The cutting edge of progress

The best research lab was prepared for the task. Researchers in protective leather clothing watched me and Researchina spread pieces of gold, ore, and coal on the floor.

She picked a gold nugget the size of the baby fist and examined it from all sides.

I was watching her earnestly.

Although I was the smarter one thanks to the Grand Strategist title (which *almost* didn't give me anxiety anymore!), she had more experience with researching specifically.

"Well, what do you think? Too bad this isn't a video game and a golden axe or shovel will be way worse than stone ones. But can you make some nails out of this?"

Researchina hummed thoughtfully.

"The scales you've found were more exciting from a practical standpoint, Father, but I will see what can be done here."

She raised a free hand.

"Assistant, a carving knife!"

"Yes, Adviser Researchina!"

A moment later, a knife was in her hand.