Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

So, Lanis decisively launched the "necessary investigation." She flipped through the schedules of the Clock Tower's core members, which was as easy as pie in the sky for her. First, Kenneth—her high-minded and superior brother—had been so absorbed in worldly affairs lately, his schedule filled with entries about "asset integration" and "technology companies" that he had no intention of even returning to the Clock Tower.

To be honest, this is an intolerable betrayal for the magician.

But Kenneth is Lord, so this completely abnormal behavior in the eyes of the magician is inexplicably understandable. After all, magicians themselves are abnormal, and this is just an abnormality among abnormalities.

Then there was Xing Qingfu. Honestly, if Weber needed help from anyone else, he would probably be more inclined to ask Xing Qingfu for help than his elder brother. And this time was no different. If it was a somewhat dangerous private matter, Weber, knowing his own strength, would undoubtedly find a way to get Xing Qingfu to accompany him or even have him do it for him.

——But Lanis also took a special look at Xing Qingqiu's schedule. It was clearly written on it that when Weber went to handle personal matters, Xing Qingqiu would go to South America to handle some matters.

Since Xing Qingjiu was not there, this so-called "private business" could not be dangerous. Moreover, it was a rare solo trip for Weber.

The night outside the window deepened, the starlight obscured by the lights surrounding the clock tower. A hazy moonlight streamed down from the clouds, casting a soft silver edge on the study window frame. Lanis stood before the window, her fingertips gently caressing the windowsill, her blue eyes gleaming with a light somewhere between anticipation and cunning.

Finally, it's important to emphasize that the girl simply wanted to exploit Waver's weaknesses. This man is a rare talent, yet he reveals very little about his private life, making him quite difficult to deal with. Since he's a favorite pet, the more collars around his neck, the better.

It's a pity that Lanis was never able to put a real collar around Weber's neck. It would be great if she could expose his weaknesses during this journey and use them as a handle. It would be even better if she could bully him at the same time.

The air in the study gradually calmed, the only sound being the gentle rustle of her packing. The light from the crystal chandelier cast a shadow on her profile, a young woman's pure joy. However, if anyone could peer into her heart at that moment, they would detect the little devil lurking behind that smile.

"Since you're such a pet, please let me wear the collar. Otherwise, it'll be a real headache if it runs away..." Lanis murmured softly, putting the last piece of clothing into the suitcase and looking out the window at the deepening night. "I hope tomorrow's trip won't disappoint me."

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Laness's expression was a little stiff, and she managed a composed smile, but it felt mechanical. The atmosphere in the box was unsettlingly subtle, especially the faint scent of alcohol that lingered in the air. It wasn't the usual stench of alcoholics, but rather a pure, inexplicable aroma from a blend of different liquors.

Sitting across from her was none other than Weber, the man she had been thinking about so much. But at this moment, Lanis's gaze passed over him and fell on the other person sitting by the window.

Xing Qingjiu lazily leaned back in his seat, holding an exquisitely shaped glass. The golden liquid in the glass swayed, reflecting the sunlight outside the car window. He gazed out at the fields and hills passing by with a carefree gaze. Several empty bottles lay on the seat at his feet; it was clear he'd had quite a few to drink.

Laness was all too familiar with the familiar smell of alcohol. She had smelled it countless times before; after all, the source of the odor often appeared in her elder brother's office.

Whenever it appears, it usually means one thing: The other party is definitely very free now -

——Because Xing Qingjiu would not drink alcohol while conducting serious research, studying or teaching.

The scenery outside the window changed rapidly. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow on everyone's face. But this warmth didn't melt the doubts and dissatisfaction in Lanis's heart. She remained silent for a long time with a sullen face, and finally couldn't help but speak:

"Dr. Xing Qingqiu...shouldn't you be in South America right now...?"

Her voice was soft but with a hint of forced calmness, trying to hide the complex emotions in her heart.

"Hmm?" Xing Qingyu turned around, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "Oh, I changed my mind."

His answer was lighthearted, as casual as if he were discussing the weather. He took a sip of his wine and added, "Because my intuition tells me that something interesting is going to happen with Wilson."

"Did Weber invite you to join him?" Lanis tried to maintain a kind smile, although her expression was a little stiff.

