Lucia did not understand what high energy physics was, nor did she understand what she was doing had anything to do with physics. However, she noticed that every time His Majesty saw the plaque, he would stop and stare at it for a long time, as if it had a strange power.
This made Lucia more active in her new work.
Although what she was doing was not much different from what she was doing in the Furnace Area, every time she thought of His Majesty's expression, she felt that she might be doing something really great.
After entering the inner yard, Azima, who was lying on a chair with her eyes closed and resting, raised her hand to greet her. "Hey, you're here."
"Good, good afternoon," Lucia hurriedly returned the greeting.
"The sun is warm here, so I fell asleep for a while." Azima stretched herself. "Shall we start working?"
"Yes. Sorry to trouble you. "
She waved her hand. "Don't mention it. I'm your assistant. If you need anything, just tell me. It's not the first time we've met, so there's no need to be so formal. Besides... "
Azima muttered in a low voice, but the warm autumn wind still carried her words into Lucia's ears. "I can get two Golden Dragon's monthly salary just by sitting here. What's there to complain about?"
Lucia could not help but cover her mouth. To be honest, she was a little afraid of Azima at first. After all, she had heard from Vendy that the internal strife in Sleeping Island was caused by this tall, red-haired witch with sharp facial features. As the leader of a small group, Azima was naturally outstanding. Judging from Azima's behavior, she indeed had the demeanor of a big sister. Therefore, when His Majesty asked Azima to be her assistant, Lucia was quite perturbed and felt that she was not qualified to be the head of the new research institute.
However, after a few months of contact with him, Lucia found that he was not as scary as she had imagined. Although he occasionally complained about Princess Tilly and even blamed His Majesty, he was very cooperative and cooperative when it came to his work. He was also very sensitive to her salary. Lucia often heard nagging like "Isn't it just to support myself?", "I will definitely prove it to you," and "Nightingale, just wait and see." In short, he was not as indifferent as he seemed. In fact, he was a very interesting person.
"Then, thank you." Lucia opened the wardrobe and handed her a white protective suit.
The first step was to completely isolate his body from the outside world. Not only did he have to touch her, but he also had to go through a special filter to breathe. This was something that His Majesty had repeatedly told him — the purified substance was extremely toxic. Even a grain of powder could kill a person. In order to prevent carelessness, the two of them had to check each other's clothes, especially the parts that they couldn't see.
After putting on the protective suit, Azima gave her a thumbs-up.
Then the two of them walked into an open-air courtyard.
Cyan stone bricks were placed neatly on the ground, covering more than half of the courtyard. Apart from their darker color, they looked no different from the bricks that had just been baked in the furnace area.
However, as long as she held them in her hands, she could immediately feel the difference. Each stone was extraordinarily heavy, as if they were made of metal rather than stone.
Lucia picked one up and covered it with her magic power. Due to being baked in the sun for a long time, the surface of the stone brick was slightly hot, but this did not affect her ability. Under her magic power, the brick turned into a mass of colorful compositions, some of which were very dazzling as if they were glowing. The "color blocks" that His Majesty needed only occupied a very small part of them, like ink spots that were accidentally spilled on a painting.
Of course, compared with the pile of ores in the North Slope Mountain, this was already a great improvement.
Under her command, the color blocks slowly moved and reassembled until they became four separate entities. The largest part was waste, which could be thrown into the dustbin. Every day, Taquila would send people to collect it, so she didn't need to deal with it. As for the remaining three parts, each was smaller than the other. The last mass of silvery-white metal, which was the poisonous substance that His Majesty had mentioned, was almost the size of a grain of salt.
Lucia carefully put it into a glass jar and put it aside.
The other two masses of metal were much larger. One was about the size of an apricot, and the other was about the size of a fingernail. They were also silvery-white in appearance and could only be distinguished by her ability. These two were much easier to deal with. Lucia threw the large one into a basket and gave it to Anna to cut into pieces for the new machine she was testing. The smaller one was put into a lead box and the container would be changed every five kilograms.
If there was no other task, she could separate this number of metal blocks in two or three days. However, His Majesty had said that these bricks and stones were found in the ruins of the radioactive clan's buildings and had been refined in advance. It would not be so convenient to change them into ores.
After dissecting a black brick, Lucia stood up and opened her hands to Azima.
This was also a rule set by His Majesty. Every time she finished dissecting, she had to make sure that there was nothing left on the scene or on the clothes. With Azima's ability to trace the origin, she could see the tiny particles that were difficult for ordinary people to see. Only after making sure that all the relevant materials had been collected could she proceed to the next raw material.
About two hours later, Lucia felt that her magic power was reaching its limit.
"That's enough. Let's call it a day." Azima probably noticed her fatigue and came over to support her. "We have to go to class in the evening. If you run out of magic power, you'll have to be carried back later."
"Hmm." Lucia nodded. "You're... right."
In addition to the problem of magic power, the airtight protective suit had made her sweat all over. If she could not concentrate, it would be a waste of effort to continue.
After a simple cleaning, they returned to the room, took off their clothes, and heaved a sigh of relief. It was almost dusk. The breeze blowing in through the window was a little chilly. Listening to the swaying of the ivy, Lucia felt that she had come back to life in an instant.
At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind. "Thank you for your hard work."
She turned to look at the door and saw His Majesty and Nightingale smiling as they walked into the inner yard. Nightingale was carrying two bottles of sky-blue Chaos Drinks in her hands.
"This is —" Azima was stunned.
"It's my personal reward. Don't tell anyone," Roland said, spreading his hands.
"Thank... thank you." She took the drink from Nightingale somewhat stiffly.
Lucia could not wait to open the bottle.
When the refreshing drink flowed down her throat, she momentarily forgot about the "great event". Perhaps it was indeed significant, but at this moment, she was satisfied enough.
After they finished their drinks, Roland asked, "How's the decomposition going?"
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