Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

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Patricia rushed out of the house in a panic, her heart still gripped by a lingering fear. The air outside was cool and crisp. She greedily took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. At the same time, she was also thinking about how to tell Souji and Ringo that she was safe, and if possible, how to get them to leave her alone and leave the place first. As she was contemplating her next move, a familiar voice suddenly reached her ears.

It was the gentle hissing of a pressure relief valve—a sound she knew all too well. It was a sound Ringo often heard in her lab when she was still able to function. Her curiosity piqued, and her gaze involuntarily darted toward the source. However, peeping into another's research was taboo among magicians. Patricia hesitated for a moment, then decided to retreat to the courtyard to reflect.

But just as she took a step forward, the door suddenly opened.

"Mr. Xing, today's experiment is complete!" Weber's voice came from behind the door, full of the enthusiasm of someone finally released from prison after a long time. He pushed a wheelchair and leaned out of the room, holding a notebook in his hand. "Would you like to take a look?"

Before Patricia could react, steady footsteps sounded in the corridor, and Xing Qingqiu's figure emerged from the shadows. He quickly stepped forward, took the notebook from Weber, and quickly flipped through the records.

"Any new discoveries?" Xing Qingwu asked without hesitation.

Weber frowned and scratched his head. "Uh, no. I tried adjusting the magic output, reaction time, and so on. I tried every variable as much as possible. I even ran each set of data three times." He spread his hands helplessly and said, "The results are all the same—"

"—there's only a pile of carbon black in the furnace."

"Hmm...it would be nice if we could make this furnace transparent. Ordinary reactors need to be installed with magic injection devices, and the production process is too complicated. We'll have to wait for a while." Xing Qingfu shook his head slightly disappointed, returned the notebook to Weber, and sighed.

As he turned around, his eyes met Patricia, who was standing not far away, watching the interaction between him and Weber intently.

"Why?" Xing Qingyu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked calmly, "Are you interested in these?"

Patricia was speechless for a moment. She smiled uncomfortably and lowered her eyes, as if to hide her curiosity. "No, how should I put it..." She paused, the corners of her mouth trembling slightly. "It just feels a little different from an ordinary magician's workshop."

"I'm considered an alchemist, I guess. According to the Magic Association's classification, I probably belong to the Atlas Academy group." Xing Qingqi chuckled and continued to explain, "Ha, but to be honest, I've never been to the Atlas Academy."

"Oh oh..." After listening to this, Patricia nodded thoughtfully, her thoughts seemed to fly to some distant place.

Xing Qingyu didn't seem to mind her like this. He returned his gaze to the experimental equipment in front of him and continued, "Anyway, I'm researching that thing that gave you an inexplicable appetite." He paused, without any of the oppressive feeling he had just had in the room. His temperament was almost completely different. "If you have any clues you can provide, it would be great if you could tell me tomorrow—"

"—There's no point in hiding too much. We're not so despicable as to use you and then kill you to silence you," Xing Qingfeng said pointedly. "If I did something like that, not only would Kenneth laugh at me for being a crude country bumpkin, but my teacher would probably be disappointed if he knew."

"After all, I am an intellectual."

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In fact, the interrogation in this chapter is, to a certain extent, a more proactive expression of the protagonist's subconscious argument and exploration of loopholes in the first volume. If we have to talk about the plot, the most aggressive interrogation was probably when the protagonist declared in the hotel where Kenneth was staying that he would use missiles to crack the workshop.

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Volume 29: Symbiotic Relationships: . The essence of magic marrow fluid is boiled water in a pressure cooker

Kanzuki Ringo and Okita Souji were almost exhausted these days in their search for Patricia.

Patricia had been out of touch for several days, and she hadn't taken the initiative to contact Ringo or Souji. Ringo Mizuki was also smart enough not to rashly contact them.

She had a vague feeling that there must be a reason behind Patricia's silence. Perhaps she was acting in secret. If she contacted her rashly, it might disrupt Patricia's plans. If she had already... Guanyue Ringo bit her lip slightly, shook her head, and dispelled the shadow in her heart.

However, Ringo and Souji wouldn't sit still and wait for death. After several inquiries, Okita Souji even quietly infiltrated the magic workshop Patricia had visited. The walls were covered in charred marks, and the air still smelled faintly of smoke. The entire room was in a state of disarray, as if it had just been through a conflict. However, the room was empty, with only traces of rummaging through cabinets, seemingly fresh. There were no other signs of fighting, which sent a chill down Souji's spine. Had Patricia met with misfortune elsewhere, or had the brief skirmish here given the other side an instant advantage?

