Lucia didn't understand what high-energy physics meant, nor did she quite understand what she was doing to do with physics, but she noticed that every time His Majesty saw the plaque, he would stop and stare at it for a long time, as if it possessed a strange power.

This also made Lucia more actively involved in her new work.

Although what she was doing was not much different from when she was in the Crucible, whenever she remembered His Majesty's expression, she felt that she might really be doing something great.

"Yo, you're here. Entering the inner courtyard, Aqima, who was lying on a chair with her eyes closed, raised her hand to greet her.

"Good afternoon. Lucia hurriedly replied.

"The sun is mild here, and before you know it, you'll be asleep," Azima stretched, "are you going to get to work?"

"Yes. I'm sorry for you next. ”

She waved her hand, "What's not troublesome, I'm your assistant, just give me a word of advice if you have anything to do." It's not the first time we've met, so there's no need to see each other like this. Besides......"

Azima muttered something in a low voice, but was still sent into Lucia's ears by the warm autumn breeze - "Just sit here and get a monthly salary of two golden dragons, what else is there to complain about." ”

She couldn't help but cover her mouth. To be honest, she was a little scared of the other party at first, after all, she had heard rumors of discord within Sleeping Island from Wendy, and the one who started it was the tall, red-haired witch with sharp features. Being able to be the leader of a small group naturally has the advantages of being outstanding, and judging from the other party's gestures, she does have the demeanor of a big sister, so when His Majesty Roland asked Azima to be her assistant, she was still quite apprehensive, and always felt that she was not good at being the head of the new research institute.

However, after a few months of contact, Lucia found that the other party was not as terrible as she imagined, although she occasionally complained about Her Royal Highness Tilly, and even blamed Her Majesty, but she was unequivocal when she worked, and she was very cooperative with her requests, and she was particularly sensitive to salary, and often heard broken thoughts such as "Isn't it just to support yourself", "I will definitely prove it to you", "Nightingale, you wait for me", etc., in short, it is not as cold as it seems, but a very interesting person.

"Well, it's hard work. Lucia opened the closet and handed her the white hazmat suit.

The first step in the job is to completely isolate the body from the outside world. Not only touch, but also breath needs to pass through a special filter. This is a point that His Majesty has repeatedly explained - the purified items are extremely toxic, and as long as a single grain of powder can kill people. To prevent negligence, two people must check each other's clothing, especially those parts that they can't see.

After putting on the suit, Aqima gave her a thumbs up.

Then the two walked into an open-air compound.

Pieces of cyan stone bricks are neatly placed on the ground, covering most of the courtyard, except that the color is much darker, and it looks no different from the freshly fired bricks in the kiln area.

But as soon as you grasp it in your hand, you can immediately feel the difference—each stone is extraordinarily solid, as if it were not a stone artifact, but a metal artifact.

Lucia picked up a piece and covered it with magic, the surface of the stone brick was slightly hot from the long time it had been baked by the sun, but it didn't affect her abilities. Under the magical vision, the bricks turned into a mass of colorful compositions, several of which were very dazzling, as if they were emitting light on their own. And the "color block" that His Majesty needs only occupies a very small part, like an accidentally spilled ink spot on a painting.

Of course, compared to the pile of ore in the mountains on the northern slope, this is already a huge improvement.

Driven by her, the patches of color slowly move and re-aggregate until they become four separate wholes. The largest part of the variegated part is waste, which can be thrown into the garbage can, and every day Tachira will send someone to collect it, and she does not need to dispose of it. And the remaining three parts, one smaller than the other, and the last mass of silvery-white metal, that is, the poison in His Majesty's mouth, was almost the size of a grain of salt.

Lucia carefully contained it in a glass jar and set it aside.

The other two clumps of metal were much larger, one about the size of an apricot, and the other nearly half a fingernail. They are also silvery-white in appearance, and only ability can distinguish them. The two were much simpler, throwing the large ones into a basket and giving them to Anna to cut into slices for use in the new machine she was testing. The smaller ones are put in a lead box and the container is changed every five kilograms.

If there were no other tasks, she would be able to separate this amount of metal in two or three days. However, His Majesty also said that these bricks and stones were all found from the architectural ruins of the Radiant Clan, and they had been refined to a certain extent in advance, and then it was not so convenient to replace them with ore.

After disassembling a green brick, Lucia stood up and opened her hands to Azima.

This is also the rule set by His Majesty, every time the treatment is completed, it must be confirmed that there are no omissions and residues on the scene and clothes. The tiny particles, which are difficult for ordinary people to see, are connected like silk threads due to Azima's ability to trace the origin, and it is not until it is confirmed that all related materials have been contained that the next piece of raw material can be decomposed.

About two hours later, Lucia felt her magic close to the bottom line.

"That's enough, that's all for today," presumably seeing her tiredness, Azima walked over and helped her, "I still have classes in the evening, and if you run out of mana, you'll have to be carried back later." ”

"Well," Lucia nodded, "you're right...... Also. ”

In addition to the problem of magic power, the impermeable protective clothing had also made her sweat, and if she couldn't concentrate, it would be a waste of effort to continue doing it.

After a brief wash, the two went back indoors to take off their clothes and let out a sigh of relief. It was close to dusk, and the breeze blowing in from the window brought a hint of coolness, and listening to the rustle of the creeper, Lucia felt as if she was alive again in an instant.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him, "Good work." ”

She turned her head to look at the door, only to see His Majesty Roland and Nightingale smiling and walking into the inner courtyard, the latter carrying two bottles of azure Chaos Drink.

"It's—" Aqima was stunned.

"My personal reward, don't talk about it," Roland said.

"Thank you...... Thank you. She took the drink from Nightingale's hand with a slight stiffness.

And Lucia couldn't wait to open the cap.

When the refreshing drink flowed into her throat, she temporarily left the "great thing" behind her, which may indeed mean a lot, but at the moment she was satisfied enough.

After the two of them finished their drinks, Roland asked about the matter, "How is the decomposition?"

"It's all stored separately as you asked," Lucia said as she entered the back room, opening the door of one of the lead cabinets, revealing dozens of neatly arranged lead boxes.