When the two returned to the room, it was past midnight.
Yun Wei was exhausted.
But the thought of a drawer full of mithril-containing parts stored in his space filled him with joy.
Just as he and Isaac had expected, the quiet storage yard in the south of the city was full of furtive figures late at night.
The person in charge of directing the laborers and apprentices to sort through the waste was none other than Manglin Liujin, whom I had seen at the city gate that day.
Perhaps to avoid being noticed, everyone wore dark cloaks, which allowed Yun Wei and Isaac to blend into the numb crowd with remarkable ease.
At the opportune moment, he directly took the storage drawer filled with mithril and quietly placed it into his own space.
Isaac took the opportunity to create a harmless little disturbance on the other side.
As everyone stopped what they were doing and looked curiously at the source of the strange noise, Yun Wei silently disappeared into the dark night, waiting for Isaac to meet him at the agreed-upon place.
A short while later, the Servant, who had successfully retreated after several transformations, arrived in front of him.
The two looked at each other in the darkness, winked at each other, and smiled knowingly.
This wasn't the first time the two had taken such a thrilling adventure (if sneaking up to the magic crystal turret in the Alchemy City a few days ago counts), but this experience was clearly much more exciting.
Moreover, the exhilarating feeling of having perfect teamwork with your teammates is a tingling sensation that makes your scalp tingle with pleasure, as if the joy of victory directly affects your soul.
The tall man asked in a low voice, "So, did you get it?"
The other person's face was covered, but the exposed eyes made Yun Wei's heart itch.
That resolute gaze seemed to say, "It's okay if we didn't get it; we can try again."
“Of course.” Yun Wei nodded, unable to take his eyes off the other person’s face, but in the end he could only praise, “Well done, Isa.”
Then he reached out and lightly bumped fists with Isaac.
They skillfully evaded the city's patrolling guards as they quietly returned to Sid's house.
On the way, Yun Wei casually inquired about the progress of the other party's work at the "Hand of the God of Magic" workshop.
However, Isaac said that the workshops over there were more focused on efficiency, with each apprentice handling only one task per day, and he had spent the entire day cleaning...
While Yun Wei couldn't help but chuckle, he fell into deep thought.
This shows that the workshop of "Hand of the God of Law" had already formed the prototype of the assembly line of later factories.
This not only greatly improves efficiency, but also enhances confidentiality.
...
The next day, Yun Wei arrived at the laboratory very early.
He first checked the conch shell left by Sid and found that the other party still hadn't replied to the message. Then he smiled at Joseph, who was standing to the side, and took out the "spoils of war" from last night from his spatial storage.
The assistant stared in shock at the pile of buttons, rivets, screws, and bearings in front of her, and couldn't help but ask, "What are these things?"
Yun Wei shook the drawer from side to side like he was showing off a treasure, and replied, "Mithril parts. These are all mithril parts. Shh, little Joseph, let me tell you, the Liujin family hunts for these treasures in the junkyard in the south of the city every night."
The clattering sound was pleasant and crisp, suggesting a high price tag.
Joseph picked up a screw incredulously and saw a faint silver-blue light emanating from it. He murmured, "It really does contain mithril—you mean they can extract the mithril from it?"
Yun Wei nodded. "That's right, it should be like extracting metal from ore, although I don't know exactly what flux they used. But it's okay, I have mental power, I can try to control the fire element to heat the temperature to near the melting point of mithril..."
While this certainly wouldn't be suitable for large-scale mithril refining, their own shortage isn't significant either.
It's more than enough for an emergency.
Without further ado, Yun Wei and Joseph moved the heavy drawer next to the furnace, put in enough firewood, and then used the fire-type magic crystal to ignite the fire.
As the crimson magic patterns gradually extended from the furnace, completely illuminating the bottom of the large, recessed crucible on the workbench, Yun Wei dropped a mithril rivet into it.
According to the usual definition of mithril parts, they contain only about 10% mithril, but what he needs is 100% pure mithril.
So he commanded Joseph, “Joseph, slowly raise the temperature to around 950 degrees.”
"Yes, Mr. Claude."
The assistant immediately did as instructed, turning the winch next to the furnace and adjusting it to the appropriate temperature setting.
Yun Wei manipulated his mental energy, carefully observing the part that was faintly glowing red on the bottom half of the crucible.
Because mithril has the lowest melting point among common fused metals, at the current temperature, those reddish specks are mithril in the alloy.
What he had to do was refine the mithril.
Yun Wei closed his eyes and stood still beside the crucible.
A thread of spiritual energy flowed from his fingertips, slowly covering the surface of a rivet. Upon closer inspection, one end of the thread-like spiritual energy was now stuck to a small, reddish mithril particle.
But in reality, when the camera zooms out, you can see countless strands of spiritual energy, neatly and orderly connected between the fingertips and the rivets, delicate and distinct, without any disorder.
Joseph had never seen anything like it before, and he even forgot to breathe.
For him, projecting his mental energy outward was already a pipe dream, let alone stretching his mental energy into so many thread-like probe fibers.
Is this the spiritual power of a mage?
No, that can't be right.
The mental strength of a divine mage is clearly stronger than that of a magician.
He had met the cardinal of Alchemy City, whose magnificent greatsword, condensed from his spiritual power, now looked like a child's toy in comparison.
The man before me, Mr. Claude…
"Raise it another ten degrees!"
While Joseph was lost in thought, he suddenly heard the decisive command from the beautiful-looking man from the East.
The other person had their eyes closed at the moment, but their delicate face appeared incredibly holy under the light of their spiritual power.
Joseph hurriedly and carefully turned the winch next to the furnace again, adjusting the temperature to the value required by the other party.
"Alright, sir!"
"Three degrees higher!"
"Yes!...All done!"
"One more degree!"
"yes!"
Joseph carefully turned the smallest winch half a turn again and discovered that the temperature had now exceeded the melting point of mithril.
He was about to speak to report to the other party, but suddenly shut his mouth when he noticed the abnormality in the crucible.
Countless tiny silver-blue particles on the surface of the rivet were slowly converging under the pull of shimmering spiritual energy threads.
He understood that every tiny, invisible particle was a droplet of mithril that had been incorporated into the alloy.
As if drawn by an invisible force, the water droplets gradually merged into the ocean.
Finally, the supple threads of spiritual energy slowly retreated back to the other person's fingertips.
A large, silvery-blue droplet of mithril slowly rolled off the surface of the riddled rivets and flowed into the collection dish at the bottom of the crucible.
Yun Wei opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the silvery-blue liquid droplet gradually solidifying at the bottom of the collection dish.
He knew he had succeeded.
For him, the operation he just performed was somewhat similar to picking out the desired corn kernels from a mixture of millet and corn kernels.
This process is not difficult, but it requires a great deal of patience and composure.
But after working hard for half a day, the tiny piece extracted weighed less than half a gram.
If things continue like this, it'll probably take forever.
The next moment, Yun Wei, under the horrified gaze of his assistant, used pliers to pick up a large handful of mithril parts and threw them all into the blazing crucible.
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