Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Although Zibia's voice was still mechanical, it was easy to hear the anxiety and panic mixed in. His voice seemed to come from all directions at once, like countless speakers interweaving together.

He was clearly the most respected person in terms of status, but the headmaster of Atlas Academy was so flustered, as if he had failed to show hospitality to some important figure. It was really strange, Lanis thought.

"By the way, who will become the new monarch of the modern magic department in a year?" Xing Qingyu suddenly asked.

"Of course it's El-Melloi II," Zibia's voice echoed again, a hint of confusion in his voice as he continued, "Strange, isn't he the Second in this script? Even if you arrived a year earlier, he should have been the Second in the normal storyline."

"Hmm?" Xing Qingqi glanced at Weber with a hint of doubt. "I can understand El-Melloi II. He'll probably take over from Kenneth, and then, depending on the situation, pass the position to this guy—"

"—But shouldn't that be the Monarch of the Minerals Division?"

"Huh? Wait, inheriting El-Melloi's name?" Waver's thoughts were disrupted by the sudden topic, and his voice was filled with unexpected anxiety. He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to suppress his inner turmoil. "Me? Wait, this..." Waver suddenly became uneasy, his face flushed slightly, and his words were a little disorganized. "I, a commoner, leading the noble faction, it's impossible no matter how you think about it..."

"It doesn't matter. Kenneth will deal with all the gossip." Xing Qingqiu didn't care about Weber's embarrassment at all. He just stretched out his hand and waved gently, "He has been ready to withdraw from the Clock Tower for a long time. You can't escape this position."

"Forget it, this isn't a big deal. Let's talk about it later," Xing Qingfeng sighed softly. "What are you planning to do by setting up a base here?"

"Nothing, just collecting some data."

"Oh, so are these your collection tools?" Xing Qingqiu's eyes were immediately drawn to the equipment in the room. "They look really good!"

"Of course, I configured and installed this myself," Zibia's voice became complacent, with a sense of pride that could hardly be concealed. "It works great. Want to try it out? We have even more powerful equipment at the Atlas Institute."

Despite the frivolous boasting in the voice, Lanis couldn't help but frown. She felt the mechanical tone was a little unpleasant, like a greasy old man abducting a child.

"Ah, I'll go if I have the chance," Xing Qingfeng said, "I just happen to be planning to contact Atlas Academy."

"By the way, if you set up a base here, can you take Atlas Court into consideration while you're working?" he continued to ask.

"Hahaha, we're not like the Clock Tower, who wouldn't even bother running a phone line." Zibia's voice suddenly took on a lighthearted smile. "No matter where the dean is on the planet, it won't hinder information sharing. So, at least I personally don't have to live like a mole."

"So that's how it's set up," Xing Qingfeng nodded. "A network system that's much more convenient than the modern internet..."

"Alas... the organization's policies will probably change drastically depending on the dean." The voice began to act pretentiously again.

"That's great. If you plan to open it to the public, please take me with you," Xing Qingjiu said, moving forward with a familiar air. "I've admired that place for a long time."

"Oh, you're always welcome. I'll be waiting for you at Atlas Court. I'm waiting in the wings for you." Zibia's voice suddenly rose, as if entering some kind of performance. Then, it suddenly turned to a complaint. "Oh, why is it so sunny outside? I need to put on some sunscreen... Seriously, everyone, please do as you please," he sang in a strange, chanting voice. "Waiting in the wings for me, just you wait, just you—wait!" (Note 1, see the explanation in the thread)

Before his voice had fully fallen, the sky outside suddenly shifted subtly. The once bright sunshine began to be swallowed by layers of dark clouds, and the day's brilliance seemed to fade away without anyone noticing. The color of the clouds gradually deepened, from a soft grayish-white to a thick, dark gray. The light in the sky seemed dim, but not completely dull. The wind also began to pick up, carrying a hint of moisture into the house, causing the curtains to sway gently.

