Lucia doesn't understand what high-energy physics means, and doesn't quite understand what it's all about physics. But she noticed that every time she saw this plaque, she would stop gazing for a long time. It seems that it has a peculiar power.

This also makes Lucia more active in new work.

Although she did not make much difference in the furnace area, whenever she thought of her sire, she felt that she might be doing something really bad.

"Hey, you are here." Entering the inner court, Akima, lying on the chair and closing her eyes, raised her hand and said hello to her.

"Next, good afternoon." Lucia quickly returned to the ceremony.

"The sun here is mild, and I have slept for a little while without knowing it," Ajima stretched. "Would you like to start working?"

"Yes. I am bothering you."

She waved her hand. "What is not troublesome, I am your assistant. If you have anything to do, you can do it. It is not the first time you meet, there is no need to see it. Besides..."

Akima whispered a whisper, but was still sent to Lucia's ear by the warm autumn wind - "just sit here and get the monthly salary of two golden dragons, what else can complain."

She couldn't help but cover her mouth. To be honest, at first she was a little afraid of each other. After all, I heard from Wendy that there was a rumor of the internal disharmony of the island, and the initiator was the tall red-haired witch with a strong facial features. Being a leader of a small group naturally has an extraordinary place, and from the point of view of the opponent’s gestures, it does have a big sister’s style. So when Roland’s majesty makes Ajima her assistant, she is quite Why, I always feel that I am not a good person in charge of the new research institute.

However, after a few months of contact, Lucia found that the other party was not as terrible as she thought, although there were occasional complaints about His Highness, and even the blame on her body, it was unambiguous and very cooperative. Her request, and especially sensitive to salary, can often hear such things as "Is not to support myself?", "I will prove it to you", "Night you give me to wait", and so on. As cold as the surface, it is a very interesting person.

"So, there is 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. More than just touching, even breathing requires a special filter. This is a point that has been repeatedly explained by the armpits - the purified items are extremely toxic, and as long as one powder is used, it can kill people. In order to prevent negligence, two people must check each other's wear, especially those that they can't see.

After wearing protective clothing, Akima compared her to her thumb.

Then the two walked into an open-air compound.

A piece of blue stone bricks is neatly placed on the ground, covered with more than half of the yard, in addition to a lot of color, it looks no different from the bricks just burned out in the kiln area.

But as long as they are caught in the hands, they can immediately feel the difference - each stone is extraordinarily solid, as if it were not a stone product, but a metal creation.

Lucia picked up a piece and let the magic cover it. Because of the long time being baked by the sun, the surface of the stone brick was slightly hot, but this did not affect her ability to display. Under the magical vision, the bricks turned into a colorful composition, and several of them were very dazzling, as if they were emitting light. The "color blocks" that are needed under the arm are only occupying a very small part, just like a pair of ink spots that are accidentally spilled.

Of course, this is a great improvement over the pile of ore in the northern slopes.

Under her drive, the patches move slowly and re-aggregate until they become four separate wholes. The biggest part of the variegated is waste, thrown into the trash can, every day Takira will send people to collect, do not need her to deal with. The remaining three parts, one smaller than the other, the last group of silver-white metal, that is, the poison in the mouth, almost only one salt size.

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

The other two groups of metal are a lot bigger, one is almost the same as the apricot, one close to the small half of the nail. From the outside, it is also silvery white, only the ability to distinguish them. The handling of the two was much simpler, and the big one was thrown into the basket and then handed over to Anna for cutting into pieces for the new machine she was testing. The smaller ones are placed in lead boxes and the containers are replaced every five kilograms.

If there are no other tasks, she can separate this number of metal blocks in two or three days. However, the Majesty also said that these masonry are all found in the architectural relics of the radioactive family. They have been refined beforehand, and then it is not so convenient to change into ore.

After breaking down a piece of blue brick, Lucia stood up and opened her hands to Aqma.

This is also the rule set by the Majesty. Every time you finish the treatment, you must confirm that there are no omissions and residues on the scene and on the clothes. The fine particles that are difficult for ordinary people to see, under the ability of Aqima to pursue the source, are connected like silk, until it is confirmed that all the relevant materials have been contained, before the decomposition of the next piece of raw materials can be carried out.

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

"Enough, come here today," probably saw her tiredness. Aqima came over and helped her. "I still have to go to class at night. If you use the magic, you will have to be beaten later." Go back."

"Well," Lucia nodded. "You said... too."

In addition to the problem of magic, the air-tight protective clothing has also made her sweaty. If it is impossible to concentrate, it will only be a waste of effort.

After a simple cleaning, the two returned to the room to take off their clothes and gave a sigh of relief. At this time, it was close to dusk, and Xu Feng, who was blowing in from the window, took a bit of coolness. Listening to the rustling of the creeper, Lucia felt that she had come alive again in an instant.

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind, "hard work."

She turned to look at the door, only to see Roland and the nightingale smiled into the inner court, the latter also carrying two bottles of sky blue chaotic drinks.

"This is -" Achille said.

"My personal reward, don't say go out," Roland said.

"Thank you...thank you." She took the drink from the nightingale slightly stiffly.

And Lucia couldn't wait to open the cap.

When the refreshing drink of the heart and soul flowed into the throat, she for the time left the "great thing" to the back of her mind. Perhaps it was really meaningful, but at the moment she was enough.

When the two men finished the drink, Roland asked the right way. "What is the decomposition?"

“They are stored here separately according to your requirements,” 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.