Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

The explosion gradually subsided, and the Moon Spirit Marrow slowly faded from his body. The silver liquid flowed like water, emitting a cold light, revealing Kayneth's unharmed figure. Even in this dilapidated scene, he remained calm, not even the wrinkles of his clothes were messed up.

Kenneth surveyed the living room, his eyes filled with cold disdain. The once tidy, old furniture had been ripped to shreds by the blast, its debris scattered across the floor, emitting a scorching smell. Cracks crisscrossed the walls like spiderwebs, and glowing embers danced lightly across the damaged floorboards. The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and dust. Dim light filtered through the cracked windows, illuminating the debris and charred remains strewn across the floor, making the dilapidated little house resemble a post-war ruin.

"Ha, as expected, a country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. He actually needs to use such despicable things to set up a workshop..." Kenneth snorted coldly, with undisguised sarcasm in his tone.

But just as he finished speaking, a subtle humming sound suddenly echoed in his ears. Waves of magical energy surged from all directions. The autonomous spells engraved throughout the room seemed to have been triggered by the booby trap. The once tranquil space suddenly felt oppressive, and a magic circle with self-destructive properties quietly emerged, waiting in the shadows like an ambush.

Kenneth raised his eyebrows slightly, his lips moving silently as a mosquito-like incantation flowed from his mouth. Just as the self-regulation rituals were about to complete, threads of Moon Spirit Marrow spread throughout the room, precisely piercing each ritual. While he couldn't directly sever all nodes and forcibly shut down the rituals like Xing Qingjiu had, he could certainly combine his chanting to forcibly terminate the discovered rituals at the moment of completion.

He slowly paused his chant, a scornful smile playing on his lips. The silver liquid quickly receded, and after returning to calm, he had completely wiped out the surrounding self-destruct spells. Cautiously, he once again summoned the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, carefully probing every corner to ensure there were no remaining traps or ambushes.

"Rather than killing the invaders, the priority is to self-destruct and destroy the workshop?" Kenneth commented calmly, "I'm increasingly curious about what's hidden here."

After confirming the room was safe, Kenneth tucked his hands into his windbreaker pockets and slowly stepped inside. His footsteps were gentle yet powerful, making a distinct "crack" sound as he stepped on the uneven, bomb-riddled floor. His gaze drifted over the shattered furniture around him, examining every piece of furnishings. Faded tapestries hung on the walls, the decor reminiscent of colonial times. A mottled oil lamp sat on the table, its wax still clinging to its base. A few torn pages of a book lay scattered on the floor.

He casually picked up a page of a book that had fallen to the ground and carefully examined its contents. However, he soon frowned slightly, lost interest, and casually threw it back to the ground.

——They are just some insignificant novels that have nothing to do with magic and lack even any symbolic symbols.

Kenneth casually picked up the oil lamp on the table, rubbed a flame, and ignited the wax solidified in the lamp holder. The flame licked the wax, making a small crackling sound, and a strange smell slowly drifted into the air. He raised the oil lamp to his nose and smelled the odor directly, the way that would make the chemistry teacher emit a sharp explosion.

Just some little gadgets to calm your nerves and help you concentrate. He smiled slightly and put the oil lamp back to its place without any concern.

After confirming that the living room contained nothing of note, Kenneth wandered to the other rooms of the house, casually pushing open several tightly closed wooden doors. A faint, musty smell wafted through the air, and the light inside dimmed, making the space seem even more gloomy and oppressive. He cast his gaze to a corner and saw a slightly compact room filled with alchemist's instruments. The glassware and metal fixtures reflected a cold, dim light.

His gaze swept across the room, landing on a long table nearby. It was covered with alchemist's instruments: beakers, crucibles, alembics, and several bottles of reagents labeled with Latin letters. The liquids within shimmered faintly with blue and green hues, clearly containing magical reagents being prepared. There was even a pair of worn leather gloves perched on the corner, their surface scorched from repeated experiments.

He showed little interest in the liquid in the bottle, but was quickly drawn to the crystals still remaining in the mortar on the table. He pulled a pair of gloves from his pocket, confirmed their function as magic ceremonial gear, and carefully dipped his fingertips into the powder, examining it closely.

