"What meteorite fell?"
"Yes. The rumors are all over the place."
Copson, who finished a shot of rum, began to chew dried fruit and jerky thorns while ordering beer.
What's so great about dropping meteorites?
Oh, yeah.
It is meteorite, not meteor, as the bear thinks.
Meteors themselves are as common as the stars of the night sky, but meteorites reach the ground very rarely. So even on Earth, meteorites are traded at a fairly expensive price.
There are even people in foreign countries called meteorite hunters.
Seeing the nuances that Copson is talking about, I think he's trying to tell a similar story.
"The meteorite drop itself is a matter of weeks, but the rumors seem to be spreading late because it's a bit of a street. Not one or two of them left to find meteorites now."
Copson's face, which even inhaled beer, was already flustered. He told the story as if he was stubborn.
"I'm just wondering."
"Something?"
We don't know the value of this meteorite, so let's ask him before he goes crazy.
"Are meteorites expensive?"
"So the Rare Metal won't be expensive?"
"Rare metal!"
Rare metal!
These rare metals are worth more than gold of the same weight.
It is useful in many ways.
When used as a key ingredient in magical items, it can also be used to craft deadly murder weapons such as Karin's Baratta Sword.
It looks like the meteorites and cheeks went through Rare Metal.
"Some of the famous armor in the legend is said to have been made of iron. Well, it often comes with heroes. You may not know a barbarian without literacy.
"You son of a bitch. I'm more literate than you, man."
"Hmph, what the hell is that supposed to mean, Barbarian? I'm already digging into the fact that the sky is something you don't know."
The facts are irrefutable.
Although I have years of body experience and book knowledge, I still don't know exactly about this world.
"Well, to continue the story, of course, not all iron is a metal with such destructive power, but it's basically a Rare Metal."
There seem to be different types of Un Chul as well.
It is a world of metals called Misril, Adamantium, and Orihalcon. Even if Uniron is stronger than steel, there is nothing unusual.
"Of course it's very expensive. You don't even know that, Barbarian."
"I know the value of this meteorite."
"This way? Is it worth a little different in the land of the savages?"
"Do something like that."
It's a fascinating story, so I've had enough alcohol.
Well, even if meteorites have that value, they won't be able to see until their arms are healed.
And spending time looking for meteorites and debris that didn't know exactly where they were in the first place was probably not a wise choice.
It is true, though, that it is interesting.
"Anyway, I heard about a rumor that some chicks acquired and sold pieces of meteorite that fell accidentally and fixed the seller in an instant."
"Rumor has it, girl?"
"I'm not sure if it's a rumor or not, but it's true that the meteorite fell. Thanks to you, the kids who are aiming for the money are heading towards you with their dreams broken."
Originally, these downstream adventurer bastards were the most disadvantaged creatures who were forced to be swept away by that.
What a heartbeat.
It is also simply a matter of finding and picking up fragments of fallen meteorites.
It's a very hopeful story in the life of the world, but the adventurers who take the floor become obsessed with it.
Of course, people are crowded.
Of course, those who can find meteorites will be extremely limited. There will be as many people as there are going to be who are going to kick the wagon.
"I'm a little interested, too. So what do you think, Barbarian? It looks like the meteorite drop is a mountain range near the town of Buzek, less than a week away."
"Let's go? Are you going?"
"Of course you have to go, don't you? If you just pick up a piece of iron that's smaller than your kid's fist, you can fix the seller, and you won't leave? You have a ship, Barbarian Shack."
"The belly is your head. How could you pick that up?"
This dumb son of a bitch feels that way because he only gambles in his head. In fact, most adventurers do.
The original adventurer was a jerk job.
"You could say it's a low probability. But rumor has it that it was literally the day of the meteor shower. If so, aren't there a few meteorites left? I think it's worth a walk... this is my gambling pro!"
To be honest, even if I'm interested, it's not a story that Gummy pulls.
It's already been said a few weeks, but even if meteorites were hard to find, it was clear that if all the nearby puppies had flocked, the unit would have been swift until it had already been destroyed.
"All the gamblers must be dead. But I'm a little hurt. I don't think I can go because I have an arm injury."
"What? Did you hurt your arm?"
"This time I worked and ate. I intend to rest for a while."
"Hmm, that's too bad. By the way, Barbarian. I think I'm going to faint. Can you move me to the inn, please?"
"I had a fucking drink."
Copson was already a dick.
This son of a bitch still stretches for less than an hour.
I decided to shoot him until the mistress told me a good story, and I took his wallet out of his arms, which was already snoring on the table, and I only took out the price of the liquor this bastard had eaten.
"Ughhhh."
"Crazy bastards."
I calculated that and threw Copson in the inn and headed to the lodge. I won't be mad at Winia because it was before lunch.
A meteorite.
But I heard a funny story, so I have to tell you both. When I opened the door to the house, Winia, who was lying next to Claudie, waved her hand as she looked at the magic book.
"You came, nigger?"
"Uh, Claudie is still you."