The temperature in the air seemed unchanged, but somehow, along with these changes, the atmosphere inside the room became silent and solemn. The branches swaying outside the window were no longer silent, but swayed gently, making a rustling sound.

"Don't you like sunshine..." Xing Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, calmly observing the weather outside, secretly forming some guesses in his heart. He casually pulled up a chair beside him and quietly waited for things to change.

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Note 1: "Waiting in the wings" is a colloquialism originally referring to actors on stage who are ready, only waiting for the cue to take the stage. Here, Tsibia uses this colloquialism twice, creating a double entendre. The first time, it means that he has prepared everything in Atlas Courtyard, waiting only for Xing Qingjiu to take the stage. The second time, it means that the three characters present are ready, waiting for his own appearance.

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By the way, I recommend this book, "My Love Partner is Sawamura Eriri?"

It's probably a variety show, if you're interested you can take a look.

The introduction is as follows:

Reborn in a parallel world, Kitahara Akimasa, an outstanding high school student who has become a best-selling light novel writer, is ambitiously preparing to revolutionize the industry.

However...one day he was called into the office by his homeroom teacher, Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"Kitahara-kun."

Shizuka Hiratsuka looked at the sunny and handsome boy in front of her with complicated eyes.

Kitahara Akira declined:

"Hiratsuka-sensei, I've said this many times before. I will never join any clubs, so please allow me to decline your decision to have me join the Service Club."

Hiratsuka Shizuka shook her head:

"Although I have invited Kitahara-kun many times, unfortunately I have other things to do this time."

"I specifically asked you to come here because of the declining birthrate. Some students from our high school have been selected to participate in a dating matching program."

"You are very lucky to be chosen."

"This is your love interest's information—Sawamura Eriri from Class D, Grade 12."

Kitahara Akira was confused: "What?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka spread her hands and said, "I just want Kitahara-kun and your partner to do their best to manage their relationship during this period of time."

Beiyuan Ming was shocked: "Wait a minute, Jing Keai, did you get the wrong script?"

Volume 16: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening

Xing Qingyu suddenly pulled out three black keys from his arms and held them tightly in his hands.

He always considered himself an alchemist, and when facing an enemy, his first reaction was rarely to use the agent's weapons. His spirit? Z* dream wings? lSin〤g一 (70) is Wu IX Si氿吧 always chooses different response methods according to the different objects he needs to deal with -

——After all, if he really had to use all his abilities to fight, regardless of whether he could kill his opponent, Alaya would die anyway.

A gun would be enough to deal with an ordinary magus, but if he were to use the Black Key to fight, there would only be one possibility—

——The one who came was a Dead Apostle, a vampire.

Suddenly, the door flung open with a resounding thud. A young man, seemingly about twenty-five, walked in. He was handsome, his shoulder-length blond hair gleaming softly in the dim light. His eyes were closed, and he carried a bottle of wine and a walking stick. His posture was relaxed, as if he were about to enter a casual gathering.

"Everyone, good morning, good afternoon, and good evening. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. You are clearly the protagonists of this scene, but I, a supporting actor, am the last to arrive. This is really unjust!" As he spoke, he raised the bottle of wine and made a gesture that was a little too enthusiastic. "You even changed the stage setting. Really, it's an exceptionally bright day, but because of me, it has become such a gloomy thing—"

"—Ah, Mr. Prime Motive, could you please put that thing down? Even I get a headache when I see the church's formal attire. Well, if we're going to compete, for the sake of this planet and the future of humanity, why not just compete in computing power? That way, damage to the surrounding area will be minimized," the man said cheerfully. "As you can see, although I've been a Dead Apostle for a long time, I'm by no means an enemy of human history. I'm not crazy yet. Anyway, Princess of El-Melloi, Lord El-Melloi, and Mr. Prime Motive, would you like a glass of wine?"

"Ahhh, please don't call me that. Just call me by my last name, Velvet," Weber said, waving his hands in panic.

