Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Wait a minute," Xing Qingfeng recalled the details of his recent examination of Isidro's body. The tiny scars running down either side of his spine, along with the pinprick-like scars on them, instantly surfaced in his mind. "Did your deal with that old man Isidro involve this so-called magic marrow fluid?"

The magician was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, he just wants the body." He lowered his head, but soon as if remembering something, his voice rose slightly. "However, it's not difficult for him to master this technique. Our family has a clause in the contract that requires us to disclose our magical skills. We have nothing to hide from them."

"Actually, this elixir was extremely expensive initially, far from being as 'cheap' as it is now." The magician's mouth twitched as he continued his explanation with difficulty. "Initially, its production required the magician's heart or other vital tissue. However, the heart of an average magician can only produce less than a month's worth of magic marrow fluid. While this allows ordinary people without magic circuits to temporarily use magic, the high cost makes it quite useless."

"Until we discovered the Aztec blood sacrifice ritual." The magician's voice became lower, a hint of gloom. "Through this ritual, we discovered that the magical power of the earth's veins could be forcibly infused into the sacrifice. At this time, using an obsidian knife to cut out the heart, it can be removed while still full of magical power... The quality is as close as possible to that of the magician's heart."

"Later, we discovered that the purer the native South American bloodline, the greater the effect. These Aztec rituals maximize the magical content of civilian hearts. However..." He paused, then smiled bitterly, "...my ancestors only left behind instructions for using the hearts, but no records of how to utilize the remaining corpses. These magically imbued corpses are of little use to us, but it would be a shame to just throw them away. They're just useless."

"So what does Isidro want these corpses for?" Xing Qingqi asked coldly, with a hint of chill in his tone.

The magician shuddered and whispered, "I don't know either. I only know that whenever he captures a magician, he makes me cut out their heart and take it away, leaving the body to him. If he captures an ordinary tourist, he'll bring them to me and ask me to remove their heart before handing over the body to him... However, the hearts of those foreign tourists are of no use to me. The elixirs made from them are of poor quality and only last a short time."

Xing Qingqiu raised an eyebrow slightly. He could see the magician's expression gradually becoming dull, even revealing a numbness and death. His will to live was gradually fading. Continuing to press the issue in this direction, if he encountered any resistance, it would mean wasting even more time. Therefore, Xing Qingqiu temporarily put the question aside and changed direction.

"Let's not talk about that for now," he said flatly. "Do you remember when the Isidro family was destroyed?"

"That... that's something that happened to my father's generation..." The magician blinked in confusion. "I really don't remember... No, I think I've seen it somewhere. Give me some time to think about it."

Xing Qingwu did not urge him, but just stood aside and waited.

"I remember... there seem to be some records," he said softly. "Around the 1950s, my family started to lose contact with them. At the time, I just thought they might have moved away, but a few years later, I realized that—"

"——It seems that all the masters are dead." He smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Then... a few years later, that Isidro showed up. We initially suspected he was an imposter, but the moment the contract took effect... we had to admit that he was indeed a member of their family."

"The first thing he did after he showed up..." the magician's eyes dimmed slightly. "was to divide the land. His family originally controlled the sacred lands of Peru and several surrounding countries. But Isidro seemed to distrust the constraints of the contract, worried about being spied on, or perhaps he felt he couldn't manage it alone. In any case, he divided up all the sacred lands, ultimately retaining only the territory in Peru."

"The next few decades," the magician sighed wearily, "were basically uneventful, with nothing noteworthy happening. It just passed like that...that's about it."

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In fact, the magic marrow fluid here is the material in FGO. I thought about it and moved it here to use it.

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Volume 22: Symbiotic Relationships: . Hypocritical Plasma, a River of Repairing Cracks Flowing on a New Foundation

Xing Qingfeng coldly gazed at the slumped body of the magician, Basan Lingjiuqiuqijiuwuba. His face, lifeless now, was as pale as frost and snow, his forehead covered in cold sweat, which trickled down his cheeks. His fingers gripped the edge of the chair tightly, his body twitching helplessly under the torment of drug addiction, his eyes empty and hopeless. He felt no pity, simply standing by and observing indifferently, with no intention of giving him drugs to alleviate his addiction.