"Ah, no." Xing Qingwu looked down at the wine in the glass, as if thinking for a moment, and then said lazily, "I asked for it myself."

"Is that so... ahahaha..." Lanis laughed dryly twice and turned her head away stiffly.

Waver sat between the two of them, seemingly oblivious to all this, his head lowered as he intently flipped through a thick manual.

The atmosphere in the compartment grew increasingly strange, only the rhythmic roar of the train and the scenery outside the window slightly diluting the awkwardness. Xing Qingjiu seemed completely oblivious to the change in Lanise's expression. He poured himself a new glass of wine, admiring the sunlight reflecting off it through the glass, a carefree smile on his face.

"Oh right," Xing Qingyu suddenly patted his forehead as if a flash of inspiration had occurred to him, a look of sudden enlightenment appearing on his face, "Come to think of it, my title has become Doctor—"

"-Hey, Weber, why do you still keep calling him Mr.?" Xing Qingyu raised the corner of his mouth and turned the topic directly to Weber.

Waver, who was pretending to be reading seriously, was obviously startled by being called out.

"Ah... uh..." Weber hesitated for a moment before answering, "I'm just used to it."

Xing Qingwu raised his eyebrows slightly and gently shook the wine glass in his hand. The golden liquid rippled in the glass, reflecting the sunlight outside the window.

"But speaking of which," Xing Qingqi changed the subject and glanced at Weber again, "You haven't told Lanise the real purpose of your journey yet, right?"

"Huh? Um..." Waver was obviously not expecting the topic to suddenly turn to himself. He was stunned for a moment, thinking for a moment before nodding, "Indeed not."

"Actually, it's just to gain support for the Holy Grail War." Waver's tone was a little reserved, but as the topic unfolded, his expression gradually became serious.

"We're going to Blackmore Cemetery," he continued, his tone steady but with a hint of anticipation. "We're going to borrow a gravekeeper from them."

"Gravekeeper? Why gravekeeper?" Lanise asked curiously.

Waver pursed his lips, as if to organize his words, and then slowly said, "Because the Servants of the Holy Grail War, after all, have one thing in common—"

"—Even if they materialize, their essence is still spirits, relying on magic to temporarily gain physical form. And since they are spirits, there must be experts who specialize in dealing with spirits."

Lanis nodded thoughtfully. "I see. So you want to borrow the gravekeeper because..."

"I would like to ask Blackmore's gravekeeper," Weber paused and looked up at Lanis, "If possible, Belsac Blackmore to be my collaborator and accompany me to the Holy Grail War."

Hearing this, Lanis leaned forward slightly, supporting her chin with her hands, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "This is not the work of a traditional magician; this is more like..."

"...That's what a magician thinks, isn't it?" Waver gave a wry smile and sighed softly, "According to the normal methods, it would be difficult for me to compete with other magicians. Besides, even Professor Kenneth failed to win the last Holy Grail War—"

"--No matter how hard I try, I can never surpass him as a magician."

Waver said this, and glanced around at the two people in the box. His gaze paused for a moment on Xing Qingfu, and then he added with a bit of resignation, "What's more, how many so-called 'authentic magicians' are left here now?"

"That makes sense," Lanis said, nodding slightly and nonchalantly, her slender fingers casually twirling the ends of her hair. As soon as she finished speaking, as if worried that the topic was over, she quickly posed a new question.

"Are you planning to exorcise the Servant as an evil spirit or demon?" She leaned forward slightly, moving closer and closer until she could almost feel Waver's presence.

Waver shrank back uncomfortably, as if somewhat flustered by the approach.

"It's just like how humans are biological beings, we just look at it from a broader perspective," he said sullenly. He paused, then glanced quickly at Xing Qingjiu, who was sitting next to him, as if he had found a lifeline. "Mr. Xing's research has already proven this, right?"

The topic was suddenly brought up. Xing Qingjiu was lazily leaning back in his chair, the wine glass in his hand gently twirling between his fingertips. Hearing his own name, he raised an eyebrow and showed an expression of belated realization:

"Ah? What topic?" Xing Qingyu took a sip of his wine nonchalantly, his expression somewhat distracted and indifferent. "Why are we talking about this during a travel chat?"