Souji Okita could only pray that Patricia was on the stronger side.

Meanwhile, night fell, blanketing Cusco in a warm, yellow glow, stars scattered across the deep night sky. Lingling stood by the window, her slender fingers unconsciously twirling her golden hair. Her gaze pierced the glass, resting on the bustling street scene beyond. She gazed silently into the night, her eyes filled with thought and worry. Just then, the door gently opened, and Okita Souji hurried in.

"Did you gain anything?" Guanyue Ringo turned around upon hearing the voice and immediately asked with a hint of urgency in his tone.

Okita Souji shook his head, a trace of worry between his brows. "We only found traces of an explosion at a local magician's workshop, but no other signs of fighting. I'm not sure if the explosion was caused by a conflict between Miss Patricia and a local magician..."

Guanyue Ringo frowned slightly, a thoughtful glint in her eyes. "Probably not. Patty's magic is more focused on the influence of spirit and concept. Local magicians shouldn't use such magic. Could it be that there is a third party involved..."

Although Kanzuki Ringo's reasoning process was completely wrong, the final result was inexplicably connected.

"What should we do next?" Okita Souji thought for a moment and asked, "Should we pick a direction and look for it first?"

"I've roughly located several magician bases nearby," Guanyue Ringo pondered for a moment, pointing to several circled areas on the map. "After all, the conflict occurred in the workshops of local magicians, so we should start our search there."

"Huh?" Souji was slightly surprised and looked up at her, "When did you..."

"In the past." Guanyue Ringo chuckled, a sly look in her eyes. "After all, I'm not as honest and rule-abiding as Patty. I don't need to apply for permission to enter the land of the owner of the spiritual land."

"If you come here to steal, of course you have to find out the general range of the local owner's activities first."

"Thief..." Okita Souji repeated with a helpless smile.

"Yes, in my early years, I was tracking down the cochineal insects of South America, studying their distribution and mysterious properties." Ringo pulled a hand-drawn map from her backpack and sketched it with her finger as she recalled the past. "Although these little insects were once mysteriously sealed away, the pigments they made still hold occult value. I've put a lot of effort into tracking them down."

She pointed to a shaded area on the map. "Back then, we discovered something even more bizarre deep in the Peruvian Amazon... and it's these things that have brought us to this point. What bad luck!"

She handed over the map, motioning for Souji to examine it. "These areas are all in the suburbs, far from the city. When I was exploring the distribution of cochineal insects, I also took the opportunity to investigate nearby magician strongholds. You can start by exploring these areas, and also check the safety of the route we took into the rainforest..."

Before Guanyue Ringo finished speaking, her eyes suddenly relaxed, and she slowly slumped back in her chair, her head drooping slightly, her breathing becoming more even. Seeing this, Okita Souji was taken aback, then immediately slowed down his movements, sighing softly, "You can't hold on anymore..."

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Inside the makeshift workshop, sunlight streamed in from the high windows, creating dappled shadows and shimmering the various instruments on the laboratory table. The sunlight filtered through the transparent glassware, refracting them in a delicate rainbow of colors. Modern chemical instruments were displayed on the long countertop, alongside stacks of more ancient alchemical instruments: copper crucibles and hand-blown glass bottles. This eclectic mix of styles gave the room a rather eerie feel.

The air was filled with the scent of herbs and metal, with a slightly spicy, burnt aroma. Above the fire, a jar of crimson liquid gently tumbled, bubbles expanding and bursting on the surface, splashing tiny droplets and emitting a slightly sour and astringent aroma. Xing Qingyu stood at the lab table, staring intently at the crimson liquid, his eyes filled with confusion.

He always felt like the current film set was like some ring-shaped grandpa instructing him on some magical foundation-building elixir. He absentmindedly stirred the liquid in the pot, constantly wary of the information he provided to the spirit. The Mexican magician, whose soul had been separated, always made him wary, unwilling to give him even a shred of trust. And after forcibly separating his body from his soul, it was relatively easier to keep an eye on him.

——If he could escape from the hands of a discoverer of the intrinsic form of spirits and a director of the psychic summoning department in his spiritual body, then Xing Qingjiu and Kenneth would really have nothing to say. He would just spend the rest of his life in South America and would not be ashamed to go back to the Clock Tower to see anyone.

But the dance ended quickly, and Xing Qingyu suddenly felt like he was on the set of Breaking Bad.

"Wait, why do you need to add more coffee here?" Xing Qingwu suddenly stopped and turned to look at the spirit, his tone full of confusion.