"--Interesting, it looks like a crystal, and it contains quite a bit of magical power." Kenneth put on his glasses and continued to carefully observe the powder. "This should be... No, this doesn't match any mineral I know of?"

As the Lord of Minerals, Kenneth had manipulated virtually every mineral material in the magical world, both common and rare. Even Xing Qingfeng, who had surpassed Kenneth in some theoretical areas of alchemy, couldn't claim to have manipulated more stones than he had.

And now, as the monarch of the mineral department, Kenneth was very sure that he did not know what the crystal powder in front of him was.

"Xing, are you free?" Kenneth used magic to contact Xing Qingjiu, "Come over to my place, I have an interesting discovery——"

"—There's something I can't identify. It looks like a crystal, but the magic content doesn't match any known mineral. Come and see what it is."

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I'm a bit busy, sorry for being late.

The plan here is to merge the previously laid foreshadowing line with the current protagonist line. The cochineal line will have to wait for a while.

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Volume 24: Symbiotic Relationship: . I got up and shot him in one second. What else can I say?

At dusk in Cusco, the streets were shrouded in a deep blue twilight. The lingering warmth of the festival lingered like a thin veil among the thinning crowds. The lights of the shops gradually dimmed, and the streets were littered with scattered confetti. Occasionally, children played with their children, their laughter fading into the darkness. A few stray cats huddled in the corners, coldly watching every moving shadow, waiting for night to truly arrive.

At that moment, a resounding "boom!" shattered the silence. The ground shook slightly, and the walls creaked under the weight. Tiles slid from the roofs and clattered onto the cobblestones, the crackling sound particularly harsh in the empty street. The cat, previously huddled in the corner, quickly scattered, leaping and disappearing into the shadows.

Patricia stopped abruptly, frowned slightly, and turned to look at Souji Okita who was carefully chewing the tortilla in his hand, his movements slightly stiff because of the loud noise.

"Did you hear that?" Patricia asked softly.

Souji Okita looked up, her cherry-colored hair gently blown by the breeze, and her ears trembled slightly, catching the lingering sounds in the air.

"That noise... probably in the direction we're going." She narrowed her eyes slightly and whispered, "It's not far away. I can hear bricks and tiles loosening and falling... about three hundred meters away."

Patricia frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes. She raised her hand and gripped the wheelchair's armrest. Her fingers turned pale, as if she was suppressing some anxious emotion. "At this distance... it seems something's wrong."

"Ms. Patricia?" Souji Okita couldn't help but ask when he saw her standing there with a serious expression and quickly swallowing the tortilla in her hand.

Patricia lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze fixed on Ringo, who was sitting quietly in the wheelchair, and whispered, "I'm wondering if I should take Ringo with me. It's not right to take her on such a risk, but this territory belongs to other magicians, and leaving her in a strange place isn't a good idea..."

"How about I go alone?" Okita Souji paused for a moment, then said, "You stay here and look after Miss Ringo."

Patricia sighed softly and shook her head. "That's not entirely appropriate. After all, this involves matters between magicians... it could be very troublesome if things go wrong." She was silent for a moment, then gently pushed the wheelchair handle toward Okita Souji. "How about this, I'll leave Ringo in your care. Take her back to the hotel. I'll go check on the situation."

Okita Souji took the wheelchair, frowned slightly, looked at Patricia's weak face, and asked with concern in his tone, "Are you really okay?"

Patricia simply smiled, her eyes gleaming with confidence, as if she didn't take the danger seriously. "Don't worry. While I can't use magic seals for now, the magicians in South America... aren't so strong as to be defeated." However, before she could finish her words, her chest suddenly tightened, and she erupted in a violent coughing fit. Muddy, dirty blood spilled from her lips, its crimson color etched across her pale face and stained the snow-white handkerchief in her hand.

"...Are you really okay like this?" Okita Souji was slightly stunned and complained in a low voice.

Patricia calmed down, gently wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief. She forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, I'm really fine." She regained her composure. "Well, I've roughly figured out the algae living in my body over this period of time. Don't worry—"

"——After all, we came back this time to solve our health problems. If we back down because of such a small matter, we might as well hope that the puppeteer will suddenly find a treatment plan and be kind enough to not charge any consultation fee. After all, we don't have much money now..."