"Sir, I don't need you to give me medicine anymore. I can give you a recipe for an elixir. You can just test it on my body," the magician's soul pleaded, his voice trembling slightly. "If this continues, my body will be useless in the future. Please..."

He seemed to think he could survive.

"Miraculous medicine?" Xing Qingfeng raised his brows slightly, a hint of interest in his eyes. "What effect does it have?"

"It can temporarily suppress drug addiction..." the magician's soul whispered, "I'll also take it before making magic marrow fluid to prevent my addiction from settling and ruining all the precious ingredients."

“What’s the recipe?”

Xing Qingwu said nothing as he rummaged through the items he had previously searched from the magician. He found the required raw materials in a small sheepskin bag and destroyed the small bag of white powder inside.

He took out a mimosa, crushed it into a fine powder, gently picked up a little with his fingertips, and pressed it under the magician's tongue. However, he didn't use a traditional crucible. Instead, he deftly placed the maca leaves into a glass flask so he could observe the reaction. He then added hot water and, holding the bottom of the flask with one hand, heated it directly, a method that would make a chemistry teacher roar. A faint steam rose from the roiling water. The maca leaves in his hand slowly dissolved in the boiling water, emitting a faint bitter aroma that gradually filled the narrow room.

Next, Xing Qingji added chopped parsnip root, and the liquid gradually turned cloudy in the hot water. He began to inject his magic power, and the liquid in the crucible immediately reacted, as if activated by some kind of energy, bubbling and foaming continuously. He calmly picked up a pinch of sulfur and sprinkled it into the crucible without hesitation. Instantly, the liquid calmed down again, and after coupling with the magic power, it began to glow with a faint red light.

After repeating this process several times, the liquid eventually became viscous and took on a dark red sheen, like coagulated blood. Xing Qingfeng gazed coldly at the paste, then poured it into a small bottle with satisfaction.

Xing Qingjiu held the bottle of shimmering, dark red paste in his hand, coldly examining the magician's body. Even now, the body, slumped in the chair, was still trembling under the ravages of drug addiction, veins bulging. He leaned forward slightly, unceremoniously pried open the man's mouth, and roughly poured the potion down his throat. As the sticky liquid slid down his throat, the man's body shuddered as if struck by electricity, the contorted expression of pain gradually softened, the struggle in his eyes gradually subsided, and his breathing began to steady.

The magician's face gradually regained a trace of color, his breathing became steady, and the struggle and distortion on his face slowly dissipated, replaced by an eerie tranquility. He fell into a strange state of peace.

"How the hell does this thing work?" Xing Qingfeng muttered. "This is totally unreasonable. It's so ridiculous that oral administration can have such a quick effect.

The astronaut who was drugged with mercury by Xing Qingqi at that time thought the same thing. Now Xing Qingqi understands his thoughts.

"I don't know," the magician's soul floating nearby shook its head and replied helplessly, "This recipe was originally brought from Europe. Its effect is limited. If the drug addiction strikes, drinking it will be almost the same as drinking hot water directly..."

"Until I added some parsnip," the magician said slowly, a little bewildered, "it was only then that it was able to suppress the urge."

Waver, who happened to be pushing a wheelchair in, glanced at the magus's slumped body. After observing the entire process, he speculated thoughtfully, "Mimosa is probably used to soothe the mind, and maca leaves are probably used to better integrate the elixir with magic. As for the parsnip root, it probably has an effect on the soul, right?"

"I think we should do a pharmacological analysis on this thing, and then do a blood test before drinking it, and then do another blood test after drinking it," Xing Qingfeng complained. "This thing works so quickly even when taken orally, faster than my elixir. Damn it."

As he spoke, he casually stuffed the magician's soul back into his body and untied the ropes that bound him. The magician's newly recovered body slid softly onto the back of a chair, his breathing steadying, yet still carrying the lingering pain. Xing Qingqi grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up from the chair. He gave him a cold glance and gestured for Weber to leave together.