"Well, because the injection of spinal fluid used to be accompanied by intense pain," the magician's spirit slowly explained, "and aren't magic circuits considered to be like nerves in modern magic? When the elixir takes effect, it hurts and itches. I don't know how my ancestors endured this kind of pain—"

"—I couldn't stand it anyway," the magician said, "so I added a lot of painkillers and nerve paralysis drugs to relieve the pain."

“……?”

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't add these," the magician said, "that would be closer to the original formula. You can also leave out the diazepam, and remove the cocoa leaves and kiwi fruit from the herbs."

"Are you sure the formula you gave is the so-called 'magic marrow fluid'?" Xing Qingqiu threw two bunches of herbs from the herbal basket beside him, "and not some concentrated hallucinogen or addictive drug?"

"Even so, subsequent use of the pseudo-magic circuits formed by the 'Magic Marrow Fluid' will cause extreme pain," the magus said. "As my resistance to painkillers grows, I'll eventually have to resort to other methods to relieve the pain."

Xing Qingfeng shook his head noncommittally, poured the scarlet paste into the crucible, added copper shavings, realgar, and sulfur, and as the fire heated it, the liquid gradually thickened. He stirred it, secretly complaining in his heart, feeling more and more like he was on the set of Breaking Bad—

Then, he suddenly felt like he might actually be on the set of some cooking competition, because what followed was even more confusing. Following the spirit's guidance, he chopped the herbs and applied them to the Einzbern-provided component... the heart, I mean. He then heated it with mana, activating its inherent magic power, and then added it to the boiling paste. Fine bubbles immediately formed in the liquid, and the heart bobbed within.

"Is this all right?" Xing Qing looked at the scar on his heart floating in the paste, turned around and asked the magician.

"Yes, seal it and simmer for about five to a week. Keep infusing it with magic during this time. Never stop," the magician's spirit replied. "Gas may be generated during this time, so the container must be strong enough, otherwise it may explode."

"Isn't this just... boiling water in a pressure cooker?" Xing Qingfu complained to himself. He placed the sealed container steadily on the fire and adjusted the heat to ensure that the container could remain at a constant temperature for a week.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door. It slowly opened, and a figure silently entered—it was Kenneth. With his hands in his pockets, he seemed to be taking a stab at the makeshift workshop. He scanned the surroundings, his gaze finally settling on the sealed container.

"How's the progress?" He nodded slightly and asked calmly, "Are the replacements provided by the Einzbern family effective?"

"It's going pretty well." Xing Qing pointed at the container on the fire. "If nothing goes wrong, we'll have the finished product in three days. Then we can just test it again."

Kenneth nodded and flipped open the notebook in his hand, revealing the experimental results recorded by Weber in prison over the past few days. He handed the notebook to Xing Qingyu, who took it and quickly scanned it. The place where the results were recorded was densely written with the same word -

——Carbon black.

At this moment, Xing Qingwu's facial expression was as black as carbon black.

"Is that magician still cooperating?" Kayneth's gaze fell on the magician's spirit floating nearby. "That old man is still stubborn. The little information I managed to pry out only revealed that his workshop isn't in the city or on a spiritual vein."

"Not bad, they're cooperating." Xing Qingqiu raised his eyelids nonchalantly and looked at the magician's spirit standing beside him in deep thought for a moment. "Can you find other workshops?"

Kenneth stood beside him, frowning slightly, and pondered, "If we expand the scope outside the city, it will be a bit troublesome. I originally planned to try to find those paths that people have walked on, maybe there will be some clues -"

"—But that old fellow is very cunning. I'm afraid he won't leave any traces."

Just as the two of them were thinking about their own things, the spirit beside them hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but finally fell silent.

"Let's hurry up," Xing Qingfeng sighed. "Although I don't have much hope, the sooner we find the place, the sooner we can rescue the people—"

"--What's wrong?" He turned and looked at the spirit who was hesitant to speak.

The magician's spirit was stunned for a moment when he heard Xing Qingjiu's question. After a long while, he slowly spoke, as if struggling for the right words: "No, uh, I just... want to ask what you just said 'saving people' means?"

"That old man, Isidro," Xing Qingfu said calmly, "I think there's a chance the tourists he captured can still be rescued."

"Is that so... Haha, you really are different from other magicians. You're such a... nice person."

"Is there any problem?" Xing Qingfu raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the spirit calmly.

"No, nothing..." The spirit lowered its head, "Just... a little curious."

