Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Of course there is no such thing.

Time ticked by, and a full half hour had passed since the reactor was last started. Weber stood up, checked various indicators, and then turned off the main switch, shutting off the flow of magic power and heat. The moment the switch flipped, the lights in the lab dimmed slightly, and the red glow from the furnace slowly faded.

Then, he expertly opened the exhaust system, slowly releasing the trapped gas inside the reactor. The entire decompression process required several minutes of patient waiting, while Weber calmly adjusted the various control knobs, ensuring that the barometer needle gradually returned to zero. He knew this step was crucial.

——Xing Qingwu once opened the lid of the kettle in front of him without waiting for the pressure in the kettle to be completely released, and was sprayed in the face by a high-temperature air flow mixed with carbon black.

Weber breathed a sigh of relief once the internal temperature had dropped to a safe level. He then donned thick, insulated gloves and slowly twisted the latch on the lid. The brass lid trembled slightly, as if still retaining a last bit of heat. He steadied it with both hands and, with a gentle push, opened the lid completely. A faint curl of steam rose, bringing with it a familiar burnt smell.

The interior of the furnace was pitch black. Weber sighed, tilted the bottom of the cauldron, and slowly poured out the reactants with a stainless steel spatula. The result was nothing more than a pile of powdery carbon black, streaked with tiny particles of ash, like some kind of broken cinder. He had become numb to this scene, and his eyes no longer held disappointment, replaced by a tired habit.

"Result of the 327th experiment: failure," Weber muttered softly, turning the pages of his notebook and skillfully writing down the experimental records, filling the paper with cold numbers and conclusions. He pressed the pen firmly on the paper and wrote the word "failure." A hint of impatience flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He turned and walked to the storage shelf, skillfully took out a small bag of dry powdered substance, gently opened the package, carefully weighed the exact amount, and slowly added it into the pot with the small spoon in his hand.

After completing the weighing, Weber resealed the lid, tightened the screw knob, and restarted the temperature control system, slowly adjusting the furnace temperature to 2000 degrees Celsius. The brass furnace immediately lit up with a faint reddish glow, as if the outline of a flame flickered faintly, and the entire laboratory was once again shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere.

He took one last look at the barometer, confirmed that all parameters were normal, breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in his seat, and began a new round of long wait.

"These days... I'd rather go back to London and work overtime..." Weber slumped in his chair with lifeless eyes, continuing to stare at the clock behind the stove in boredom.

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In the dimly lit room, the air seemed thick with an elusive tension. Xing Qingqiu flipped through a thick stack of documents, his gaze icy as he scanned them. He paused, unfolded the pages one by one, and examined them intently. After a moment, he raised his gaze and asked, "Hmm, so you're here for field research?" He nodded slightly. "I published an article on South America a few years ago... so there's nothing wrong with that."

Patricia sighed softly and seemed to think for a moment before speaking. "I came here once a few years ago, but then I had some health problems and had to stop my investigation. It was only recently that I barely recovered and decided to continue these... studies."

"Then, during the Holy Grail War, it was registered as Mitsuki Ringo," he continued, "is that the name of this body?"

Patricia seemed a little hesitant, her eyes wandering for a moment before she slowly nodded: "Yes... yes. Because if I register it under my name, it will be very troublesome to explain..."

Xing Qingqi smiled calmly, his tone seeming to be nonchalant: "It's normal to use pseudonyms to hide one's identity during the Holy Grail War. In fact, the requirement to register one's identity was a temporary requirement of that Holy Grail War—" He changed the subject, "—in a normal Holy Grail War, who would report to the organizers? You'd rather everyone hide their identities, right, Kenneth?"

Kenneth, standing by, immediately revealed a look of disdain upon hearing this, and retorted contemptuously, "Why are you being so sarcastic? If it weren't for the Jazz, do you think you would have won?"

"Anyway, it's definitely not you who wins."

"Ha! This little rural competition." Kenneth sneered and shook his head, his eyes full of contempt. "Victory is nothing but a piece of cake for me."