"You sleep a lot on your sister's day off. Racial traits. So, what are you doing today?"
"I came to see Copson for a drink, but I didn't eat much. Winia, have you heard of meteorites?"
"The story of the fallen meteorite? I think I stopped by the Horse Tower and heard of it. You said you fell off that meteorite? I think there were a few interested people... Did you go out there and hear that?"
No shit. You heard it before me.
"I want to go in to Copson. What, you heard that Unchul is so expensive?"
"It's raw metal and it's expensive. So you don't want to go looking for our nigger meteorite? Don't think of it as a blurred moment in the courtyard with your arms crooked. Rest."
"Yep."
Winia seemed not particularly interested.
Yes, it would be more important to turn your arm or arm back to its original state while resting as Winia said.
Speaking to Claudie who woke up, she didn't care much either. I think I'm the only one with a heartbeat.
In such indifference, the story of meteorites seemed to be forgotten.
* * *
Interest in meteorites was devoted exclusively to treatment with clearance.
Even if it's a fracture, it's a treatment at the monastery and a potion. And even though I was almost cured with a proper rest, I felt safe.
Ever since I awakened Mana, my physical abilities have risen inexorably. Natural healing power has also increased, of course.
I thought I'd be better by now, so I grabbed the sword and swung it.
- Borz-bornz!
It was an amputation in a month, but nothing awkward at all. Of course, I don't feel pain, but my forearm is full of power.
Certainly Mana was a superhuman force.
It usually takes at least two months for an adult male to heal with a fracture, and I became cured in a little over three weeks. Of course, there may be the power of those devastating heels and potions, but what is fast is true.
"Are you okay now?"
"I think it's okay. Just a few days and I'll be fine."
Claudie touches my arm and starts to squeeze.
Soft touch, too.
It is the hand of an extremely warm woman. Compared to the brutal power and skill of a knife, every time a pretty hand touches the flesh, it seems like its chest is boiling.
"Cat, your arms are tight."
"Uh-huh. Claudie's hands are soft."
I think I can use the two-handed affection that I have sealed since today.
In the meantime, it was only a painful time for both breasts to be able to touch two women at the same time.
"Winia's out for a little while, but... can I ask you for that?"
"What?"
"What did you always do to Winia?"
"What!"
You're asking me to stay out of the day!
"Ahh! Kat 'Ze!"
I immediately pushed Claudie against the wall and put my hand inside her panties. How dare you ask me to stay here! What a mean horse! I'm going to take off my panties like that-- Argh! The door to the listing is open.
"Sister! Nigga!"
"Kitchen."
"... were you two sticking together that I was out?"
"No, not that."
After all, Winia, who came inside, sighed and spoke to us.
"Prepare for your trip."
"Hmm? A trip? What's going on?"
"... a trip, what?"
Winia, who took out the word "trip" suddenly, began to organize the luggage in the room.
"He's fucking falling over there. I have to go. Well, it keeps falling out every night."
It was a very exciting voice.
"What? Meteor?"
"Yes, Yooseong. And you know that meteorite story the nigger told you last time? That meteorite is also being found. I don't really care about anything like this, but I think it's okay to go. The nigger's gonna be okay, right? Yesterday, you said something about the fucking property laws."
Last night, we implemented the Intelligence Law, so it's not a problem, so we've even demonstrated the Intelligence Law.
I don't know anything else, but it's no different to insult my jurisprudence.
I don't forgive you.
"I did. I checked it out today, and it seems like it's totally fine."
If Wizard Winia had said this, she would have had a chance to acquire something called meteorite.
"Perfect. This room is over tomorrow. Let's go find the meteorite tomorrow instead of extending it. The nigger came and went to the monastery one last time."
"Uh-huh, meteorite. Are you going far?"
Claudie was also intrigued by Winia's attitude.
"It'll only take five days to get there, so it's a long way. Sister, when I look at you, this is a rare opportunity. There are times when the meteor shower drops like this, but it just happened near us."
"Huhu. Winia got excited about something. Yeah. It's always welcome to go. Sounds like fun. Shall we go then?"
Well, you two are going, but you can't go.
This is how the journey to find meteorites began.
Tomorrow's departure is a little sudden, though.
"Then, nigga. Get out and go to the monastery."
"Yes, I will."
"Well, and tell the nigger girls they're going too far."
"... and I will come."
Winia, who said so, knocked my ass out of the palm of her hand. Now that we've gone far enough, we should inform Karin and Risha.
Too many wives these days.
I immediately ran to the prosecutor's guild.
When I arrived, of course, it was daylight time, so there were a lot of guild members. I was performing swordsmanship under the guidance of Sinda Karin.
"Guild Leader!"
I naturally approached Karin with a greeting.
"Are you here? Wait a minute."
There's still a map.
I went straight into the guild building and sat on the couch waiting for Karin to come. After roughly twenty-three minutes, Karin came in with a big smile.
"My husband, what have you come to do with this sister?"
"I'm here to let you know I'm going on business."
"Fuckin 'balm."