Xing Qingqiu and Kenneth exchanged a knowing glance. Xing Qingqiu raised his chin slightly, and Kenneth understood. He raised his hand and gently snapped his fingers at the spirit. As the snap echoed in the air, the spirit's expression suddenly became dull, as if shrouded in a mist.

Xing Qingyu looked at the spirit's gradually relaxing expression and sighed, "Hypnotic magic is really useful. Why can't I learn it? It was clearly my original intention to learn hypnotic magic."

"Given your aversion to trouble, if you were to learn hypnosis," Kenneth complained, "the only possible consequence would be that you'd refuse to communicate with any strangers and would hypnotize them whenever they met, right?"

"Natural language communication is inherently troublesome, not to mention the myriad of possibilities that might lead someone to lie or mince words," Xing Qingqi said with a curled lip. "I'm just considering efficiency. If there's no need to establish a long-term, stable relationship with the other person, wouldn't hypnosis or truth-telling be the best solution?"

"Alright, alright, let's get down to business first," Kenneth shook his head helplessly, motioning him to continue asking questions.

"Okay, what were you trying to hide just now?" Xing Qingyu turned around and asked the magician's spirit.

The magician's spirit's gaze briefly wandered, as if he was barely resisting the effects of hypnosis. But soon, a hint of struggle appeared on his face, and he spoke haltingly, "Isidro's workshop is located... I might... roughly know where it's located... He often asked me to personally deliver the processed bodies to the mountain road northeast of Cusco. Going down that road, you'll reach an open space..."

"Are you sure you don't know the exact location of his workshop?"

The spirit shook its head stiffly, its voice weak and timid, "No... I don't know... He wouldn't allow me to stay in that open space for too long. Every time I had to drive the car with the body there, then get in another car he had prepared and return... I couldn't stay..."

"North of Cusco, all the way down the mountain?" Kenneth murmured thoughtfully, stroking his chin as his mind searched for memories. "Going that way... it should be the Amazon-Andean transition zone, close to the edge of the Amazon Basin."

"Let's get ready to go now," Xing Qingfeng said, "the sooner the better."

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Volume 30: Endosymbiosis: .ORT

Night gradually fell, and the deep blue sky, like ink, splattered across the hills of Cusco. In the distance, tiny lights flickered faintly at the edge of the horizon, outlining the city's outline. The car left the city and gradually climbed up the winding, steep mountain road. The headlights barely illuminated the short, uneven stretch of road ahead. The wheels rustled softly over the gravel, and the shadows of the surrounding trees shifted in the light of the headlights, swaying against the car window.

The air was filled with a faint dampness, mingled with the unique jungle scent of earth and dead leaves. Occasionally, a night breeze blew through, rustling the trees. Kenneth gripped the steering wheel, leaning slightly forward, intently watching the undulations of the mountain road. He kept his hands steady, controlling the direction, and lightly pressed the accelerator.

Inside the car, Xing Qingjiu leaned back in the passenger seat, his gaze shifting. Sometimes he peered out the window at the distant, deep mountain ranges, and sometimes he lowered his head to open his jacket pocket, pulled out a small wine flask, shook it gently, and brought it to his lips, taking a sip. His eyes frequently flicked to the rearview mirror, examining the road behind him.

"Just around the corner, we'll see the open space." The Mexican magician's spirit suddenly spoke from the back seat, its voice low and tinged with unease. Its outline was vague, sometimes clear as a physical object, sometimes so faint it was almost invisible, as if his thoughts were affecting his manifestation.

Kenneth nodded slightly, maintaining his focus, his eyes fixed on the approaching sharp bend. He slowly turned the steering wheel to the left, and the car drifted along the curve, swaying slightly, but quickly stabilizing. Then, his vision suddenly opened up. Instead of dense forest, he saw a vast expanse of wasteland. The cold moonlight shone across the clearing, highlighting the potholes and ridges in the ground. This place was untended, with scattered weeds, a desolate and barren landscape.

Kenneth slowly parked the car at the edge of the clearing and turned off the engine. For a moment, silence enveloped them like a veil of night, the air broken only by the occasional chirping of insects. The night breeze blew, bringing a chilly, damp air that made them shiver.

The two men got out of the car and stood in the middle of the clearing, looking up. Ahead lay an endless expanse of mountains, overlapping and stretching toward the horizon. Their outlines loomed dark in the night, like some gigantic, indifferent creature. Beyond the mountains, a hazy mist shone faintly; it was the edge of the Amazon Basin.

Xing Qingyu closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath. The air was mixed with the damp smell of plants and a hint of rotten soil.