"Ah, sorry, in almost every scenario I've considered, you're just El-Melloi. No, I think I should add the Second Generation." The man nodded slightly, his tone still tinged with an elusive amusement and amusement. "Mr. Velvet, I'll call you that."

At that moment, Zibia extended his hand and gently waved it, causing the air within the room to vibrate slightly. The tightly closed wooden door swung open, and the old clock on the wall began to tick softly. Zibia stepped forward, leading the group deeper into the cabin. In contrast to the simple exterior, the interior décor exuded an air of refinement. While the cabin's walls appeared somewhat dilapidated, the tables and chairs were neatly arranged, as if this were an elegant space designed specifically for entertaining guests. The table held several heavy books, antiques, and even a miniature glass vase filled with a few carefully selected dried flowers.

The wine bottle in Cibia's hand suddenly began to float, as if pulled by some invisible force. Several exquisite wine glasses also floated up, automatically arranging themselves in the air. The wine bottle spun in the air, gently shaking, and a few drops of red liquid quietly fell into the airborne wine glasses. The bright red liquid swirled in the glass, reflecting an intoxicating light.

"Let me introduce myself again," Zibia's voice was filled with gentle confidence. "My name is Zibia Eltnam Atlassia, and I am the current dean of Atlas Academy."

Xing Qingwu looked at the floating wine bottle and wine glass, and his heart moved slightly. He gently put the wine glass to his nose, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and carefully felt the fragrance of the wine.

"It's a pretty good wine. Which winery is it from?" Xing Qingjiu asked, his tone neither hurried nor slow. He seemed in no rush to taste it, but rather to appreciate the depth and connotation of the wine, as if appreciating a piece of art. "Do you like drinking too?"

"This is my collection of homemade brews from the Atlas Institute." Zibia chuckled. "The Atlas Institute isn't just a place for research."

"As for drinking, that's a good question that allows us to both chat and analyze my performance," Zibia said slowly, his eyes sweeping over Xing Qingjiu. "Of course, I enjoy fine wine as a hobby. However, Mr. First Motive, although we have much to discuss and you'll want to ask me many questions, based on the results of Number Six's thinking, I think it's best to first address some of Mr. Velvet's doubts."

Tsibia was like an actor on stage who insisted on performing in his own way even after the plot had been substantially revised. He gently raised his wine glass, the liquid swaying in it, the red luster rippling in layers under the dim light. He took a sip, enjoying the warm and complex aroma of the wine, as if using this brief moment of calm to prepare for the words that were about to come.

"First, let's start with what you might be wondering about." Zibia's deep voice broke the silence. "Anyway, Mr. Velvet, you're concerned about my connection to Blackmore Cemetery, right? Because in most scripts, you'd say—"

His words weren't in a rush to reveal the mystery; instead, they were like a gentle guidance, allowing people to involuntarily fall into his rhythm. "Just meeting you in a place like this has thrown us into chaos, with words like this."

Both Weber and Lanis, standing beside him, felt an indescribable strangeness. It was like a case that hadn't even happened, yet the ending had been revealed in advance. It evoked an involuntary discomfort, like reading a mystery novel and knowing the ending early on. While one might expect other twists, one still felt a sense of irreversibility.

"Brackmoya, originally the name of an ancient Dead Apostle with a connection to the families of this place." Zibia paused, as if letting the words echo in the room. "He's known as the Black Winged Prince."

"That Dead Apostle was once a magician who commanded birds, renowned over two thousand years ago. Sadly, he's already perished in this scenario," Zibia sighed. "This family uses his name to honor the Dead Apostle, and I have some connection to him."

"What connection are you talking about?" Weber asked subconsciously, his tone tinged with urgency. His eyes were fixed on Zibia, clearly intrigued by his previous topic.

"Well," Zibia said slowly, his voice low and magnetic, "if one of the results of the previous calculation is solved..." He paused, as if deliberately letting the words linger in the air, with a suspense that made you want to ask more questions, "depending on the situation, he might become my compatriot."

