Lucia neither understands what high-energy physics refers to, nor does she really understand what she is doing has anything to do with physics, but she has noticed that every time His Majesty sees this plaque, he will always stop and stare for a long time, As if it possessed a strange power.
It also made Lucia more actively involved in her new job.
Although what she did was not much different from when she was in the Forge, whenever she thought of His Majesty's expression, she felt that she might be doing something really great.
"Yo, you're here." Entering the inner courtyard, Akima raised her hand and greeted her, leaning on the chair and closing her eyes.
"Next, good afternoon." Lucia hurriedly returned the salute.
"The sunshine here is mild, and I slept for a while before I knew it," Akima stretched, "Are you going to start work?"
"Yes. I'll trouble you next."
She waved her hand, "I'm not bothering you, I'm your assistant, just give me a command if you have anything to do. It's not the first time we've met, so there's no need to show off like this. Besides... "
Akima whispered something, but the warm autumn wind was still sent into Lucia's ears - "Just sitting here can get the monthly salary of two golden dragons, there is nothing to complain about."
She couldn't help covering her mouth. To be honest, she was a little afraid of the other party at first. After all, she had heard rumors of discord within Sleeping Island from Wendy, and the initiator was this tall, red-haired witch with sharp facial features. Being the leader of a small group is a natural feature, and judging from the other party's gestures, she does have the demeanor of a big sister, so when His Majesty Roland asked Akima to be her assistant, she was quite Because of the anxiety, I always felt that I could not be the person in charge of the new research institute at all.
However, after a few months of contact, Lucia found that the other party was not as scary as she thought. Although she occasionally complained to His Highness Tilly, and even blamed His Majesty, she was unambiguous at work and very cooperative. Her request, and she is particularly sensitive to salary, she often hears broken thoughts such as "isn't it just to support myself", "I will prove it to you", "nightingale, wait for me", etc. Indifferent as he looks on the surface, he is a very interesting person.
"Then, it's work." Lucia opened the closet and handed the white protective suit to her.
The first step in the work is to completely isolate the body from the outside world. Not only touching, but even breathing needs to pass through a special filter device. This is a point that His Majesty has repeatedly explained - the purified items are extremely toxic, and only a single powder can cause death. To prevent negligence, two people must check each other's clothing, especially those parts that they can't see.
After putting on the protective suit, Akima gave her a thumbs up.
Then the two walked into an open-air compound.
Pieces of cyan stone bricks were neatly placed on the ground, covering most of the yard. Except for the darker color, they looked no different from the bricks that had just been fired in the kiln area.
But as soon as you hold it in your hand, you can immediately feel the difference - each stone is extra solid, as if it were not made of stone, but of metal.
Lucia picked up a piece and covered it with magic power. The surface of the stone brick was slightly hot due to being baked by the sun for a long time, but this did not affect her ability to display. Under the magic vision, the bricks turned into a colorful composition, some of which were very dazzling, as if they were emitting light. And the "color blocks" that His Majesty needs only occupy a very small part, just like ink dots accidentally spilled on a painting.
Of course, compared to the pile of ore in the North Slope Mountain, this is already a great improvement.
Driven by her, the color blocks move slowly and regroup until they become four separate wholes. The largest part of the mottled color is waste, and it can be thrown into the trash can. Taquila will send someone to collect it every day, and she does not need to deal with it. And the remaining three parts, one is smaller than the other, and the silver-white metal at the end, that is, the highly poisonous substance in His Majesty's mouth, is almost the size of a grain of salt.
Lucia carefully contained it in the glass jar and set it aside.
The other two groups of metal were much larger, one was almost the same as apricot, and the other was close to half a fingernail. It is also silver-white in appearance, and only ability can distinguish them. The two are much simpler to handle, throwing the big one in a basket and giving Anna to cut it into pieces for the new machine she's testing. While the smaller ones are placed in lead boxes, the containers are changed every five kilograms.
If there are no other tasks, she can separate this amount of metal blocks in two or three days. However, His Majesty also said that these bricks and stones were all found from the architectural relics of the Radiant Race, and they had been refined in advance, and it would not be so convenient to replace them with ore.
After decomposing a blue brick, Lucia stood up and opened her hands towards Akima.
This is also a rule set by His Majesty. Every time a process is completed, it must be confirmed that there are no omissions and residues on the scene and clothes. The tiny particles that are difficult for ordinary people to see are connected like threads by Akima's ability to trace the origin. After confirming that all related objects have been contained, the next piece of raw material can be decomposed.
After about two hours, Lucia felt that the magic power was approaching the bottom line.
"Enough, let's go here today," Akima probably saw her exhaustion, and came over to support her, "I still have class at night, if you run out of magic power, you will have to be carried later. going back."
"Well," Lucia nodded, "you're right... too."
Apart from the problem of magic power, the airtight protective clothing has also made her sweat profusely. If she can't concentrate, it will only be a waste of effort.
After a brief cleaning, the two returned to the room to take off their clothes and let out a long breath. At this time, it was almost dusk, and the wind blowing in from the window brought a hint of coolness. Listening to the rustling of the ivy, Lucia felt that she was alive again in an instant.
At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind, "Thank you."
She turned her head and looked towards the door, only to see His Majesty Roland and Nightingale walking into the inner courtyard with a smile, the latter holding two bottles of sky-blue Chaos drink in his hand.
"This is—" Akima was stunned.
"My personal reward, don't tell me," Roland spread his hands.
"Thank... Thank you." She took the drink from Nightingale a little stiffly.
And Lucia couldn't wait to open the bottle cap.
When the refreshing and refreshing drink flowed into her throat, she forgot about the "great event" for a while. Maybe it was really meaningful, but she was satisfied enough at the moment.
After the two of them finished their drinks, Roland asked the business, "How is the decomposition?"
"It's all stored here separately according to your request," Lucia walked into the back room, opened the door of one of the lead cabinets, and dozens of neatly arranged lead boxes were presented in front of everyone.