"Oh, yes, yes, let's deal with your student's servant first." Xing Qingyu teased without any hesitation.

"Why do you think I would give him the chance to release his Noble Phantasm?" Kenneth sneered, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes.

Patricia frowned slightly, feeling speechless as she watched the two men bickering endlessly over past grievances. Their argument seemed unending, only intensified by their sarcasm. She sighed inwardly. While the current situation was definitely favorable for them, wasn't their undisguised sense of relief a bit excessive?

Amidst the two men's inexplicable quarrel across from her, Patricia pondered, "Alas, a Lord has arrived in this rural area... Could he be after the legendary ORT?" Her heart tightened slightly, a tinge of unease forming. "I wonder if I can escape... I haven't been back for a few days. Ringo and the others must have made some move..."

She had hoped that Souji's arrival would slightly change the situation, at least allowing her to negotiate on equal terms with the other party. However, when she realized who the two people who had captured her were, she immediately gave up this idea.

One was the overseer of the Holy Grail War half a year ago, the monstrous alchemist who replaced the city's rivers with mercury overnight to counter the ley lines; the other was the Lord of the Clock Tower's Minerals Department, whose mere title of Lord was enough to prove his strength.

Even if Souji could defeat one of them, it would be wishful thinking to protect Ringo and even save himself. Patricia shook her head secretly, silently praying that Souji could escape with Ringo as far away as possible. In the current situation, coming to her rescue would be like asking for death.

However, her thoughts were quickly brought back to reality by the bickering between the two.

"Who was it that was beaten by his own student's servant, yet still refused to admit defeat? In the end, he activated his Noble Phantasm, an inherent barrier, but you couldn't defeat it even after throwing out three Command Seals." Xing Qingfu exposed his shortcomings without mercy.

"If you insist on bringing this up, let's settle the score for that furnace explosion."

Xing Qingyu raised his eyebrows and shrugged disdainfully: "What's wrong? My teacher fried it, and you want me to pay for it?"

Watching the two men arguing, Patricia felt the scene was absurd. As opponents, they were undoubtedly formidable opponents for her, yet their interactions were filled with a relaxed, overly relaxed, almost comical rapport.

In the gloomy and depressing room, Patricia lowered her head slightly, her expression a little tired, but her eyes revealed a trace of sadness that was hard to conceal.

"But I'm afraid I don't have much time left..." She sighed softly, thinking to herself. She, Ringo Kanzuki, and Souji Okita had taken such a risk returning to South America because her health was already in a critical condition.

The severity of Ringo's soul injury was far beyond Orange's imagination, and even Orange frowned at the severity of the injury. Although Aozaki Orange showed a rare bit of humanity because of the deposit paid in advance, she also generously gave a discount.

But in the end, they were still unable to pay the down payment for the doll, and they were still unable to afford the high cost. In the end, Aozaki Touko gave in and decided to use Kanzuki Ringo's original body as the material to make the doll. To a certain extent, this could be regarded as repairing her body.

——But the problem is that the magical riots caused by the algae symbiotically living on its body from time to time have become an obstacle at this moment. If Patricia can solve this problem, then the restoration of this body will be just around the corner.

"The algae on your body erupt from time to time, seemingly because they're not used to the current environment. Simply put, they're hungry, so they're sending you signals in this way," Aozaki Touko said after careful study. "But they're not used to your normal diet. Eventually, when they're starving to a certain point and have nothing left to eat, they'll start to choose the nutrients you consume."

"It's not so much that they reject this body, but rather that they are too picky about their choice of nutrients. No, it should be said that fortunately they are too picky—"

"—If they had adapted to this kind of nutrition from the beginning, this body would have been completely devoured long ago."

Because of this, Patricia and her companions decided to participate in the Holy Grail War, hoping to find resources that could "satisfy" the algae and calm them down. However, their defeat in the Holy Grail War put paid to all their efforts, forcing them to return to South America and attempt to find the special nutrients that could soothe the algae in their native land.

