Release that Witch Chapter 1190: “Extraordinary work”

Lucia neither understands what high-energy physics refers to, nor does it understand what all this has to do with physics, but she notices that every time Your Majesty sees this plaque, she always stops and stares for a long time , As if it has a strange power.

This also makes Lucia more actively engaged in new work.

Although what she does is not much different than when she was in the furnace zone, whenever she thinks about Your Majesty's, she feels that she may really be doing something extraordinary.

"Oh, you're here." Entering the inner courtyard, Azima, who leaned back on the chair closed eyes, raised her hand and greeted her.

"Good afternoon, good afternoon." Lucia quickly responded to the ceremony.

"The sunshine here is mild, and I slept for a while before I knew it," Azima stretched out, "Are you going to work?"

"Yes. I'll trouble you next."

She waved her hand, "It's not troublesome, I'm your assistant, and there's something to tell you about then it will be alright. It's not the first time I've met, so I don't need to go outside. Let me say ..."

Azima muttered softly, but was still sent into the ears of Lucia by the warm autumn wind. -- "As long as you sit here, you can get two gold royal monthly salary, there is nothing to complain about."

She couldn't help covering her mouth. Honestly at first she was a little scared of the other party. After all, she had heard rumors of discord among Sleeping Island from Wendy, and the creator was the tall redhead witch. Being a leader of a small group naturally has superiority, and judging from the opponent ’s actions, she does have a big sister's general style, so when Your Majesty Roland asked Azima to be her assistant, she was quite embarrassed. I always feel that I am not good at heading the new institute.

However, after several months of contact, Lucia found that the other party was not as terrible as she imagined, although occasionally complaining to His Highness Tilly, even blame it on Your Majesty, it is unambiguous when working, and very very Cooperate with her request, and she is particularly sensitive to salary. I can often hear broken thoughts such as "Is n’t it enough to feed myself", "I will definitely show it to you", "Nightingale you wait for me", anyway, Not as indifferent as the surface, but a very interesting person.

"So, there is work." Lucia opened wardrobe and handed her white protective clothing to her.

The first step in your work is to completely isolate your body from the outside world. Not only touching, but also breathing requires a special filtering device. This is a point that Your Majesty has repeatedly explained that -- purified articles have extremely strong toxicity. As long as a powder, it can be deadly. To prevent carelessness, two people must check each other's clothing, especially those parts that they cannot see.

After wearing protective clothing, Azima gave her a thumbs-up.

Then they walked into an open courtyard.

Cyan stone bricks are neatly placed on the ground and covered most of the yard. Except for the deep color, it looks no different from the newly burned bricks in the furnace area.

But as long as you hold it in your hands, you can immediately feel the difference. Each stone of -- is extra heavy, as if it is not a stone product, but a metal creation.

Lucia picks up a piece and covers it with magic power. Because it has been baked by the sun for a long time, the surface of the stone brick is slightly hot, but this will not affect her ability to perform. In the magic power vision, the bricks turned into a colorful composition, several of which were very dazzling, as if they were emitting light by themselves. The “color blocks” required by Your Majesty only occupy a very small part, as if the ink dots accidentally spilled on a painting.

Of course, compared to the pile of ore in Northern Slope Mountain, this has been greatly improved.

Under her drive, the patches move slowly and re-aggregate until they become four separate wholes. The biggest part of the noise is waste, just throw it into the trash can. Every day Taqila will send someone to take it away. It doesn't need her to handle it. And the remaining three parts, one smaller than the last, the silver-white metal, that is, the toxic substance in the mouth of Your Majesty, is almost the size of a grain of salt.

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

The other two clusters of metal are quite large, one is almost similar to apricot, and the other is close to a small piece of nails. It is also silver-white in appearance, and only ability can distinguish them. The handling of these two is much simpler, throwing them into the basket, and then handing them to Anna to cut them into pieces for the new machine she is 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, Your Majesty also said that these bricks were found from the ruins building of Radiation Race, which has been refined in advance, and then it is not so convenient to switch to ore.

After disassembling a green brick, Lucia stood up and opened both hands towards Azima.

This is also the rule set by Your Majesty. Every time you complete 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 are connected like silk threads under the ability of Azima to trace the origin. It is not possible to decompose the next piece of material until it is confirmed that all related objects have been contained.

About two hours later, Lucia felt that magic power was near the bottom line.

"Enough, here it is today," probably seeing her fatigue, Azima came over to help her, "I have to go to class at night. If you consume magic power, you will be punished later Carry it back. "

"Yeah," Lucia nodded, "You speak ... too."

Except for the problem of magic power, the airtight protective clothing has also made her sweaty. If she can't concentrate, it will only be a waste of effort.

After a brief wash, the two returned to the room and took off their clothes, released a long breath. At this time it was near dusk, and Xu Feng blowing in from the window brought a hint of coolness. Listening to the rustling sound of the creeper, Lucia felt that he was alive again in an instant.

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind me, "It's hard."

She turned to look at the door, and saw Your Majesty Roland and Nightingale enter the inner courtyard with a smile. The latter also carried two bottles of sky blue Chaos Drink.

"This is --" Azima froze.

"My personal reward, don't say it out," Roland handed out.

"Thanks ... thanks." She took the drink from Nightingale a little stiffly.

WLucia can't wait to open the bottle cap.

When a refreshing refreshing drink flows into her throat, she forgot about the "significant event" for a while, which may be of great significance, but at this moment she is satisfied enough.

When the two had finished drinking, Roland asked the right thing, "How about the broken situation?"

"They are stored here separately according to your requirements." Lucia went into the back room, opened the door of one of the lead cabinets, and dozens of lead boxes with a complete simultaneously were presented in front of everyone.