"Compatriots? And Dead Apostles from one or two thousand years ago?" Waver asked almost in a skeptical tone, obviously unable to fully understand this relationship.

"Indeed," Tsibia nodded, chuckling softly. "If that were to happen, the number would probably be over twenty." He spoke calmly, as if he wasn't discussing an unpredictable future but recounting something that had already happened. "Though it's ultimately only a possibility, this place has a deep connection to me."

Xing Qingyu was already accustomed to this feeling. He even said that among the riddle solvers he knew, this guy was considered to have clear logic and was easy to understand.

However, for Weber and Lenise, this pace was completely unaccustomed. It was like facing an online computer, ignoring steps and chronological order, and simply listing search results. This abstract logic made them feel extremely uncomfortable, as if every question had no answer, only more questions.

Zibia seemed to sense the subtle shift in the air. He smiled and continued, "One more thing to add: the family that built this cemetery, like the Dead Apostle Brakmoya, are magicians who wield birds." He gently swirled the wine glass, and the liquid rippled again. "Among the three elements that govern humanity—body, mind, and soul—crows are considered messengers of the soul and are particularly valued."

"Wait... wait a minute." Weber's brows furrowed even more as he listened. He couldn't help but interrupt, his voice filled with obvious anxiety. "You keep saying things like this, and it's really embarrassing for us. Just meeting you in a place like this has thrown us into chaos..."

Waver's words stopped abruptly, and he suddenly realized that what he had just said was exactly what Zibia had predicted. It felt like a sudden gust of wind, and he froze instantly. A subtle silence filled the air, as if time had suddenly stretched.

He coughed softly, trying to regain his composure, but his throat felt unusually dry. "I..." Weber's voice faltered. His gaze unconsciously wandered from Izbia's eyes to the sky outside the window. There was no more sunlight in the sky, only heavy, dark clouds like a vast curtain, completely swallowing up all the light.

"I always feel like it would have been fun to add 'Your next sentence is, it's so funny to meet you in a place like this.'" Xing Qingqi smiled easily, taking the initiative to change the subject, giving Weber more time to think. The wine in the glass rippled in circles as he swirled it.

Xing Qingqiu narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on Cibia thoughtfully, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Future vision? But it doesn't look like it."

"While there are some similarities with futuristic vision, they are ultimately two different things, seemingly the same in reality," Tsibia shook his head. "For example, even though as stories, they share a common production process, novels and operas are still completely different, right?"

"Ah, what a rare opportunity! How about trying some cheese?" Cibia smiled faintly, as if not wanting to make the conversation any more serious. He suddenly changed the subject, "Not many people come here, so I hope you won't be so polite. In order to understand the content, it's essential to supply energy to the brain."

He had barely finished his words when, with a gentle wave of his hand, several delicate pieces of cheese and raisins floated gracefully into the air. The plate traced an elegant arc through the air before gently landing on the table. The cheese on the plate was golden like the setting sun, its surface sheen gleaming with a delicate oiliness. The raisins, a shade of black and purple, exuded a faint, alluring sweet fragrance. The air was filled with the aroma of milk and the sweetness of grapes, complementing the dim light in the room, creating a cozy and comfortable atmosphere. The aroma seemed to instantly soothe the tense atmosphere, inviting one to relax.

Weber glanced at the cheese on the table, frowned, and seemed hesitant. Then he glanced at Lanis, who was standing beside him. There was also a flicker of confusion in her eyes. It seemed as if they were both thrown off their feet by the sudden turn of events.

"Try it, it's definitely top quality." Zibia said with a slight smile.

Weber said nothing more, instead picking up a piece of toast and taking small sips of wine. He wasn't concerned with the taste of the food at the moment, but rather with trying to calm himself down. The wine had a smooth body, its slightly fruity sweetness slowly spreading through his mouth, as if relieving him of stress and easing the turmoil within him.