When Weber heard this, his expression suddenly became even more bewildered. He seemed to have completely unexpected Xing Qingjiu's "dropping the ball" like this, and hurriedly explained, "Well... I have to explain my purpose to Lanise..."

He glanced at Lanis awkwardly and added hastily, "And for magicians, these topics are also great topics for conversation during travel."

Upon hearing this, Xing Qingqi glanced at Weber with a half-smile, raised his hand to pick up the wine glass, seemed to be in deep thought for a moment, and then raised his eyebrows seriously: "You actually call my precious research topic a topic of conversation, Weber, you really lack a rigorous attitude towards academics--"

Weber almost choked when he heard this. He scratched his hair hard, his eyes filled with silent pleading, "Please don't make things worse."

"—But let me explain." Seeing this, Xing Qingjiu finally decided to lend his brother a hand. He coughed lightly, set down his glass, and finally took up the topic. He straightened his body slightly, and his tone became more serious: "Whether it's a Servant, a demon, or any other spiritual being, its essence is nothing more than a special magical field, coupled with specific information as a medium, or in other words, a structure coupled with the soul."

"The Servants' behavior is even more unique." Xing Qingqi paused and continued, "They possess a pseudo-flesh body composed of ether above this structure."

"The existence of this physical body allows them to more easily interfere with the real world, while also not being overly restricted by the spiritual field—" He paused here, turning his gaze to Weber. "Or it can be understood this way: the spiritual field that maintains their existence is actually compressed within a pseudo-physical body composed of ether, and its core is the spiritual core."

Waver listened intently and nodded slightly.

"So, if the pseudo-flesh is damaged deeply enough, even if the spirit core isn't destroyed directly, it can be completely rendered incapable of movement." Xing Qingqi continued, "Of course, a more direct approach is to destroy the spirit core. Under normal circumstances, this is undoubtedly the simplest and most effective method. After all, once the spirit core is destroyed, the stability of the spirit field will completely collapse - and this is also very difficult to repair."

"Since the opponent is a spirit, then we should use methods suitable for spirits," Waver took over, his tone full of natural confidence. He raised his head and glanced out the window, as if to organize his thoughts. He continued, "Although whether Blackmore Gravekeeper's ability will work on a Servant is still unknown."

Inside the carriage, sunlight filtered through the glass, casting dappled shadows. On the slightly swaying tabletop, a few drops of spilled wine refracted a faint rainbow light. Xing Qingjiu set his glass down with a soft click. He propped his chin up, half-closed his eyes, and pondered for a moment before suddenly saying, "If you want to learn, I can teach you the baptismal chant. It's very convenient and easy to learn."

His tone was casual, even a little lazy and nonchalant, as if he was recommending some insignificant little trick.

Weber was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xing Qingqi in disbelief, "...Do you want to listen to what you're saying?"

"Just pick up anything, or nothing at all," Xing Qingqiu explained, seemingly oblivious to Weber's rant. He extended a finger and gently waved it in the air, as if to emphasize a point. "Then recite two passages from the Bible, preferably ones relevant to your purpose. If you want to attack, read something about God's punishment of the wicked; if you want to heal, read something about God so loving the world. After that, inject some magic power, and finish with 'Kyrie Eleison.' Done!"

Weber's eyebrows twitched, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He took a deep breath, as if trying hard to suppress the urge to explode. "...Mr. Xing, this really sounds like a random trick."

"Actually, you don't have to recite it," Xing Qingfeng shrugged. He flicked his fingers slightly, and a small wisp of blue flame leaped out from his fingertips, making his eyes light up slightly. "Just saying what you want to do directly seems to work as a baptismal chant. But... the effect might be different. I'm not entirely sure."

Weber slapped his forehead and let out a long sigh.

"...Mr. Xing, you're really not fit to teach," he complained feebly. "Also, this isn't a church baptismal chant at all!"

"Huh?" Xing Qingfeng gave me a slightly innocent look upon hearing this. "But this is what Brother Kirei taught me. It's orthodox from the Church, taught by the Acting Master himself!"

"I've never heard of a baptismal chant being so random! And it's impossible for it to have any additional effects!" Waver couldn't help but retort, his tone tinged with hysteria. "It's simply a magic trick that attacks spirits!"

"What are you talking about? My teacher is the Messiah." Xing Qingqi said as a matter of course, his tone even tinged with pride. "Isn't it normal for the baptismal chants used by Messiah's students to have a variety of effects?"

