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Looking at the clean and tidy laboratory, Acrylic couldn't even close his mouth. The hygiene problem in the laboratory has always troubled Acrylic. His private magic laboratory is one of the secret places in the entire Belkin Academy, because not only are there various precious magic materials, but there are many confidential documents and important book loans on the six large bookcases next to it. Alex usually doesn't let them enter the laboratory, let alone cleaning workers. Therefore, Acrylic has always been the hygiene work of the laboratory in the laboratory, but Alex is relatively lazy. When it comes to cleaning, he starts to have a headache. However, the laboratory pays great attention to cleaning. It takes one place after completing the experiment. Every time he completes the acrylic, he has a headache. Until now, he is not very important experiments and dares not do it.

Gris' appearance allowed him to see the best way to perfectly solve hygiene problems and not be afraid of confidentiality.

Gris stood at the door of the laboratory and stared blankly at the closed door. After a while, he turned around and looked at the empty laboratory. The words Aclis said before leaving were heard in his mind: "You will live here in the future. Without my permission, you must not go out, do you know?"

Judging from Acrypto, I didn't seem to be planning to put Gris back. Is it really impossible to go back? This thought arose in Gris's mind again.

Unfamiliar environments, strangers cannot see the ever-glacial sky of the world of death and cannot feel the many similar auras. Gris is a little uncomfortable, but he doesn't seem to have to worry about threats from similar or other undead creatures all day long, nor do he have to always get into the cave that belongs to him to pretend to die. On a detailed comparison, it seems that it is a good thing that cannot go back.

The dark light in his eyes became weaker, and Gris put these thoughts aside. He was a very responsible skeleton. When he was summoned, he had to obey the orders of the summoner. Even if the mage did not let him go back, he would not go back.

Turning around and walking towards a corner, Gris is now very accustomed to this upright walking method, and he walks very steadily step by step, but when he moves, the bones collided with each other and made a creaking sound, which looks very thrilling in the quiet room.

He walked quickly to the corner, and Gris sat down with his knees. He looked back at the distance he had walked, and he only walked a few times before he passed. If it were only half a body, he would have to climb up for a while, which made him a little like walking upright.

Holding his knees, the light in Gris's eyes gradually dimmed, and soon he fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took, but a squeak woke Gris up. He looked up and the door of the laboratory opened and Acrylic walked in.

Gris quickly stood up and walked to Acrylic to follow.

"How is it, Gris, did you have a good night last night?" Acrys asked him with his backhand.

OK? No? Last night was the most stable sleep in Gris' memory. Don't worry about all kinds of threats. It seems that it should be OK. But he doesn't know how to answer the question of Acrylic. He is just a skeleton and has no ability to speak. Acrylic nods when he asked him to "yes", and shakes his head when he is not, so "yes" should nod, right?

Gris nodded.

"That's good!" Acrys smiled happily when he saw this. He didn't want his newly-found free servant to live a bad life.

"You stay there first. I'm going to start the experiment. Don't bother me, do you know?" Aclis ordered.

Gris nodded obediently and stood there.

After changing into a white robe, Acrylics buried his head and pounded the experimental tools. He saw that bottles, beakers, test tubes, etc. were assembled in a certain order, putting on an alcohol lamp, ignite it and heat it up, and then taking out a lot of bottles, bottles, jars, etc. Pour a little into this bottle and add a little into that cup.

Gris looked at the acrys movement silently, although he couldn't understand all of them.

Acrylic is in a very good mood now. The hygiene problem that caused him the most headache was finally solved perfectly by Gris' arrival. With this free servant who is not tired or hard, Acrylic has no worries at all. Some experiments he did not dare to conduct in this laboratory before, but now he has put aside his courage and try generously. Even if it is messy, someone will clean up.

Take out a pack of magnesium powder from the drawer of the long table, pour the powder onto the balance, and he kneaded the paper bag wrapped in a ball. Then he looked around and found that the garbage Lou was actually at the corner of the room, dozens of meters away from him. Acrylic hesitated for a moment, finally glanced at Gris, suddenly smiled, and threw the ball of paper on the ground. Anyway, there was no need to clean it up by himself! Acrylic thought so in his heart.

Continue to prepare the materials, and the next is phosphorus powder. Acrylics rummaged around, rummaged through several drawers, but could not find the phosphorus powder. He frowned and thought about it for a while, and suddenly woke up the phosphorus powder and placed it in the material cabinet next to the wall.

