At 7 o'clock in the morning, Moser was woken up by the alarm clock on his phone.

“Ha~”

Last night...No, when Mosse returned home early this morning, it was already past 2 o'clock in the middle of the night.

After I handled the follow-up work and took a shower and went to bed, the time was approaching 4 o'clock.

Although she only slept for more than 3 hours, Moser unexpectedly did not feel much fatigue.

"Is magic one of the strengthening effects of the body?"

Pressing the alarm clock of the phone that continued to be heard from the soprano, Moser went to the bathroom in his pajamas and began to clean up his personal hygiene.

As soon as I stuffed my toothbrush into my mouth, the phone that was left on the bed suddenly rang out.

Moser continued to brush his teeth while returning to the bedroom to take out his cell phone.

"Anderson? This fat man isn't asleep yet..."

Anderson is a night owl. In his words, it is easier to collect all kinds of important information at night than during the day with tight defense.

"If you have something to say, I'm brushing my teeth."

Putting his phone on the washstand, Mosse continued to brush his teeth without caring, his voice distorted due to the tug-of-warming movements in his mouth.

"Moser! Listen to me!"

The fat man seemed very excited. His extremely penetrating voice came from the hands-free receiver, and he spoke very quickly to Moser with the information he learned.

"A big thing happened! Did you see the signal flares emitted from the woods in the southern suburbs last night?"

Mother raised his eyebrows slightly, "No, I have been counting materials in the underground warehouse last night. What's wrong?"

The fat man's voice became a little mysterious. "Do you remember the special affairs department you entered your house to investigate the day before yesterday?"

While wiping his face with a hot towel, Moser said leisurely in a tone, "Of course I remember, don't keep it aside, just tell the conclusion."

"Die! Last night, many investigators from the Secret Service Department died in the forests of the southern suburbs!"

The fat man's voice was excited and uneasy. "Although the government kept the news tightly, someone saw several ambulances with military license plates heading to the southern suburbs in the early morning of yesterday."

"Before dawn, a warrior with strong movement went to the hilly areas of the southern suburbs. The entire area was completely martial law by the government. He took a drone to capture a large pool of blood in the woods, although the drone was shot down soon."

"oh?"

Moser was a little surprised by the action of these melon-eating people, "How do you know that the person who died was from the secret service department?"

"In modern society, it is basically impossible for the government to achieve complete confidentiality."

While chewing some puffed food, the fat man kept chatting, "They can indeed delete the rumors on the Internet, but some people who have connections in the government can't block the information privately."

Anderson's hacking skills are excellent, and his web name "The Secret Guardian" is very famous in some circles.

This guy invaded his private computer just like playing. He specially found some X-generation players as free informants... Of course, the other party was unaware of it.

These second-generations who love to show off always exchange and discuss the latest information they have learned in a small circle, but they didn't know that a fat child weighing more than 200 pounds was hiding behind them to watch the show.

"Although I don't know what the secret service department is facing for the time being, judging from the scars on their bodies, it seems that they have been attacked by some kind of large beast."

Speaking of this, Anderson seemed very puzzled, "But this is very strange. Are there any beasts in the wild that can destroy gun squads in this era?"

Since humans popularized hot weapons such as guns and cannons, the living space of wild beasts has been greatly compressed, and at least there should be no large beasts near Mirtri.

Thinking of the information copied from the PDA last night by the All-Informer System, Moser's expression became serious.

"Anderson, you'd better not get too involved in this matter."

"Since the government does not publish the information about the 'bird', it should be their considerations. Don't spread panic online because of impulse."

When Fatty was looking for a job, he was rejected by major government intelligence agencies many times by their appearance, and he had some resentment towards the Republican government.

Usually, when he used layers of meat machines to cover up the government's hidden information online, his words inevitably brought some ridicule to the government.

Moser was afraid that the child was too involved in this matter, so he was regarded as a person who disrupted social order by the Internet police and pursued him online.

Although I am quite at ease with Fatty Hacker's hacking technology, I will try to avoid such things as much as possible.

"I know."

Anderson replied vigorously, "There is something strange behind this matter. I will not blindly make a positive breakthrough. I plan to find out the truth from other directions."

“By the way.”

Without waiting for Moser to object, Anderson immediately changed the topic, "Moser, you are going to officially join the company today? Come on, work, I'll go to sleep for a while."

Hearing the sound of hanging up from the phone, Moser, who had already changed into a shirt and suit, sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, come to the door and persuade him after get off work today. I hope this guy doesn't do anything randomly."

...

Taking the bus to the Mirtri National Library again, Moser learned about his duties and benefits in the instructions of a young lady from the Human Resources Department.

"Mr. Lockson, your job is a professional answer to the second line. The first line will be handled by the assistant administrators, and the problems they cannot handle will be handed over to you."

"If you are unable to answer, please report it to the associate research administrator who was on duty on the day, but..."

The young lady hesitated for a moment, looked at Moser's gradually plump and fleshy face, and leaned in front of him and whispered, "Try not to disturb the associate research administrators in the third line, their tempers... are not very good."

Moser nodded in a clear way, "I understand, thank you for your reminder."

Professional librarians are actually no different from scholars. They also hate being interrupted when doing academic research on their own.

If it were not forbidden, Moser would not have made a special trip to disturb these big guys.

After explaining the responsibilities and precautions clearly, the young lady told Moser about some benefits other than salary and other personnel-related matters.

“The library has an employee canteen, and you can enjoy three meals in the canteen with your employee ID card.”

"As a customary probation period, three months, there is not much difference between salary and full-time employees during the probation period, but your assistant professor title needs to be completed before you can apply for it."

Moser didn't care much about this. The gathering of celestial bodies in three months will inevitably significantly change the world view of the Midgard people. The title of an assistant professor is insignificant in the situation of the world that is about to change.

Moreover, based on the information and suggestions provided by the omniscient system, Moser made a preliminary plan for his future.
Chapter completed!