Upon hearing this, Waver almost couldn't help but stand up. He held his forehead and shouted in a voice that was half helpless and half broken: "This can't be confused at all! You heretic among magicians!"

Xing Qingfeng shrugged and leaned back lazily in his chair, seemingly oblivious to Weber's protests. The blue flame at his fingertips flickered slightly before dissipating into the air in a wisp of smoke.

As the two exchanged arguments, the atmosphere in the train gradually lightened. Seeing them locked in their own bickering, Lenise lost interest in joining in the conversation. The scenery outside the window flew by, with rolling hills faintly visible in the distance. The rhythmic clatter of wheels against rails grew clearer. The train slowed, and the passengers began packing their belongings and preparing to disembark.

The train finally came to a slow stop and arrived at its destination.

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In fact, although there is a CP link, Lanis does not have many roles in this plot. In the original book, she was sent back by Weber the next day after arriving at the place.

But I have to say that persecuting Weber is really interesting (

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Volume 9: Xing Qingjiu's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Gravekeeper

After getting off the train, the three of them boarded a car in Cardiff's old town and drove along the rugged mountain road towards the countryside. The scenery outside the car window gradually changed from a city with tall buildings to rolling hills and sparsely scattered villages. The road also became narrower and narrower, like a winding gray ribbon, barely stretched across the rolling hills.

The car drove for several hours and finally arrived at the destination——

——But it was only at the foot of the mountain. The mountain road here was not only steep, but also full of gravel and mud pits. Even four-wheel drive vehicles could not pass, let alone their cars.

The driver got out of the car, gave a brief explanation, and then turned around to check if the wheel was damaged, leaving the three people looking at each other in confusion.

"Is that the end?" Lanis looked up at the mountain road ahead, her lips curled up. She had long since grown tired of this last bumpy ride. Every time the wheels rolled over a pothole, the vibration sent a tingling sensation down her spine. Her hand on the car door never relaxed. Now, being able to get out of the car and walk was a relief.

However, this mountain road was undoubtedly a nightmare for Waver, who was traveling with him. He glanced anxiously at the winding, steep trail. This so-called "road" was little more than a barely trodden footprint. The muddy slope was dotted with jagged rocks and traces of the trampling of wild animals at some unknown time, emitting a faint smell of damp grass. As Waver adjusted the strap of his backpack, he tried to suppress the resentment in his heart.

Xing Qingjiu, standing nearby, appeared much more relaxed. He stood leisurely by the roadside, one hand in his pocket, his gaze sweeping across the nearby trees, seemingly examining something. The air at the foot of the mountain was slightly chilly and humid, and the occasional chirping of birds in the woods brought a touch of life to the somewhat gloomy surroundings.

The three of them slowly advanced along the mountain path, the pine needles and broken leaves on the ground making a slight crunching sound underfoot. They hadn't gone far when Waver began to pant. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried to catch his breath, only to find that his physical shortcomings were fully exposed in this treacherous terrain.

Looking at Weber, who was sweating profusely but still tensed up and didn't ask for a break, Lanis suddenly felt a little evil in her heart. She quickened her pace a little and followed Xing Qingqi, who was walking in the front.

"...You...can you please wait a moment?" Just as Lanis expected, on a long dark slope on the way, Weber, who was left far behind, finally couldn't hold on any longer and shouted while gasping for breath while holding onto an old tree beside the road.

"Eh? No way? You're my elder brother's most trusted assistant and student. You're not going to complain about being tired just because of something like this, are you?" Lanis turned around and looked at the exhausted Weber, saying sarcastically, "It's only a matter of continuing to circulate magic power for a little while, right?"

"In this land of abundant resources, this shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Xing Qingqiu, who was standing nearby, also heard the interaction between Lanise and Weber and turned to watch them with interest. But what reassured Lanise was that Xing Qingqiu just watched quietly, not trying to steal the conversation away from her like he had on the train.

As for why she felt relieved, Lanis didn't think about it carefully. Perhaps it was because she wanted to enjoy this subtle feeling of superiority over Weber for a while longer, she thought.

