Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Since we agreed to pray to the icon, I will not break my promise."

If I don't pray, some early warning mechanisms may be triggered. Once the early warning is triggered on my side, it means that Weber will completely lose trust.

In order to prevent his actions from affecting Weber, Xing Qingfeng had to be more careful.

Connecting the Marian aspect of the black-faced icon to the normal Marian icon, praying to Marian meant praying to the black-faced icon. However, since the one directly connected to the black-faced icon wasn't Xing Qingjiu himself, but the normal Marian icon, as long as some manipulation was done to the normal Marian icon, Xing Qingjiu would be immediately aware of the abnormality in his connection to the magic costume.

To put it simply, a firewall was built using a normal Maria statue.

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Xing Qingjiu walked out of the church's back door and stepped onto the stone-paved path. The air was filled with the smell of moist earth.

Just then, he suddenly ran into a hooded girl. She stood nearby, seemingly approaching from a dilapidated fence path. Her steps were slow and her figure slender, seemingly blending into the hazy twilight. Xing Qingqiu narrowed his eyes, quickly stepped forward, and asked softly, "Excuse me, do you know where Mr. Belsac is?"

The girl's head shot up, a flicker of panic in her eyes. She seemed completely unprepared to encounter a stranger in such a place. She shuddered slightly, and quickly lowered her hood, almost completely hiding her face, as if afraid of exposing it to a stranger's gaze. She clutched her sleeves tightly as she stood there, seemingly trying to control the nervousness of the sudden contact.

"Ah!" The girl's voice was a little hurried and a little panicked, "You are...?" She seemed to want to ask something, but the words were stuck in her throat and could not be spoken.

"What's going on? Are they the legendary three identical people?" Even though she quickly raised her hood, Xing Qingfeng's Servant-like dynamic vision still accurately captured her revealed face. He thought to himself, "How come she looks exactly like Okita and that King Arthur?"

However, since he had met Okita Souji, who had no relationship with Altria but had almost the same face as Altria, Xing Qingqiu did not think too much about the high similarity between the girl in front of him and Altria's face.

"Excuse me...are you from outside the village?" The girl's voice still held a hint of uneasiness, as if she were trying to avoid eye contact. She gently pointed behind her, and Xing Qingfeng followed her gesture, his gaze fixed on the distance.

Not far away, behind the church, stood a dilapidated cottage. Its roof was mottled and broken, its walls covered in vines. Despite its dilapidated appearance, the soft sounds of conversation emanating from it hinted at someone still inside. Seeing the young woman didn't continue, Xing Qingqi nodded gently and took the initiative to ask, "Mr. Belsac lives over there, right?"

"Yes, that's right." The girl nodded. She looked a little embarrassed, as if she was not used to Xing Qingjiu's presence. Her eyes kept dodging unconsciously. "You can go over and see... Mr. Belsac... is chatting with a guest."

"Oh, thank you," Xing Qingyu smiled, "I'll be on my way there now. Bye."

Xing Qingyu could see that the girl in front of him had a strong feeling of rejecting others, so he didn't say much to her and went straight to the dilapidated little house.

The girl lowered her head and walked away quietly, her back gradually disappearing at the intersection of the tree shadows and the path. Xing Qingqi frowned slightly, a trace of doubt in his heart, but he quickly put it aside.

He continued walking, the soft crunch of gravel beneath his feet, toward Belsac's home. A row of low trees flanked the road, their branches intertwined, blocking out most of the sunlight. He reached the shabby-looking cottage and knocked gently on the door. The door, slightly worn, creaked slightly, but it was remarkably clear in the quiet surroundings.

"Come in." A low voice came from inside the room.

Xing Qingqiu pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was sparsely furnished and cramped, with a faint musty smell in the air. The house looked more like a storage room than a place to live, with all sorts of seemingly disorderly items piled against the walls. The floor was covered with worn wooden planks, their surface worn and cracked in places. The house was well furnished: a few worn chairs, a table, and a pile of unorganized books and papers in the corner. Despite the sparse furnishings, Xing Qingqiu could sense that this was truly Belsac's home.

"How did the talk go?" Xing Qingyu took the initiative to ask.

Belsac sat on a wooden chair, his gaze fixed on the muddy cup of coffee in his hand, seemingly lost in thought. He shook his head and replied slowly, "Give us some time. Given our current state, we can't immediately accept your request."