"So, what are you talking about?" Weber paused and finally spoke, his tone a little helpless.

Zibia smiled softly, as if he had anticipated Waver's reaction. He raised an eyebrow and continued, "The possibilities are uneven. I'm generally certain you'll visit this place, but I can't be sure what kind of scenario you'll follow." His words were relaxed and confident. "For example, I'm not sure if you'll bring the Princess of El-Melloi with you—"

"--What's more, this time the script was driven by the First Movers. Not only did you arrive a year early, but you also came with Mr. First Movers."

"Princess of El-Melloi?" Laness finally couldn't help but speak, a hint of confusion in her eyes, "Are you referring to me?" Her voice was low and soft, as if she was thinking about this sudden title.

Zibia did not directly answer Lanis's question, but continued on his own track of thought.

"We live in a world of possibility, drifting, so to speak, on a single ripple among a vastly diverse array of phenomena. While switching to a different ripple is nearly impossible, at least we can calculate and estimate its shape." He shook his head slightly, as if pondering a more complex level. "By calculating a large number of ripples, we can imagine the content of a common scenario."

"I'm not a detective; I don't engage in deduction," Zibia continued. "As for possibilities, they are, if not infinite, then infinitely expanded, and I can't examine them all thoroughly. The problem is simply that new possibilities arise during the examination, just as Achilles couldn't catch up with the tortoise—"

"—But the divergence of possibilities is by no means infinite." Tsibia sang again, his voice soft yet penetrating. "Because even this universe cannot sustain infinite expansion. The countless possibilities are so numerous that humans cannot grasp them all. Therefore, limiting the stage and characters, narrowing the possibilities to a calculable level, may be the history of Tsibia's existence."

"In simple terms, you simulated a large number of possibilities and fitted these possibilities to deduce the approximate sequence of events, right?" Xing Qingqi nodded slightly and summarized concisely, trying to translate Tsibia's complicated words into a language that Weber and Lanis could understand.

"Yes, almost," Zibia replied with a faint smile. His fingers unconsciously tapped the table, making a crisp sound. "By simulating a large number of possibilities, I can identify the key nodes on each timeline, and then fit them together to deduce the most likely direction of events."

He paused, as if waiting for them to digest his words.

Although Xing Qingyu's explanation was simple and clear, it was still a bit beyond the scope for Weber and Lanis. After all, they first had to understand what fitting meant.

The room fell silent once more, as Weber quietly pondered and digested the information he had just received. Only Xing Qingqi would occasionally pick up a piece of toast from the plate, gently tearing off a few pieces, the sound of his munching mingling with the wine in his hand echoing in the air.

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Although it is possible to play with some Meta here with Zibia, the "Meta sense" of this character is actually not very high. If I really want to play with Meta, I can only think about it carefully before writing it later.

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I want to go to the boss's chapter to recommend! Recommend this book: "People in Type-Moon, starting from adopting Sakura"

Basically, it is a work that has been ordered for 10,000 times. I want to see if anyone of you can complain about my book recommendation again.

Here is a brief introduction:

In London, England in the 20th century, an unlucky guy traveled through time and space to the body of a young noble who had just died.

Realizing that he had a car and a house and that his parents were both dead, which was a great start, Luo Wei's grin broke into a smile.

With the rich family background that you start with, you can live comfortably in this world even if you do nothing.

Old British aristocracy, the Union Jack! ! How am I supposed to lose with this kind of fabulous start?

"I'm so excited!!"

Just as he stretched out his fingers to drill his temple, a familiar and sarcastic male voice came from the gem on the table.

"Luo Wei, how long are you going to skip classes, you bastard? Do you have to let Kenneth catch you in person before you come back?!"

"Huh? You said...Kenny...what?"

"Hiss... now I'm in trouble."

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Current Project: The Fourth Holy Grail War.

The introduction is weak, let’s move on to the main text.

Volume 17: Xing Qingjiu’s Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Weber’s role is about to escape!