"Please don't take pleasure in attacking others' shameful areas." Waver's voice came from behind him, a broken breath. He held onto the tree trunk beside him with one hand, pressed the other to his knee, trying to steady his breathing. Sweat trickled down his temples, soaking the collar of his shirt, making him look particularly disheveled.

Whenever she saw Weber's powerless resistance and the unwillingness in his eyes, and the contradiction of wanting to challenge despite knowing that he had no talent, Lanis could not help but smile.

Lyannis stood not far away, her eyes fixed on Weber's angry yet unwilling expression, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly. Whenever she saw him, knowing he was no match for her, yet still stubbornly resisting, she always felt a hint of unconcealable amusement. This conflicted struggle was so amusing that it was almost impossible to look away.

"Besides, Laness," Weber took a few breaths, raised his head, wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand, and managed to maintain some composure. "Your magic control... isn't stable, is it? The magic consumed in vain after such a long time cannot be underestimated. You should imagine the path from the sacrum to the fifth cervical vertebra more accurately."

Waver's voice was weary, yet his tone shone with a rare earnestness and a stubborn determination to not give in. Reinis's eyes flickered at this, and she couldn't help but snort inwardly. Though she denied it, Waver was right. She wasn't flawless, either; she was merely holding on with a slight increase in magic power. After all, her Magic Circuits, like Waver's, remained at the rather disgraceful level of "D."

"If your control were to improve to another level," Lanis said, raising her chin meaningfully, "I wouldn't hesitate to abandon you."

"Even if you leave me behind, I will catch up with you immediately." Weber answered without hesitation.

Lanis raised an eyebrow at this, unable to suppress a smile, as if she was very satisfied with the answer. She nodded slightly, but did not ask whether the "catch up" mentioned by Weber referred to distance, magic, or something else. Regardless, such an answer was enough to make her feel happy.

As Lanis turned to continue, a smile caught her eye. Xing Qingyu stood in front of her, his lips curled in an elusive way, his gaze half-smiling. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of trees, casting a dappled light and shadow on him, lending him a casual, unhurried air.

And next to him, a wheelchair appeared out of nowhere.

"Bro, I've known for a long time that you were weak." Xing Qingqi raised his hand and gently tapped the wheelchair armrest, making a crisp tapping sound. His tone was playfully relaxed, yet it seemed to carry a certain precise power that pierced the heart. "Come, I've been ready for you for a long time. It's time for Otto to come."

Lanis was startled, her eyes glancing at Weber. She saw his face quickly flush, his neck even taking on a suspicious redness. She suddenly felt that her carefully crafted sarcasm was far inferior to the genuine emotion expressed by Dr. Xing.

"Fuck you! You bastard!" Weber finally roared, his voice echoing through the trees, startling several birds into flight. "You can sit in this wheelchair yourself. You're a cripple who needs Robert's chain kicks to play King of Fighters!"

Xing Qingjiu simply shrugged, his smile still on his face. He fished out a small glass bottle from his pocket and tossed it casually. The bottle drew a faintly shimmering arc in the sunlight and landed precisely in Weber's hands.

"You've never won a single time anyway," Xing Qingfeng said with a smile, "Hehe, I must win."

Weber took the bottle, frowned, and examined it before unscrewing the cap. A rich aroma of wine immediately filled the air, blending with the moist forest air.

"What kind of wine is this?" Weber asked.

"When I was communicating with the people at the Spiral Pavilion, they gave me some medicinal wine." Xing Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, his tone carrying a self-evident meaning, "Kenneth often asks me for this."

Weber curled his lips upon hearing this and looked at the bottle in his hand with complicated eyes, as if he was still hesitating whether to drink it or not.

At this moment, Xing Qingqiu pulled out a small test tube filled with pink liquid from his pocket. He unplugged the tube, inserted a straw with a deft movement, and handed it to Lanise, who was standing nearby.

"Take a break, too." He said in a gentle voice, revealing a hint of elder's concern.

Lanis took the test tube, tilted her head to sniff it, and then carefully took a sip through the straw. "Hmm... strawberry flavor?" She raised her eyebrows slightly, as if a little surprised by the taste. Then she turned her gaze to Xing Qingjiu and asked tentatively, "But is this any different from what you gave Weber?"

"Children shouldn't drink alcohol," Xing Qing said seriously. "You're only fifteen, not yet an adult."