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In the narrow and dim room, the air was filled with a sour smell mixed with dust and old wood. The narrow windows hardly let in much sunlight, only a faint beam of light penetrated in, outlining a few vague shadows on the dim floor.

Xing Qingfeng glanced coldly at the Mexican magician beside him, then pulled him straight to the unconscious Isidro. He lifted his shirt, revealing a large patch of dark skin on his back. The surface of that back was covered in burn marks, with deep and shallow scars tinged with a charred black hue, the marks of previous electric shock torture.

Xing Qingfeng slowly pulled a damp cloth from his waist, spread it out with one hand, and gently wiped the cloth over the scars on Isidro's back. As the damp cloth passed over the skin, the burn marks and dust on the back were gradually wiped away, revealing new texture. With the careful wiping, the fine hairline lines on Isidro's back emerged.

——Tiny scars extend along both sides of the spine, winding from the shoulder blades to the lumbar spine, and at certain specific nodes, there are tiny pinhole-like scars.

"Here, take a look," Xing Qingqiu took a step back, motioning the Mexican magician to come closer for a closer look. His tone was cold and a bit impatient. "Is this the trace of your 'magic marrow fluid'?"

The magician frowned, leaning in to examine the minute scars on Isidro's back. His fingers hovered in the air, as if afraid to touch, and he studied them for a moment with a complex expression. He seemed to be searching his memory for a vague image. Finally, he shook his head and said hesitantly, "These marks... do look a bit similar, but I can't be sure. The scars running down both sides of the spine... and these pinhole-like marks are very similar to the marks we make when we work with the marrow fluid in magic."

"This burn-like scar, accompanied by a slight extension of the spine... is generally a typical mark of burns caused by the medullary fluid forcing its way through the blood vessels. And this pinhole-like scar... is usually the entrance where the medullary fluid was injected..." His eyes hesitated for a moment, as if he was unsure whether to continue. His voice was weak, "But... this doesn't look like the 'magic medullary fluid' that came from our hands—"

"——Our family's 'Magic Marrow Fluid', even the highest quality and longest lasting one, only lasts for half a year."

"So, if we use it normally, the scars on our bodies should be like this..." He shakily lifted his shirt, revealing his back. Dense scars covered both sides of his back, varying in age and color, as if caused by repeated use of spinal fluid. The pinhole-like marks on his lumbar spine were particularly noticeable, as if they had become permanent due to repeated injections.

"This is what normal signs of use should look like...scars are constantly torn and healed, overlapping and overlapping, and will never fully recover." He pointed to the back of Isidro lying on the ground. "The scars on his body look like they were only injected once, and it was a long time ago-"

"--If it was our 'Magic Marrow Fluid', it would absolutely be ineffective by now," the magician said, lowering his shirt to hide the scar. "Perhaps they tried it a long time ago. After all, it's not surprising that they have our family's magic in their possession..."

"Is there no way to break through this time limit?" Xing Qingwu asked.

"'A river of false plasma flows across a brand new foundation, mending the cracks'," the magician replied immediately. "This is the essence of our 'magic marrow fluid'. No matter how high the quality of our marrow fluid, it is ultimately false and can only serve as a temporary patch—"

"—This is a flaw in the essence of the 'Magic Marrow Fluid'. I don't think there's any way to extend it to more than ten years."

"Then let's rule out the possibility that he's using these people to make 'magic marrow fluid' for now," Xing Qingyu scratched his head and muttered a bit distressedly, "I'm at a dead end again..."

"Do you have the 'magic marrow fluid' in your hand?" Xing Qingfu asked the magician again.

"No, no..." the magician replied, "I was worried that if I took it outside, it would fall into the hands of others... Then I wouldn't be the only one to die, so I didn't dare to take it out of the workshop."

Xing Qingfeng fell silent. The magician's fears were indeed very likely to come true. The prototype method for the so-called "magic marrow fluid" wasn't particularly complex, but the magic world wasn't overly wary of it.