"Should we cooperate with them..." Patricia lowered her head in thought, her fingertips gently rubbing the mark on her palm, as if comforting herself. She knew the current situation didn't allow her to act arbitrarily. "If they don't care about my next move, letting me go would be the best outcome. But... it seems they're looking for something that comes from the same source as the nutrients I need..."

If the other party was an ordinary person, Patricia would certainly be willing to cooperate——

But the other party was a magician. She knew all too well that magicians tended to be secretive and aloof. When it came to mystery, they would resort to any means necessary to reduce the number of witnesses. Based on their usual disposition, they would most likely silence her to protect the mystery and minimize the number of witnesses. The situation before her was clearly beyond her control, so she could only passively accept the other party's arrangements.

"Ahem," Xing Qingqi cleared his throat, interrupting her thoughts with a few coughs. He glanced at Patricia thoughtfully, "Sorry, we got a little off topic just now." He continued, "You said you're a humanities scholar, but common sense suggests you should have come here to conduct research before the Sun Festival, right?"

Patricia lowered her eyes and nodded slowly, her tone tinged with resignation. "Yes, but because I'm also a magician, places rich in cultural history are often sacred places for other magicians. Entering without permission will naturally result in expulsion, or even death. So I usually send a letter to the local magician in advance to apply for permission."

"This time, I sent in my application in advance but received no response, so I didn't dare to act on my own. I waited until long after the Sun Festival ended before I couldn't wait to come over and see what was going on. After all, I have the impression that the magicians here are easy to talk to. I mentioned it once before and it was immediately approved."

She sighed softly, her expression filled with helplessness at her own contradictions. "I often hated my identity as a magician because of these constraints, but I never thought I could survive now thanks to my identity as a magician. It's really enough..."

"How about we be honest with each other?" Xing Qingqi interrupted Patricia's story. "Miss Patricia, you don't want to experience hypnosis magic again, do you?"

"If that's what you're saying, there's no reason for you to risk your life without getting a response," Xing Qingfu said calmly. "You're not saying you want to complete your academic research before your death, are you?"

He scoffed, picked up the research record, and said indifferently, "According to my investigation, your research direction in recent years has shifted to Japanese ghost stories and folklore. The humanities research in South America is just a small branch among your many articles—"

"--Therefore, there must be a reason why you came to South America, and this reason must be related to your physical condition."

"Just based on the existence of the information related to your research here, Xing Qingyu can make such a high level of inference—" Xing Qingyu's tone rose, his expression suddenly becoming arrogant. "What do you think, everyone?"

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Why do I suddenly feel that the protagonist and Kenneth have become funny while writing? Obviously, if you take any one of them out alone, they are still reliable and cool enough. Damn it.

This chapter is probably a transition, but it also contains some information. The above is. I am a new author with a new book. Please vote and give me feedback. Thank you!

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By the way, I recommend this book: "One Hundred Ways to Resist Bandoli's Adultery"

The introduction is as follows:

The famous philosopher Dutch van der Linde once said that people cannot go against their instincts, just as they cannot resist gravity.

It is true that instinct cannot be violated, but is gravity really impossible to resist?

Ushiromiya Katsuto, who was once a veteran of the C Group and the adopted son of the Hirasawa family, said.

"My childhood friend Kurata Mashiro asked me to help, Hello Happy World wanted to continue playing Makoto, Popipa kept saying I was their sixth member and asked me to go to their live show, and Sakuragaoka's after-school tea party also asked me to go to drink tea."

"I'm having fun supporting the musicians. The Ushiromiya Foundation, the Yamabuki Bakery, and the girls and assets of the Hirasawa family are waiting for me to inherit. As the first male student council president of Tsuki no Mori, I have a lot to do. I also have to form a new band with my niece, Yoju, who is a year older than me."

With so many things to do, I naturally can't take a break.

"Well, be well, everyone."

When Shengren turned his back to the others and prepared to leave.

A terrifying aura came from behind.

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Volume 28: Symbiosis: . Intellectuals

Dim light streamed in through the half-drawn curtains. The room was quiet and tidy. Although a little shabby, the furnishings didn't seem dark or damp at all. Patricia sat at the table. Although she wasn't restrained, she still felt quite constrained.

