Moser, who had something to do, had no time to buy groceries and cook by himself. After confirming that the roof was foolproof, he kicked the short stick into the inner pocket of the coat's chest and put it in, locked the door and left the house.

On the way, I bought a double-layer beef burger and a cup of Fatty Happy Water at Aunt Vanessa's fast food restaurant. While eating, Moser advanced along the south side of Rivers Street.

In order to prevent familiar neighbors from seeing strange actions that they may have, Messe specially selected the Minnaz District, the southernmost part of the city.

As the district closest to the edge of the city, the security conditions in Minnaz District are more severe than those in the Wesland District where Messer is located.

A large number of people at the bottom choose to live here to save housing expenses, and there are endless people who are robbing and robbing.

But in contrast, because there are too many people here, even if some strange things happen or strange people come and go, they won't attract much attention.

In order to stay at the Oslo Theological Institute, Messe, who graduated in July, spent a lot of time clearing relationships in Oslo. When he received news of Chester's father's death, Miltry was already in the golden autumn of September.

The Nordic Republic is close to the Arctic Ocean and the cooling rate after entering autumn is much faster than the southern cities where Moser lived in his previous life.

When he settled his lunch and entered Minnaz area with his coat hood, there were quite a lot of golden fallen leaves beside the road.

The gusts of wind from the Baltic Sea rustled the leaves on the ground, and a middle-aged man with deep eyes slowly swept the fallen leaves and garbage in front of his house.

The very ordinary single-family two-story cottages in the Weisland District are relatively rare in Minnaz District.

Due to the small population density, Miltree will not build high-rise buildings except for commercial properties in the city center. The most common one-story bungalows in Minnaz District are small single-story bungalows.

"Hey."

Moser looked around and there was no one except him and the man holding gauze on his forehead.

Waving his hand and greeted the other party in a friendly manner, Moser asked with a warm expression, "Brother, I heard that a lot of alien trash fell from the sky last night. Do you know where to see it?"

The man seemed not very focused. Moser asked twice before he adjusted his pupils and turned to Moser.

"Hmm? Oh, you said meteorite fragments."

The man raised his head and glanced at Moser, left his left hand and pointed to the west of the street.

"Old Hans is bragging to the neighbors. You go along this street and see that the one surrounded by the most people at the door is the Old Hans' house."

"Thank you, man."

Moser smiled and thanked the absent-minded middle-aged man. "By the way, do you know where there are some alien garbage drops with so many people? I don't want to squeeze in with a group of people to listen to the smelly and long stories."

Although Moser asked himself not much questions, he keenly felt that the man suddenly became much more alert.

"What are you asking about this?"

The man held the big broom tightly with his hands and placed it on his chest, pretending to be careless and replied, "I don't know where the other meteorite fragments are. Go and ask Old Hans."

As he said that, the other party quickly returned to his home. Moser's eyes looked at the small bungalow in the direction he was walking.

'Hey?'

Seeing a few fresh tiles on the roof of the other party that had not yet been exposed to the wind and rain, Moser smiled.

"System, can that person feel the magic power just now?"

"Answer, a very weak magic was detected. It is initially expected that the other party forcibly ingesting through abnormal methods, which will cause great harm to the body."

"It's true."

Moser shook his head and did not comment on the middle-aged man's behavior.

From the injuries on the man's head just now and the unusually alert reaction when he mentioned alien garbage, Moser could probably guess the cause and effect of the matter.

Although he was a little worried about the man's health, the other party was not his relatives and friends. Raskingly speaking, he could easily cause trouble for him. Moser simply turned his head and left the small bungalow.

Inside the house, the middle-aged man who was observing through the blinds retracted his vigilant gaze and showed a disdainful expression on his face.

He turned his head and looked at a blue stone that was the size of a fist placed next to the TV cabinet, and walked over with hope to pick up the stone with both hands.

"You are the key to my fortune. As long as I continue to absorb the power in the stone, one day I will regain everything I have lost!"

...

Mo Seru just said that he successfully found a bungalow with the most people along the street.

When he arrived, an old and loud voice could still be heard in the room where the door was wide open.

Moser was not interested in the old Hans's random stories, but just as Moser was about to leave, Old Hans said in front of a group of unemployed idle men that the other two pieces of meteorite probably fell to the east of his house.

‘Two pieces on the east side?’

The man Mosse just met lived on the east side of the old Hans bungalow. The words of this bragging old man seemed to have such a hint of credibility.

When he returned the same route, Moser slowed down at the door of the suspicious middle-aged man.

Starting from this block, Moser walked around the road for a while. Although he deliberately pretended to be walking, he still aroused the suspicion of some residents while wandering around in a district.

As many people watched vigilantly, Moser, who was tired of walking, came to the bench in a small park on the side of the road and sat down temporarily.

"Huh~ I have no gains."

Moser recalled the roadmap he had just marched.

If Old Hans hadn't opened his mouth and whispered, from the range he could see, this small park should be the farthest distance of sight.

It was the afternoon working hours, and there were very few tourists in the small park. There were only an old lady sitting on the bench opposite with her baby in her arms, closing her eyes, and enjoying the warm autumn sun with a comfortable look on her face.

Moser did not disturb the old lady's Yaxing. He continued to "walk" around the green belt.

Unfortunately, the omniscient system entered a semi-dormant state on the grounds that the energy was too low. Moser did not intend to waste its remaining energy with some boring problems. If it was completely shut down, it would be troublesome.

"Um?"

When Moser walked into the small bushes in the park, a dazzling light reflected by the sun suddenly shone on his face.

Although it was only for a moment, Moser did feel his eyes flashing.

Slow down and backwards, Moser finally found the location of the reflection source.

‘Finally found!’

He clenched his fists excitedly, and Moser first observed the situation around him.

Confirmed that there was no one, he walked straight towards the blue translucent stone with a five-year-old head sized by a five-year-old child with clear edges and sunlight.

Putting the stone into the inside of his jacket, Moser put his hands in the pocket of the jacket around his waist, and through a layer of light fabric, he tried to hold the stone and start returning home in an unobtrusive way.

"System, see if the stone I found is Walit ore."

Five seconds later, the system's mechanical sound finally answered.

"Congratulations to the host for finding the first ore."

"Please return to the quiet room as soon as possible and absorb the original magic power in the ore under the guidance of this system."

"Warning, please do not absorb it yourself in advance to avoid irreversible damage to the body."
Chapter completed!