Because its materials are too expensive, even the cheapest material must be a magician's fresh heart. But therein lies the problem: those who need this thing can't get the materials, and the wealthy magicians who can get the materials don't value it. It's like silver, stuck here.

But Magic Marrow Fluid was different. It could be made from processed, ordinary hearts, and only at this stage did its properties truly change. Even for a wealthy individual in a place like Mexico, it wouldn't be difficult to acquire a large number of ordinary hearts, allowing them to perform magic.

Although this thing is not enough to shake the status of noble magicians, it is more than enough to allow ordinary people to break through the barriers between themselves and ordinary magicians.

Therefore, if this thing appeared in the Clock Tower, it would inevitably be resisted by the Democrats, and even the holders of the technology would suffer a catastrophic disaster. Compared to the aristocratic faction, most of the democratic magi did not have their own spiritual lands, so the probability of it appearing in someone else's spiritual land was higher.

——In short, if this guy encountered an outsider in his own sacred place, he would most likely be a democratic magician, and what he possessed could be considered an absolute taboo for democratic magicians.

"...Weber, Weber?" Xing Qingqiu walked out the door and shouted, "Did Kenneth find the old magician's workshop?"

"We haven't found it yet, Mr. Xing." Weber's voice came from not far away. "Because I'm currently investigating this matter, I haven't found any clues yet."

"Huh? What about Kenneth?" Xing Qingyu was stunned. "Didn't I ask him to check these things?"

"Mr. Kenneth said he would investigate, but he also told me to pay more attention to unusual events in the city if I had the energy," Weber said. "Generally speaking, when Mr. Kenneth says something like that, it means he's handed the matter over to me. And yesterday, he asked me to send Ms. Sora a stack of photos—"

"—The above seems to be the photos he took these past two days of Feng Nuan 1 (7) Ba La Ling Weeping Wheels."

"Ha, what a lazy guy!" Xing Qingfeng grumbled in dissatisfaction, "My buddy is busy here doing things, but this guy goes off to travel alone—"

"——Who said I was lazy?"

An extremely thin mercury thread vibrated slightly in the air, transmitting Kenneth's voice clearly into Xing Qingjiu's ears, interrupting his complaints.

"Weber Velvet, I entrusted you with an important task, and this is how you slander me behind my back?" Kenneth's nonchalant voice reached the ears of Weber, who was standing by the side of the ship. There was no accusation in his tone, but it reminded Weber of how he felt when he heard Kenneth's voice at the dock during the Holy Grail War. "It seems you have too much free time to complain and gossip here."

"Ahaha, you're done for now, Weber," Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment and then teased him in a tone that seemed to enjoy the fun. "Kenneth is narrow-minded. You're definitely done for now, haha."

"...What?" Kenneth's voice suddenly rose a little, "I'm petty?"

"What else," Xing Qingyu continued to tease, "I just blew up your equipment and you've been nagging me for half a year."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now," Xing Qingyu continued. Weber, who was standing beside him, gave Xing Qingyu a grateful look, nodded at him, and continued to organize the information. "What kind of operation are you doing? It's quite interesting, isn't it?"

"This is a practical application of the spirit analysis solution you gave me," the mercury filament continued to tremble slightly, faithfully transmitting Kenneth's voice to Xing Qingqi's ears. "I stretched the 'Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid' into extremely fine threads and spread them throughout this city. To a certain extent, I have incorporated the entire city into my position."

The mercury filament grew thicker as his voice grew, and other mercury filaments began to emerge in the room. A large amount of mercury gathered and condensed into a personality, which then became more and more similar to Kenneth's appearance, and finally became indistinguishable from Kenneth himself -

"—By constructing a spirit field at a designated location, and then connecting my spirit to it through the 'Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid', this is the result." Kenneth said as he stood in front of Xing Qingjiu. "To a certain extent, it can be considered... a clone? However, my split thinking isn't very proficient yet. If my main body needs to maintain the barrier covering the entire city, I can't act with the clone."