"Oh, so you came to South America a few years ago, encountered something, and nearly died," Xing Qingfeng nodded slightly as he listened to Patricia's statement. "In short, your body became pineapple-pineapple, right?"

"Well, if I hadn't been infected with this algae - or should I call it a symbiotic relationship, I'm afraid I would have died long ago." Patricia's eyes swept across her arms, staring at some inconspicuous green spots that appeared on the surface of her skin.

"I commissioned a puppeteer to heal this body. Since I couldn't afford to create a new puppet, I had to use my current body as raw material and attempt to repair it through puppetry," Patricia whispered, her voice slightly hoarse. Recalling the situation, she hesitated for a moment before adding, "But the problem is, these algae that were supporting me are now a hindrance. They cause magical riots from time to time. If I don't solve this problem, further treatment will be impossible..."

Xing Qingqi listened quietly, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he nodded with a hint of understanding. "So, this is why you returned to South America," he continued calmly, "Then why can't we try to remove the algae? For example, through dialysis?"

"It's almost impossible," Patricia shook her head slightly, her tone filled with helplessness and bitterness. "To put it in secular medical terms, almost all of my major tissues, except for my brain, are infected by algae. The blood-brain barrier is their last obstacle, and fortunately, that's why I'm able to retain consciousness."

"For a magician, changing a body shouldn't be that difficult, right? Let alone a head," Xing Qingqi raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so obsessed with this body?"

Patricia was speechless, her fingers slightly clenched in her sleeves, and there was a hint of embarrassment in the silence that was difficult to conceal.

Xing Qingyu showed no mercy, coldly pressing her to answer the questions step by step. In Patricia's eyes, Xing Qingyu barely gave it much thought. As soon as she answered the previous question, the other party immediately threw out the next question based on her answer.

——As for Patricia, the only thing she needs to hide is the existence of Mitsuki Ringo and Okita Souji, and all other information can be revealed.

She thought this would be an easy task.

"This body belongs to a Japanese person, right?" Xing Qingfeng noticed Patricia's lack of response and pressed her. "It doesn't seem to be your original body either. Why are you so obsessed with this one? Are its magic circuits quite high-quality? Or is there some reason you must have her?"

"Because..." Patricia's voice dropped, her eyes flickering uneasily, as if searching for the right words. However, no matter how hard she thought, she couldn't seem to find a convincing explanation.

She even had the illusion that Xing Qingqi was deliberately using these questions to get closer to the truth she had concealed. This sense of oppression made her a little afraid. She was afraid to answer, but also afraid that if she stopped answering, he would become impatient and use hypnosis to directly dig out the truth she had concealed.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Patricia swallowed silently, almost feeling the cold sweat on her back. She took a deep breath, trying her best to hide her uneasiness.

"Because your soul is no longer able to support a change of body, right?" Xing Qingyu suddenly gave her a reason, leaving her stunned. "Kenneth's hypnosis magic on you was much more effective than he imagined. It seems that it was because there was something wrong with your soul. Is that why you can't change bodies?"

"..."

Patricia opened her mouth, as if about to say something in reply, but ultimately chose to remain silent. Her eyes flickered and then dropped slightly.

"You don't have to answer. If you have something to hide, just say it." Xing Qingyu suddenly looked away and waved his hand, his tone casual and nonchalant, "I'm not the kind of person who insists on you revealing all your private affairs—"

"—Actually, I'd really like to form a partnership with you," he continued, his voice slowly drifting through the air. "But, well, magi are inherently difficult to trust. Please understand."

"Okay, okay..." Patricia breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but Xing Qingjiu's next question immediately caught up with her -

"--Can you tell me what you saw at that time?" Xing Qingyu suddenly leaned forward, staring intently into her eyes, observing Patricia's reaction. "Of course, it's definitely impossible for you to recall all the key points of something like this. If you need more time, can we talk about this tomorrow?"

"That……"

"You can leave now," Xing Qingyu pointed at the door, "but please don't leave here. Out of respect for you, we allow you to walk around here freely-"

"——But please respect us. Don't do useless things. Now, please go and rest."