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Thin strands of Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid trembled gently in the air, like taut strings, transmitting every sound and movement from the outside world to Kenneth's senses. Night had fallen, and the darkness surrounding the workshop was like a curtain, shrouding it in a claustrophobic silence. However, a subtle vibration broke the silence, and the sound of light footsteps was heard. The steps were obviously cautious, not attracting anyone's attention, but they could not escape the detection of the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid.

Kenneth's fingertips moved slightly, gently pulling on a thin thread of the Moon Spirit to obtain more accurate information. The frequency of vibration, the frequency and strength of the steps were analyzed by the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, and the data was fed back to Kenneth.

——He was too light. Unless Xing Qingyu’s upper body was blown to pieces and only his lower body was left running over, it definitely couldn’t be him.

...But this guy really seems to be able to do such a thing.

He flicked his sleeves, brushing off the faint dust from his shoulders, and looked around the workshop. The repelling barrier continued to operate silently, isolating everything within. Anyone approaching was clearly no ordinary person. Though their steps were light, they were directed towards the workshop, clearly aware that this was a secret magus's base.

"It seems the explosion attracted the magician..." Kenneth raised an eyebrow slightly, analyzing calmly. He slowly and carefully gathered the remaining crystals from the mortar, placed them in a delicate glass bottle, and stowed them in the inner pocket of his windbreaker. To prevent any further incidents from destroying these precious materials, he patted his pocket, confirming they were all there, and then glanced around to make sure the barrier and defensive measures were still intact.

The other party's subsequent actions further confirmed that the visitor was a magician related to old man Isidro.

The man hesitated not far from the doorway, probably observing the damage to the workshop. If it were Xing Qingjiu, not to mention his ability to sense the dense filaments of mercury surrounding him, he would normally have slipped into the barrier and blocked the magician's entire spell right in front of him, then mocked his magic and shot him dead.

He would never be so vigilant wandering outside the door.

Seeing the man still hesitating outside the door, Kayneth lost his patience. He preferred a quick resolution to the visitor's hesitation. He didn't bother to waste energy setting up more fortifications in the workshop. Instead, he strode decisively toward the door, looking at the thin, withered figure not far away, resembling a living corpse.

Patricia nervously glanced at the workshop that had once belonged to Isidro. It was now in ruins, its thick walls dotted with tiny cracks, and the explosion had ripped a small gap in the corner of the door frame. The architecture here had a colonial feel, with dark, heavy walls. Vines clung to the damaged walls, swaying gently in the breeze.

The air was thick with the faint scent of gunpowder, and broken wood chips and bricks scattered across the doorway, as if silently recounting the intensity of the previous explosion. At the doorway, charred debris served as a silent reminder of the conflict that had occurred. However, the figure who slowly emerged wasn't the familiar Isidro, but a tall, blond stranger. His eyes were cold and tinged with contempt, as if he didn't take Patricia's presence seriously.

"What? You don't want to tell me your purpose?" The blond man stopped and put his hands leisurely in his pockets, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

The air around them was heavy and oppressive, the charred ruins emitting a pungent burnt smell. Even the breeze seemed to have died because of the confrontation. Patricia narrowed her eyes slightly, coldly sizing up the unfamiliar blond man before her.

"A few months ago, I wrote to the de Valdés family under the name of ?hEathirn, stating the purpose of my visit. It was simply a simple humanities investigation, with no intention of spying on the local magecraft."

"Heathirn? Descendants of the ancient Irish? Ha, don't joke." A trace of contempt flashed in the blond man's eyes. After hearing her explanation, he just snorted coldly and glanced at her casually. His tone was full of condescending sarcasm. "If you had red hair, I could barely believe it, but black hair? Ha."

Patricia's face remained calm, but her mind was racing. She slowly raised her hands, outwardly calm, but secretly she had already completed three sections of magic. The opponent seemed completely unprepared, not even bothering to chant the spell. This undoubtedly gave her a perfect opportunity; at the slightest sign of movement, she could strike first.