"Oh my god, you just set up a local area network in the city, didn't you?" Xing Qingyu looked at Kenneth in front of him with interest. "How's the latency?"

"It's a bit high. Because the total amount of 'Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid' is limited, the amount of information that can be carried by the separated filaments is also limited." Kenneth quickly transformed into strands of mercury again and left through the crack in the wall, leaving only an extremely thin mercury thread to convey his voice. "Anyway, we've confirmed a few suspicious points here. This old man is quite interesting. I can't find any trace of the workshop at any node along the spirit vein, but I have found some information in several places far away from the spirit vein."

"It seems that his awareness of confidentiality and security is higher than that of someone who built a magic workshop in a building." Xing Qingqiu complained.

"Shit, it's been over five years and you're still talking about this."

"Seeing your actions," Xing Qingfeng said with emotion, "it reminds me of that time."

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I took a quick look at the description of the magic marrow fluid material in FGO and filled in some of the settings here. "Hypocritical plasma, a river of repair flowing on a brand new base" is taken from the introduction of the gift set of Scarlet Marrow Workshop.

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Recommended book: "The Moon Song King's Strategy Manual"

A rare HBR fanfiction. Actually, the worldview of HBR is quite suitable for fanfiction. So far, the volume of the main plot should be enough to support fanfiction. It may be that there are too few people playing the game, resulting in a small number of books.

Volume 23: Endosymbiosis: . Unknown Crystal

Three young women were strolling the streets of Cusco, surrounded by stone walls that seemed to rise from the earth and ancient buildings steeped in history. Sunlight shone on the rough-hewn bricks, giving them a subtle bronze sheen. The air was thick with the lingering aftermath of the Sun Festival, and festive flags and scraps of confetti still fluttered in the wind along the streets.

"This is Cusco..." The cherry-haired girl looked around curiously, her eyes gleaming with surprise and novelty. "The scenery is completely different from Japan," she whispered, as if wanting to engrave every detail of this city in her memory. The streets were much sparser than during the festival, but occasionally, residents in traditional costumes could be seen leisurely passing by.

"It's a shame we're still a few days late," the withered black-haired girl beside him said, her head bowed slightly as she pushed the wheelchair. The doll-like blonde girl in the wheelchair had her eyes closed, appearing drowsy. A hint of resignation lingered in the black-haired girl's tone. "Otherwise, we could have made it in time for the Sun Festival, the most lively celebration here each year. While there's still a bit of a festive atmosphere now, it's ultimately not as grand as it was back then."

The blonde girl in the wheelchair opened her eyes slightly, a faint smile curling her lips as if she were enjoying the warm winter sunshine in the southern hemisphere. She said lazily, "When you came here, you promised us you knew a local magic family and that a letter would allow us to travel freely around South America..." She spoke in a casual tone, sounding a little nonchalant. "And yet, I've been waiting for two weeks and there's not even a reply."

"That, that was an accident!" The black-haired girl blushed slightly and smiled awkwardly, looking a little guilty. "I only wrote a letter before and was approved. The owner here is quite easy to talk to..."

"Yeah," the blonde girl said teasingly with a faint smile, "Patty has always been reliable, so how could anything go wrong?"

"Actually, I've considered that maybe because of the Sun Festival, the owner of the spiritual land might be more vigilant against foreign magicians." The black-haired girl lowered her head slightly, her expression slightly helpless and embarrassed, and her hands unconsciously increased the strength of pushing the wheelchair. "But I sent another letter a few days ago, and didn't even receive a rejection reply-"

"—I wrote a written letter to the de Valdés family under the name Heathirn (Old Irish Gaelic, later transliterated into English as Hearn, commonly used as a surname). As a branch of the de Valdés family, even if they refuse, they should have received a formal reply to maintain proper manners."

"Maybe it's because the number of people is different this time," the blonde girl tilted her head and thought calmly, "What was your reason for writing to me last time?"

"I've actually only been here once, for anthropological field research. After all, I prefer anthropological research to magic," the black-haired girl pondered for a moment, then whispered, "That was the reason I wrote in the letter. And yet, such an offensive reason was allowed. I figured someone so easy to talk to wouldn't mind the number of people who came."