Patricia stood up hastily, turned slightly, and nodded stiffly to Xing Qingqi and the silent Kenneth beside her. Then, she hurried away, her steps hurried, as if she couldn't wait to escape this suffocating room.

In the room, the dim light outlined the figures of Xing Qingqi and Kenneth. After Patricia left, the room regained a certain quiet atmosphere.

"I didn't expect you to have this side of me." Kenneth suddenly spoke up, his words lamenting a long-awaited reunion. "No...it's better to say, I haven't seen this side of you in a long time."

Xing Qingqi looked at him strangely, with a hint of confusion in his eyes: "What do you mean by this side and that side?"

"They always like to find loopholes in other people's words. If they control the conversation, they will keep digging," Kenneth sighed, "until the other person is speechless and reveals something they don't want to reveal."

"Huh? That's embarrassing," Xing Qingfeng chuckled upon hearing this, "I just think this is more efficient."

He turned slightly, leaned against the table, and continued, "As for the first two, one refused to cooperate, and the other gave up some limited information after a little intimidation. There's really no point wasting time on them." He paused, "But this magician is different. She's willing to cooperate and knows a lot. It might even be directly related to what we're investigating. We might be able to reach some kind of consensus later, so there's no need to cause a rift."

"Then how credible do you think what she said is?" Kenneth asked with a hint of curiosity in his tone.

"She's just playing tricks by mixing truth with lies." Xing Qingqi yawned nonchalantly, his tone confident and calm. "Most of the information she uttered is credible to a certain extent. Logically, they can at least support each other and are consistent with the information I have on hand—"

"--But she's deliberately hiding something, right?" Kenneth continued.

Xing Qingqi nodded and continued, "I don't care what she's hiding. For now, as long as we don't expose her concealment, she might reveal more useful information. To cover up something, you have to weave enough excuses and reasons, and these reasons must be based on some truth in order for people to believe it—"

"—and in this process, loopholes will inevitably be exposed." He paused, then continued, "In order to cover these loopholes, she will be forced to use more truths... to fill these gaps. As long as she doesn't refuse to communicate, even if she deliberately conceals information, I can obtain much more information than through direct interrogation."

"So, you mean that what she said is basically credible?" Kenneth narrowed his eyes slightly and asked thoughtfully.

"Not entirely." Xing Qingqiu stretched and said slowly, "The reasons she wove do seem to be linked together, but the very beginning of the entire chain of logic is problematic."

"What do you mean?"

Xing Qingqiu fixed his gaze on the information in his hand and analyzed calmly, "According to her, she couldn't change bodies because of an algae infection in her body. This means that she had changed bodies before the 'accident.' If so, she concealed the reason for the change."

The documents in his hand shimmered slightly under the light. He held up a photo with a playful smile, "If we assume she changed bodies after the accident, why would she choose a body infected with algae? Why would she persist in doing so even though she knew it was dying?"

Xing Qingqiu tapped the edge of the photo with his fingers and paused for a moment before continuing, "Actually, verifying this is easy. All we have to do is investigate the scholarly records of 'Patricia' and find out when she stopped showing her original appearance."

The photo shows a blonde girl with a delicate face like a doll. She seems to have no trace of worldly life and carries an indescribable fragility and strangeness.

"When the logical chain she constructed finally became self-consistent, it would mean that the information available had reached its limit. Only then would this logical chain have sufficient value to be disproven."

"Before that," Kenneth interrupted Xing Qingjiu, "would you like to consider tightening the corners of your mouth? I think the way you look damages my image standing with you."

"Ah? Did I laugh?" Xing Qingyu touched the corner of his mouth belatedly.

"I thought you did it on purpose to scare them," Kenneth said. "You didn't even notice?"

"Well... maybe it's because..." Xing Qingyu suddenly remembered the feeling when he interpreted the letter left by Schrödinger on the plane half a year ago. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the feeling at this moment was very similar to the feeling at that time.

"...Maybe it's because I like the process of unraveling the truth."