"I don't really want to argue with you," Patricia said methodically as she retreated, trying to buy herself more time. However, just as she was hesitating whether to continue her argument, she suddenly saw a glint of gemstone-like brilliance flash in the blond man's eyes.

Patricia's heart trembled, knowing that the opponent most likely possessed a Mystic Eye of at least gem-level quality. She immediately held her breath and chanted the last line of the spell.

"Then the incantation was completed, and the six-measure magic attack struck the opponent's mind without hesitation. However, just as she turned to retreat, she heard a soft yawn.

Patricia turned around suddenly and was surprised to see that the man was still standing there leisurely, with a look of boredom on his face, as if the six-measure magic trick just now was just a breeze that had not left any trace on him.

"How ridiculous, Yilin Yiqi Shiwu (9) Sijiu (8)" He glanced at Patricia with disdain, his eyes full of disdainful mockery. "An Asian-looking magician, claiming to be a descendant of ancient Ireland, actually uses the Greek version of the Gospel of Providence? Ha, even if he's trying to fool people, he should at least have some basic common sense."

The man shook his head slowly, as if disappointed in her magical skills. "Performing this kind of Gnostic magic in front of the head of the psychic department? You're so bold as to try to interfere with my mind. How courageous."

Before he finished speaking, the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid beside him began to vibrate slightly, and a low humming sound seemed to fill the air, like a predator issuing a hidden warning. Patricia's eyes widened, and before she could react, she felt a tearing pain in her mind, as if countless tiny needles were piercing the depths of her consciousness, shattering her thoughts with every second.

"Ah..." Before she could utter a single sound, her entire consciousness was swept away by the sudden impact. The scene before her eyes quickly distorted, and everything in the air became blurry. Patricia felt her mind collapse, and her consciousness gradually slipped into darkness.

The dilapidated streets were silent. Kayneth stood quietly at the door, his demonic eyes still on, scanning the distant streets, as if waiting for something.

Not long after, a figure finally appeared at the end of the dark street, walking leisurely with a hint of nonchalance.

Xing Qingyu walked slowly across the courtyard, his eyes fixed on Kenneth. "What kind of mineral is this? How could a Lord like you never see it?" He walked straight up to Kenneth, his tone teasing, "Hurry up, where's the thing?"

"Before that, let's deal with the magician we just caught." Kenneth said calmly, as if he didn't care about the sudden situation in front of him.

"Magician? Where?" Xing Qingyu replied curiously, "From what I can tell, you're the only living person around here. What the hell?"

"...Did he kill him? That shouldn't be the case," Kenneth said, stunned for a moment. "I clearly held back."

Kenneth hurried out of the yard and came to where Patricia had collapsed. He squatted down, placing his fingers on the side of her neck to feel for a pulse. His face darkened, and a hint of confusion crossed his eyes. Xing Qingqiu followed, carefully examining Patricia's condition.

Xing Qingyin turned her over so that her face was facing upwards. In the moonlight, he observed that Patricia's face was pale and bloodless, and her body was as stiff as a cold stone. He reached out to feel her breathing and pulse, but found that she was lifeless and her body had long lost the warmth of life.

——However, from his subtle perception, Patricia's soul did not leave this body.

"Hiss..." Xing Qingyu took a deep breath, his gaze lingering on Patricia's face for a moment. Then, as if remembering something, he murmured, "Wait, I think I've seen this person before. She was a contestant in the Holy Grail War years ago. She should be a Japanese named Guanyue Ringo. I remember she wasn't this thin back then..."

"What's going on?" Kenneth raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to continue.

"You said she's dead, right? Indeed, the body's vital activities have ended," Xing Qingfeng pondered for a moment and continued, "However, what's a little strange is that the corpse is still continuously generating magical power, and her soul seems to have found a stable home within the corpse, as if forcibly driving the corpse with a method similar to that of a corpse."

"Let me see...it's true. Looking closely, it's definitely a Celtic technique," Kenneth said, also carefully examining it. "I see. Is it the soul? Heathirn...never mind, let's take a look at the crystal first."