"Is that so?" Xing Qingwu nodded. "You guys can decide everything."

Belsac was silent for a moment, then raised his chin and pointed toward the window. "But if there are three of us... that little house over there might not be enough space."

"I'll discuss it with my brothers in the church and decide to stay in the church tonight." Xing Qingqiu thought for a moment and replied.

Belsac was stunned for a moment, his eyes a little surprised: "Oh, you've become familiar with them in such a short time?"

"After all, I stayed in a church in Japan for a period of time before." Xing Qingyu answered easily and naturally.

Belsac nodded, seemingly not too interested in Xing Qingjiu's background, and instead turned to a more important topic.

"Also, if you want to stay in this village, I hope you will abide by a few rules." He suddenly said seriously, holding up four fingers.

"First, worship the statue of the Virgin Mary when entering the village. This has already been done." Belsac folded his index finger and said, "Second, do not go out late at night."

"Third, do not approach a cemetery alone."

"Fourth, even if you're traveling with a group to the cemetery, absolutely avoid approaching the swamp," Belsac emphasized. "I hope you will strictly adhere to the above."

"Even though they didn't witness me praying, they're still so convinced that I've already worshipped the Virgin Mary..." Xing Qingqiu pondered secretly, "Either they have a way to confirm it, or they absolutely trust the church—"

"—If it's the latter, then that's a bit troublesome."

Just as Xing Qingyu was thinking about this, Belsac's tone became more serious, and he emphasized again: "Please be sure to abide by the rules."

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"It's just like an outdated horror movie..." Lanice couldn't help but complain in a low voice as she walked on the quiet path to the edge of the village.

Along the flagstone path, flanked by mud walls entwined with vines, the air was filled with the scent of moist earth and fallen leaves. The dense foliage obscured the forest, blocking out much sunlight. The occasional chirp of birds echoed through the branches. Lanis's steps were firm and brisk, her boots crunching on the slippery ground.

"It's actually closer to the old horror stories," Weber said suddenly, a hint of contemplation in his voice. "How should I put it... This form of unifying certain taboos into rules has been around since the Victorian horror literature—"

"Yeah, that's true." Lanis nodded. "From this perspective, it does seem like a remake of a horror story."

"—If you consider it from this perspective, every rule should indeed have some reason and corresponding folk customs behind it." He lowered his head and thought for a moment, his eyes becoming profound. "Without understanding the history of this place, it's best to abide by it."

As the two talked, the road gradually narrowed, and the scenery ahead became increasingly desolate. The trees around them became increasingly sparse, and the ground was covered with wet mud that had just been washed by rain. The air was filled with a damp earthy smell. In the distance, Lanis and Weber both saw their destination—

——A dilapidated hunting lodge stood alone in the overgrown open space, looking particularly shabby.

Pushing open the creaking door, Lanis's expression instantly hardened. She'd been wearing a slightly relaxed expression, but it vanished as she took in the sight inside. The cabin was even more dilapidated than she'd imagined. The air was thick with the smell of decay, and the wooden beams were bent dangerously, almost audible as they creaked under the weight. Even the oil lamp on the wall had corroded into a rusted mass of iron, hanging silently on the wall.

"Lenise, you didn't have to come with me," Weber whispered. Noticing the look on her face, he added, "The situation here might not be suitable for you."

Lanis raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and her tone still carried her usual stubbornness: "I just regret not bringing more herbs."

"I think we can try to have Mr. Xing discuss this with the church and let you..."

"...No, no, don't you think it's always fun when we work together?" Lainie interrupted without waiting for Weber to finish, her expression instantly brightening. With a brisk pace, she rushed into the cabin first.

The air inside the room was thick and dusty, but Leni paid no mind. She quickly began using her magic to disinfect the room. As if sensing the disgust and stomachache on Weber's face behind her, her expression brightened.

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Volume 12: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Math Classroom: . Who to resurrect? King Arthur?

The evening light filtered through the tall stained-glass windows, casting a warm orange hue into the church, which gradually blended with the cool blue of the night. The air inside the church was filled with the faint scent of incense.

At this time, Xing Qingjiu was sitting quietly on a bench near the middle, with a casual posture, his eyes fixed on the fat priest Fernando in front of him.

Priest Fernande was half leaning on a wooden chair carved with intricate patterns. His movements seemed lazy, his belly was slightly bulging, and he looked like a lazy old cat, with a slow and leisurely breathing.