In fact, "anthropological field research," or more bluntly, coming here to investigate local cultural heritage, etc., is actually quite offensive in the eyes of magicians.

——Because the foundations of magic are mostly engraved on the land, woven into the very veins of the earth. This can be inscribed in the form of knowledge and religion, passed down orally by individuals, or inherited within a family. Over the course of long cultural cycles, these are ultimately faithfully reflected in the local customs and folkways.

In other words, a skilled magus could even infer the general direction of the magic base of the magi in a particular sacred place by observing the differences in folk customs compared to other places. For a magus who considered it taboo to spy on other people's magic, writing a letter directly announcing a field research trip to a certain place was almost a provocation to the owner of the place.

Oh, wait, the magic base of the colonial magic families in South America is mostly imported, and investigating the local customs and folkways has almost nothing to do with these magicians.

That's fine. No wonder Isidro doesn't mind people coming to his territory to conduct field research.

The blonde girl lazily leaned against her wheelchair, her eyes half-lidded, a faint smile on her lips. "Hmm... Then I'll leave everything to you. I'm so sleepy—" Before she could finish her words, she tilted her head slightly, curled up in the wheelchair, and fell asleep again with even breathing.

The cherry-haired girl beside her was curiously glancing around, overwhelmed by the exotic scenery of Cusco. Her gaze was occasionally drawn to the intricate patterns on the stone walls, or to the brightly colored shawls and hats adorning the heads of pedestrians on the street corners. "So, Master, what should we do now?" Finally, she turned her gaze back to the black-haired girl pushing the wheelchair. "Any plans?"

"Soji, how many times have I told you not to call me Master anymore? The Holy Grail War is over." Patricia was slightly stunned, then shook her head helplessly and sighed, "Just call me Patricia. As for what's next... I still have to go to the local magician's workshop to take a look--"

"--But most South American magicians are of average skill. Even if they come looking for us, it won't be a problem. After all, we have Souji." Patricia smiled softly and continued to push the wheelchair slowly, keeping Kanzuki Ringo in the wheelchair more stable. "We can take you on a tour of the city first. If the manager of this place hasn't come to us yet, it won't be too late to visit him then."

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The evening sun dyed the sky an orange-red, and the gradually setting afterglow cast a shadow over the city, tinging the ancient city of Cusco with a mysterious warm hue. At this moment, Kenneth stood at the entrance of an unremarkable courtyard, indifferently surveying the ordinary dwelling before him.

"Xing, I think I've found one of that old man's workshops," he said casually. "It's quite cunning. It doesn't rely on spiritual veins at all, and its connection to the earth vein nodes is extremely weak—"

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, moving his wrist slightly, and three "crack, crack, crack" sounds rang out between the joints. As his eyes swept around, the barrier hidden in the dark gradually disintegrated, as if silently breaking apart, revealing traces of magic hidden inside the house.

"Better than Weber back then. He even knew how to set up a barrier." Kenneth couldn't help but yawning tiredly, stepped over the threshold, crossed the courtyard, pushed open the door of the main house, and prepared to find out what was going on.

Just as he pushed the door, he felt a slight pulling force at the edge of the door frame, and an extremely thin thread trembled slightly in front of his eyes, accompanied by an imperceptible "click".

"...No, he's much stronger than Waver."

Immediately, a deafening explosion erupted, and flames and thick smoke instantly burst through the room. The force of the defensive grenade, triggered, nearly ripped the surrounding space apart. The air was filled with the scent of scorching flames, and the shockwave of the explosion reverberated in the small space, stirring up broken wood chips and dust.

However, almost at the same instant as the explosion, silver liquid rapidly spread across Kenneth's body. In the nick of time, the Moon Spirit Marrow formed a shimmering barrier, completely blocking the raging flames and violent impact. The liquid formed a smooth arc to protect his limbs and face, airtightly isolating him from all external dangers. The flames danced on the silver barrier, but could not harm him at all.