Kenneth barely finished his words when he flicked his fingers. The Moon Spirit Marrow condensed into a silken thread, lifting Patricia's body and suspending it in mid-air. He tilted his head slightly, motioning for Xing Qingjiu to join him in the workshop. The two of them passed through the dilapidated doorway and into a darkened room.

Coming to the table, Kenneth reached out and took out a small bottle from the air bag in his mouth. He tilted the bottle carefully and slowly poured the fine crystals inside into his palm, carefully observing the faint halo flowing on its surface.

"Is this it?" Xing Qingqiu also came forward and asked in a low voice, "It's quite interesting. I feel that this thing looks the same as that QP-"

"However, we don't have the conditions for detailed identification right now. I'll see if I can do a few experiments to examine its chemical properties."

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Volume 25: Endosymbiotic Relationships: . Substances that cannot occur in the natural environment

Xing Qingfeng neatly arranged three test tubes on his workbench. Each contained colorless, transparent deionized water, pure ethanol, and a faintly misty dilute sulfuric acid. Under the light, the liquids appeared calm and transparent. He carefully used tweezers to pick up a small piece of mineral crystal and placed it into each test tube one by one.

He gently shook the first test tube containing deionized water. The crystals remained motionless, sinking quietly to the bottom, as if the water had no effect on them. After observing for a moment, he picked up the test tube containing ethanol and repeated the same procedure. Still, there was no sign of dissolution. Xing Qingqi frowned slightly and picked up the third test tube. Upon contact with the dilute sulfuric acid, the crystals reacted violently. A burst of faint bubbles quickly emerged, and the crystals disappeared within a few seconds.

"Neither water nor ethanol can dissolve it, but dilute sulfuric acid can dissolve it instantly..." He muttered to himself, then put down the test tube, his eyes fell on the crucible prepared at the side, picked up a few crystals, sprinkled them on the bottom of the crucible, then gathered magic power at his fingertips, rubbed them lightly, and a cluster of bright flames danced in his hands.

He carefully guided the flame under the crucible, and once it touched the crystal for a moment, he began to slowly heat it. As the temperature gradually rose, subtle changes occurred on the surface of the crystal in the crucible.

After just a few minutes, the crystals began to slowly decompose, emitting a thin wisp of white smoke. Xing Qingfeng's expression changed slightly. He immediately stopped heating and looked down at the residue in the crucible. Clearly, this crystal was extremely unstable, decomposing at relatively low temperatures. This phenomenon further aroused his suspicions about its origin.

After a moment, he set up a water bath and placed the crystal in a crucible, slowly heating it. The bath's low temperature, controlled more precisely, significantly slowed the crystal's decomposition. Even so, after a while, tiny bubbles still appeared on the crystal's surface.

"It starts decomposing at such a low temperature, and it dissolves quickly in dilute sulfuric acid..." He squinted at the crystals in the water bath, observing them slowly releasing gas and undergoing a series of minor decomposition reactions. He couldn't help but mutter, "How could this molecular structure exist in crystalline form for so long?"

Seeing how focused he was, Kenneth slowly moved closer to observe, "What do you think?"

Xing Qingqi curled his lips, tapped the edge of the crucible with his fingers, making a crisp sound, and said bluntly: "This thing can't be a natural product. It's unstable at such a low temperature? The climate conditions in South America simply can't allow it to exist for a long time-"

"--If it's really a natural product, then I swear I'll never drink alcohol again in my life."

Xing Qingfeng surveyed his sparsely populated workspace, his gaze sweeping across the few chemical reagents on the lab bench. He sighed softly and rubbed his brow. "A detailed analysis still needs to be sent to the lab for a spectral analysis using a polarizing microscope," he said slowly, his gaze fixed on the scattered tools and instruments on the table. "However, I suspect this stuff might contain carbon. I don't have any limewater on hand, so let me think about what to do..."

