Chapter 1190 “Meaningful Work”

Lucia neither understood what high-energy physics meant, nor how what she was doing had anything to do with physics, but she noticed that every time His Majesty saw this plaque, he would always stop and stare at it for a long time. It's like it has a strange power.

This also made Lucia more enthusiastic about her new job.

Although what she did was not much different from what she did in the Furnace District, every time she thought of His Majesty's expression, she felt that she might really be doing something great.

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

"Good afternoon." Lucia replied quickly.

"The sunshine here is warm, and I fell asleep for a while before I knew it," Akima stretched, "Are you going to start working?"

"Yes. I'll trouble you next."

She waved her hand, "It's no trouble. I'm your assistant. If you have anything to do, just tell me. It's not the first time we've met, so there's no need to be so outspoken. Besides..."

Akima whispered, but the warm autumn wind still reached Lucia's ears - "As long as you sit here and you can get a monthly salary of two gold dragons, there is nothing to complain about."

She couldn't help but cover her mouth. To be honest, she was a little afraid of him 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 features. Being able to be the leader of a small group is naturally something special, and judging from the other party's actions, she does have the demeanor of a big sister. Therefore, when His Majesty Roland asked Azima to be her assistant, she was quite I was uneasy and always felt that I was not good enough to be the person in charge of the new research institute.

However, after a few months of contact, Lucia found that the other party was not as scary as she imagined. Although she occasionally complained about His Majesty Tilly, and even blamed His Majesty, she was unambiguous and very cooperative when working. Her request, and she is particularly sensitive to salary, often hear little thoughts such as "Isn't it just to support yourself?", "I will prove it to you", "Nightingale, just wait for me", in short, it doesn't matter. As cold as he appears, he is actually a very interesting person.

"Well, you're done." Lucia opened the closet and handed the white protective clothing to her.

The first step in the work is to completely isolate the body from the outside world. Not only touching, but also breathing needs to go through a special filtering device. This is something His Majesty has repeatedly explained - the purified items are extremely toxic, and just one grain of powder can kill someone. In order to prevent negligence, two people must check each other's clothing, especially those parts that they cannot see.

After putting on protective clothing, Akima gave her a thumbs up.

Then the two walked into an open-air courtyard.

Pieces of blue stone bricks were neatly placed on the ground, covering most of the yard. Except that the color was much darker, they looked no different from the freshly fired bricks in the kiln area.

But as soon as you hold it in your hands, you can immediately feel the difference between them - each stone is particularly solid, as if it is not a stone product, but a metal creation.

Lucia picked up a piece and covered it with magic power. Due to being baked by the sun for a long time, the surface of the stone brick was slightly hot, but this did not affect her ability to use it. Under the magical vision, the bricks turned into a colorful composition, some of which were very dazzling, as if they were emitting light themselves. The "color blocks" His Majesty needs only occupy a very small part, just like the ink dots accidentally spilled on a painting.

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

Driven by her, the color blocks slowly moved and regrouped until they became four separate wholes. The largest part of the mess is waste, just throw it into the trash can. Taqila will send someone to collect it every day, and she does not need to deal with it. The remaining three parts are each smaller than the last. The last ball of silver-white metal, which is the poison in His Majesty's mouth, is almost the size of a grain of salt.

Lucia carefully put it into a glass jar and put it aside alone.

The other two metal balls were much larger, one was almost the size of an apricot, and the other was close to half a fingernail. They are also silvery white in appearance, and only ability can distinguish them. The processing of the two is much simpler, with the larger ones thrown into a basket and later given to Anna to chip into slices for the new machine she is testing. While the smaller ones are put into lead boxes and the containers are changed every five kilograms.

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

After breaking down a brick, Lucia stood up and opened her hands towards Akima.

This is also the rule set by His Majesty. Every time a treatment is completed, it must be confirmed that there are no omissions or residues on the scene and on the clothes. The tiny particles that are difficult for ordinary people to see are connected like threads by Akima's ability to trace their origins. Only after it is confirmed that all relevant objects have been contained can the next piece of raw material be decomposed.

After about two hours, Lucia felt that her magic power was approaching its bottom line.

"That's enough, let's call it a day." Perhaps sensing her fatigue, Akima came over to support her, "I have classes in the evening. If you run out of magic power, you will have to be carried later. Going back soon."

"Yeah," Lucia nodded, "You're right...that's right."

In addition to the problem of magic power, the airtight protective suit also made her sweat profusely. If she couldn't concentrate, any further work would be in vain.

After a brief cleaning, the two returned indoors, took off their clothes, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was almost dusk, and the breeze blowing in from the window brought a bit of coolness. Listening to the rustle of the swaying ivy, Lucia felt like she was alive again 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 Roland and Nightingale walking into the inner courtyard with a smile. The latter was holding two bottles of sky-blue Chaos drink in his hand.

"This is-" Akima was stunned.

"Don't tell anyone about my personal reward," Roland said, spreading his hands.

"Thank you... thank you." She took the drink from Nightingale's hand slightly stiffly.

And Lucia couldn't wait to open the bottle cap.

When the refreshing drink flowed into her throat, she temporarily forgot about the "big event". Maybe it was indeed of great significance, but she was satisfied enough at the moment.

After the two of them finished their drinks, Roland asked more seriously, "How is the decomposition going?"

"They are all stored here separately according to your request," Lucia walked into the back room and opened the door of one of the lead cabinets. Dozens of neatly arranged lead boxes were displayed in front of everyone.