"So, what's going on here?" Xing Qingqi broke the brief silence. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows lightly on his knees, fingers interlaced, and stared at Fenan Lingmeng without averting his gaze.

Fernando narrowed his eyes, a faint smile playing on the corners of his mouth. He slowly spoke, "Because this place is considered... a heresy to a certain extent, we were sent here to supervise it. But it's not a very tense place. As you can see, I'm just an ordinary person who knows only about the mysteries and magic—"

"I see, so you're a moderate, huh?" Xing Qingfeng said calmly, "It seems like this isn't a place where there's no need to cause trouble. I was the one who got a little nervous just now."

Fernand waved his hand gently, his smile growing more relaxed. He opened his palm slightly in a soothing gesture. "After all, in a place like this, choosing someone who's gentle and kind around you might be more effective than sending in someone who'll resort to violence."

Xing Qingfeng's gaze darkened slightly, and a subtle smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back gently on the bench, his gaze shifting from Fernando to survey the entire church's layout. The church was unusually quiet, with only the faint flickering of candlelight in the distance. Occasionally, a gentle breeze could be heard passing through the upper window lattices, bringing a hint of coolness.

As for Sister Ilumia, she wasn't here. Xing Qingqiu vaguely guessed that she was probably trying to contact the church to confirm her identity.

"Then, what about Sister Ilumia?" Xing Qingyu asked.

Priest Fernando's smile faltered for a moment, a fleeting shadow crossing his chubby face, but he quickly regained his usual gentle expression. He exhaled slowly, his eyes scanning the bench and the cross hanging on the wall, as if searching for words.

"She was sent here… a few years ago," he said, his voice lowered, a complex, indescribable feeling etched in his voice. A hint of worry crossed his previously calm features, but he quickly masked it with a half-hearted smile. "She's a bit… old-fashioned."

Xing Qingjiu instantly understood what Priest Fernand meant. In the Holy Church, conservatives meant radicals. The Holy Church's existence stemmed from eight ecumenical councils, gatherings of various denominations. These were universal bishops' conferences representing traditional Christianity, deliberating and voting on important church affairs and doctrinal disputes. It was precisely because of this that the Holy Church's authority extended beyond the boundaries of the Catholic and Protestant churches, possessing the world's largest mage base.

Of course, this is just a formal claim. The organization's authority stems from eight ecumenical councils, but these councils themselves are fraught with controversy. The Roman Catholic Church recognizes all eight, while the Greek Orthodox Church (also known as the Eastern Orthodox Church) recognizes only seven. Amidst the divisions and disputes between denominations, the claim of equal treatment of all denominations becomes particularly hypocritical. In reality, the church's bias—particularly its favoritism toward Old Believers—has long been an open secret.

In this case, the conservatives, that is, those who lean towards the old religious factions, will have a considerable number of people who want to completely eradicate factions other than the old religious factions, which are the so-called radicals.

Fernando's smile vanished completely. He stroked his forehead, as if to conceal the weariness between his brows. His sigh was particularly clear in the quiet church, as if responding to the solemnity of the space. His gaze shifted to the completely darkened sky outside the church, the last rays of sunset fading into the distance.

"This... sigh..." He sighed deeply, his fat shoulders drooping slightly, as if carrying an unspeakable burden. "Because there are potential contradictions. When I was sent here, this was just a very ordinary mountain village, vaguely related to magic, but completely impossible."

Fernando's voice was low and slow, as if each word carried a tremendous weight. He looked down at a small cross in his hand, his fingers gently stroking the cold metal surface. He seemed to want to say something else, but the words stopped on his lips, leaving only a low sigh.

"This mountain village has a, uh... mission, or perhaps a long-cherished wish." After a long moment, he sighed softly, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest as he tried to form his words. "Let me put it simply: they want to resurrect King Arthur."

"...Huh?" Xing Qingqiu was stunned for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed. He sat up straight, his eyes flickering slightly, "Uh, wait a minute, it's the legendary King Arthur in England... right? Is that correct?"

Ferdinand nodded slightly, his eyes unconsciously glancing at the statue beside him. "Well, in the eyes of the core faction of the Templar Church, this is pure heresy. We will never acknowledge the resurrection of King Arthur." He paused, a look of resignation crossing his face. "However, since this is within the borders of England, the Templar Church's influence isn't as deeply entrenched. Besides, the core faction of the Church... as you should know, is predominantly Old Faith." He spoke, his slightly overweight hands spread across his knees. "We're not going to wipe out an entire village over a ritual that hasn't yet been completed, and whose consequences are unknown."