The entire laboratory is a large space of 300 square meters. Four long ten-meter-long tables are placed in the center, forming a square laboratory table. On the left side of the gate is a half-** space divided by six large bookshelfs, which is equivalent to a library. There are two large shelves on the other two sides against the wall to place various experimental tools. These two large shelves are more than ten meters away from the central laboratory table. At this moment, the phosphorus powder required by acrylics is on one of the two large shelves.

Looking at the material rack that was more than ten meters away, Acrylic frowned. It was so far away that he thought to himself: It would be great if there was an assistant.

Acrypton knew that his idea was not realistic. As a great magician and the dean of the Belkin Royal Magic Academy, it was too easy to find an assistant, but it was too difficult to find a trustworthy assistant. However, as a great magician, most of his experiments were at the peak of magic civilization in this era and needed to be strictly kept confidential. This made it impossible for Acrypton to find someone to act as his assistant casually.

Of course, Acrypto also has some trustworthy friends and students, but none of them have a certain social status and their own work. It is obviously impossible to let them act as their assistants.

Headache! Acrylic looked at the material shelf more than ten meters away, looking gloomy.

Acrys shook his head irritatedly, and suddenly saw Gris standing motionlessly next to the laboratory bench, and his heart suddenly lit up!

"Gris, help me get the phosphorus powder in that cabinet." Acrys said to Gris pointing to a material rack by the wall.

Gris obediently followed the acrylic's instructions to the material rack. When he walked to the side of the rack, Gris was stunned. There were many bottles and jars in it. He was just a small skeleton. How could he know these bottles and jars? Which one is phosphorus powder? A big question mark appeared in Gris' heart.

Turning back, Gris shook his head at Acrys.

Acrys also expected this situation to happen. Not to mention Gusri, a small skeleton, even students who have studied magic materials must know phosphorus powder when they first came into contact with experimental supplies. But he didn't give any advice at the beginning, mainly because he wanted to see how smart the skeleton Gris was. At this time, he saw that Gris didn't know about phosphorus powder, and he knew how to shake his head to him, and Acrys was very satisfied.

"The third bottle to the left of the first row." Acrys said.

Gris was very clever and accurately took out the third bottle from the first row, with a large phosphorus lettering printed on the label on the front of the bottle.

Acrypto was very happy to see Gris take exactly what he wanted. The two major problems that had been trapped in him were perfectly solved because of Gris' appearance. Needless to say, Gris completed the experimental hygiene problem very well. The problem of the experimental assistant can be solved now. Although Gris does not know the experimental supplies, Acryptos believes that this is not a problem. The experimental supplies are labeled, so it is enough to teach Gris to read.

"Gris, come over with a mites silver. The pile of silver-white ones on the bottom of the left shelf."

"Gris, come here with a bucket of water."

"Gris, you can squeeze the wind, just try to make it harder."

"Gris..." With Across' orders, poor Gris jumped up and down like a monkey.

With Gris' help, the experiment progress exceeded Acrylic's expectations. The experiment, which was originally expected to be completed in one day, is now completed in half a day.

It's really good to have an assistant, especially for lazy people like Acrys, Gris' appearance almost doesn't have to step a step away from the experimental table. He just needs to command Gris to get it. Although Gris can't understand the labels on the experimental materials, Gris never missed it with Alex's guidance, which made Acrys feel his intelligence and more frequent.

What satisfied Acrys the most was Gris' hard work. Although he was ordered to spread the word, Gris didn't complain.

After the last step was completed, the entire experiment was successfully completed. Looking at the messy laboratory bench and floor, Acrylic said again: "Gris, clean up here and put the experimental supplies back in place." Then he poured a glass of clean water on his own, walked to the side to drink water, and watched Gris keep busy.

A bottle of unused experimental items was accurately placed back into the material holder, the residue in the experimental utensils was poured out, and the utensils were cleaned. Gris, who had done a cleaning work, skillfully restored the entire laboratory to its original state.

Acryptos pulled a stool, found a clean corner and sat down. He took a cup in his hand and poured a glass of water. He sipped his eyes, but his eyes kept looking at the busy Gris. He was so satisfied. With such a hardworking servant, everyone would be as satisfied as he did. If an experiment was completed, Acryptos would fall into the hygiene work that gave him a great headache. How could he be as free as he is now?

Moreover, it is not only hygiene work, but now there are even candidates for assistants. Gris is smart and capable of doing the job of assistants. The only problem is that Gris does not know the words.
Chapter completed!