Xing Qingyu stood in the center of the clearing, silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the desolate landscape. Night fell all around, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and a hint of decay. He slowly surveyed the surrounding terrain, frowning slightly. He whispered, "Honestly, a normal magus wouldn't choose this place as their base." His tone was tinged with doubt and puzzlement, his gaze passing over the trees and mountains as he continued, "The spiritual vein in this area winds its way completely along the mountain's slope. Following the northeast direction will only lead us further away from the spiritual vein."

"If you really want to hide your whereabouts, you can just find a cave. There's no need to bother building a workshop in such a disadvantageous location."

"If he built the workshop here, there must be another reason..." Before Xing Qingqi's voice had completely faded, Kenneth took over the conversation, looked up at the Amazon Basin in the distance, and murmured softly, "Amazon Basin...hiss, could it be..."

Hearing this, Xing Qingyu looked at him doubtfully, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes: "What's wrong? What's not going on?"

Kenneth was silent for a moment, seemingly contemplating his words. Then, his expression grew solemn, and a hint of fear lingered in his low voice. "The Amazon rainforest in South America is, to some extent, considered a forbidden place for the magic world." He paused, looking at Xing Qingjiu. "Deep within that dense forest, legend has it that there exists a creature called the ORT. To ordinary magicians, it may be just a legend, but among those ancient magic families with a long tradition, it is considered a terrifying existence that cannot be touched—"

"--Legend has it that before the Common Era, an alien creature descended upon South America. Anyone who approached would be instantly killed. No magus who had entered its territory had ever returned alive." Kayneth paused, gazing at the pitch-black Amazon Basin not far away. "I don't know whether it was because he saw it as a danger that could not be ignored, or whether it was purely out of academic interest, but in the sixteenth century, a Grand Master, a fully prepared Grand Master, entered South America with six other Color Masters—"

"—That was the modern era, after the Age of Gods retreated. Many of the ruins had long since lost their original threat due to the departure of the gods. Even though modern magi are far inferior to those of the Age of Gods, one Crown Rank and six Color Ranks should be able to escape unscathed. It was for this reason that the mage community at the time didn't believe anything would become of concern."

"In fact, I heard the expedition camp built in the jungle was also filled with a festive atmosphere. Rather than being an expedition base, it was more like an outpost established to promptly divide up the profits discovered from the ruins. Everyone believed they would return with a bountiful harvest, and the magicians at the time were even optimistic that the Clock Tower would obtain a treasure trove comparable to the Spirit Tomb of Albion," Kayneth sighed. "It was precisely because of this that the Clock Tower at the time kept a close eye on this exploration. Many families were already preparing to establish a second Clock Tower in South America. The de Valdés family was probably one of the first to make the bet, having already prepared plans for colonization in South America."

"But all these plans were completely shattered with their demise." Kayneth paused, his eyes complex, and finally sighed again: "In the end, only one person returned alive from the expedition." He paused slightly, "That was one of the twelve monarchs at the time, Astraea."

"When Asteya returned, he left only one sentence," Kenneth said, his tone slow and heavy, his gaze deep into the distance. "He said: 'We cannot touch that yet. No life on Earth in this cycle can reach it. Wait for the next era. Entrust your hope to life like us, who have undergone a new evolution after extinction.'"

"After saying this, he turned into crystal in front of everyone..."

Kenneth stood there, his eyes narrowed, muttering the word again and again: "Turned into crystal... crystal..." His voice was low, and after a moment, he frowned and continued in a low voice, "No way?"

"Xing, are you sure that the crystal is organic?" Kenneth suddenly raised his head and asked.

"You mean, that crystal is related to this ORT?" Xing Qingyu quickly understood what Kenneth was thinking.

"Not necessarily, but... I find it hard not to think so." Kenneth clenched his fists, a hint of unease in his eyes. He shook his head, as if trying to deny his suspicions, but he couldn't hide his inner fear. "If it really is related to ORT—"

He suddenly paused, his eyes darkening as he suppressed his anger. He took a deep breath and growled with gritted teeth, "--the country bumpkins here don't know what they're doing, damn it..." He clenched his fists in anger, his knuckles cracking slightly. "'As long as the planet doesn't cry out, ORT won't wake up. It's hibernating comfortably underground in South America. So don't attack it. Once it makes a move, the human sphere of this planet will be lost.' This is the assertion made by the dean of the Clock Tower himself. Because of this, South America is considered an absolute forbidden area in the magic world, and no one can touch it casually-"