"Meanwhile, the same thing is happening here in the village." Fernande sighed again, looking up at the moonlight filtering through the small round window in the church's dome. "While they can't abandon their goal, they also have no motivation to go to war with the church for a long-cherished wish that may never be fulfilled." He spoke slowly. "Thus, both sides remain wary of each other and monitor each other. Hundreds of years have passed, generations have passed, and everyone has become accustomed to each other's existence. That's why there's peace like this, at least on the surface."

"But then, about eight years ago, their progress suddenly took off." As he spoke, the candlelight cast a deep shadow on his face. His fingers unconsciously pinched the cross pendant, as if trying to ease his inner worries. "I thought this wouldn't happen in my time, alas..."

"So, the possibility of conflict is greatly increased." Xing Qingqiu took over the conversation and asked, "And if a conflict breaks out, you have no way to prevent it. Is that why you sent an agent?"

"That's right." Priest Fernande nodded helplessly, clasping his hands in his lap. "However, it's only a much greater possibility. As long as the magicians you bring don't conflict with the locals, then this place is actually quite peaceful."

"Really...that's good." Xing Qingyu slowly stood up and casually adjusted his clothes. "By the way, does the church have any vacant rooms? I'd like to stay here for a while."

Fernande was slightly taken aback, then smiled apologetically. "There is one, but... it hasn't been taken care of in a while." His voice was a little awkward, and his eyes subconsciously dodged for a moment. "But if you don't mind..."

Judging from his appearance, it seems that cleaning the church on a daily basis is also a challenge for him, so he neglects to take care of the unused rooms.

"It's okay, I can clean it up myself." Xing Qingyu interrupted him, his tone light and casual. He nodded to Fernande, a friendly smile on his face. "Then, I'm going to have trouble for the next few days."

Fernand quickly waved his hands, his voice carrying a hint of sincerity, "It's okay, it's okay. We're brothers and sisters, and this is what we should do."

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The mountain village was shrouded in a thin layer of mist in the early morning, and the stone pavement shimmered faintly in the morning light. A sparrow perched on the eaves of a wooden house, flapping its wings and chirping briefly.

The girl I'd met yesterday stood before Weber and Lanis, her figure remarkably thin. She wore a rather loose gray cloak, the hood pulled low, almost completely obscuring her face. Her exposed lips were tightly pursed, a pale tinge, as if she were deliberately suppressing her nervousness.

"Um... Mr. Belsac asked me to lead the way..." Her voice was as soft as a whisper, subtle and timid, as if afraid of being blown away by the wind. Her fingers twirled the corner of her cloak nervously, her voice intermittent, "Um, we met at Mr. Belsac's cabin yesterday..."

The girl lowered her head, her eyes flickering, as if she was worried about being rejected. Her shoe tips scraped lightly on the ground, her movements cautious.

"Oh, of course I remember," Lanis said briskly, her tone bright. The girl's stiff body relaxed a little at Lanis's response, and she let out a low breath, as if the tension that had been lingering in her throat had finally dissipated a little.

Waver stood aside, his hands tucked into his windbreaker pockets, carefully examining the girl before him. She didn't seem adept at conversation, perhaps due to her natural timidity or perhaps her lack of experience interacting with outsiders. The half of her face revealed beneath her gray hood was pale and thin, and her slightly lowered eyes held a hint of uneasiness and anxiety.

Lanis and Weber exchanged a glance, a brief tacit understanding between them. While having the other lead the way might restrict their freedom of movement, they had to admit it would save a lot of trouble. This village clearly had many hidden rules and secrets unknown to outsiders, and it would be difficult for the two of them to fully understand them alone. Furthermore, if covert investigations were necessary, they could wait until later.

"Then I'll trouble you." Weber nodded, his tone polite and soothing. He stepped back slightly to give the girl some space.

The girl raised her head slightly, glanced at Weber, then at Lanis. After confirming that they all agreed, she nodded slightly stiffly and said softly, "Okay... Then, please follow me."

She turned, the hem of her cloak brushing the flagstones lightly. The morning sun shone through the mist, casting a shadow on her that seemed exceptionally slender and lonely. Her steps were light, as if she was trying to avoid making any sound, but occasionally, she would kick the gravel on the road, making a slight noise.