He then pulled a silver ingot from a drawer and gently scraped off a few silver flakes with tweezers. He dropped them into the nitric acid solution, stirring gently with his fingers. The silver flakes slowly dissolved in the solution, emitting a faint scent of silver ions. He quickly set the solution aside and took out another clean test tube, adding a few crystals. He quickly connected a small vial of oxygen to the top of the test tube, opened the valve, and gradually introduced the oxygen. Xing Qingfeng stared intently at the test tube, heating it to over 600 degrees. The crystals gradually began to decompose, releasing a trace of colorless gas. He quickly introduced the gas into the freshly prepared silver nitrate solution. As the gas flowed in, a fine layer of white precipitate gradually formed in the solution.

"Carbon dioxide, it does contain carbon," Xing Qingqi whispered confidently, raising his eyebrows. But then he frowned, a look of confusion in his eyes. "But what's strange is that this stuff starts to decompose at less than 100 degrees Celsius. Normally, carbon-containing crystals shouldn't decompose so easily to reach this level of stability, especially in an environment like South America. The formation of this kind of mineral is actually quite unreasonable."

Kenneth listened attentively and suddenly said, "Could it be that its unusually lively nature is caused by its excessively high magical power content? After all, the magic content of this crystal exceeds that of many high-rarity gemstones."

Xing Qingwu fell into deep thought, tapping the test tube with his fingers. "That makes sense... There's indeed a strong correlation between magic and electromagnetic forces. Perhaps the magic strengthens the interaction between electrons and atomic nuclei within the crystal, stabilizing the chemical bonds and even increasing the van der Waals forces between molecules, which is why it can temporarily exist in this environment. In other words, its existence itself is unnatural. Once the external magic supply weakens, or the temperature rises slightly, the chemical bonds will lose their support, and the crystal will naturally decompose."

He looked at the trace amount of crystal powder remaining in the test tube in his hand and muttered to himself, "According to common sense, this structure shouldn't exist at all."

Kenneth nodded in agreement, thought for a moment, and said, "But this idea is quite novel. Have you been researching the physical properties of magic crystals recently?"

"Yes, it's an extended project," Xing Qingfeng sighed, "There are still too few people, and I have to do a lot of things alone."

"Really? Then I'll assign you a classroom later, and you can take some time to train a few suitable apprentices." Kenneth thought for a moment and said, "Look for someone from the Modern Magic Department. The Minerals Department and the Spiritual Summoning Department are both the domain of the aristocracy, and I don't think they'll have anyone who meets your needs."

Xing Qingyu was about to respond when he heard a slight friction sound. He turned around and saw that the woman who was tied up by the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid was slowly waking up on the floor not far away. Her body trembled slightly, and there was a slight friction sound of clothes.

"Are you sure this guy has local connections?" Xing Qingyu frowned slightly, approached the collapsed Patricia, and whispered to Kenneth, "If you're sure, I'll take action."

"Don't you know her?" Kenneth raised his eyebrows and cast his gaze towards Patricia lying on the ground. "Didn't you get the Master's detailed information during the Holy Grail War?"

"Oh, there really is..." Xing Qingyu scratched his head, "But Kiritsugu is still recuperating in the hospital, so let's not disturb him... Let's contact Einzbern directly." As he said that, he took out his phone and was about to dial when he suddenly felt something strange.

Patricia slowly woke up at this moment, and a trace of spirit gradually regained in her empty eyes, but her gaze was stubbornly glued to the test tube in Xing Qingqi's hand, as if she had an irresistible desire for the crystals inside, as if she was deeply attracted by some invisible force.

"Do you still recognize me, Miss Guanyue Ringo?" Xing Qingqiu squatted in front of her and said, "We met at the Holy Grail War half a year ago. Do you remember?"

Patricia's eyes flickered slightly, and she slowly looked up at Xing Qingqi, her tone a little hesitant, "You are...ah, the supervisor of the Holy Grail War, Mr. Xing, right...?" Her voice was weak and intermittent, as if she was extremely weak, but her eyes could not move away from the test tube in Xing Qingqi's hand.

Xing Qingqiu keenly caught her unusual reaction and tried to move the test tube to another position. He noticed that Patricia's eyes were still fixed on the test tube, and her attention was firmly locked on it.

"Do you recognize this thing?" Xing Qingwu asked.

“I don’t know… but can you put this thing away first…” Patricia’s breathing became increasingly rapid, as if she was enduring some irresistible desire, “Get it out of my sight.”