Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"That's right." Zibia nodded in approval.

"That's quite tough. They're all just standing there, right?" Xing Qingfeng sighed. "They're waiting for me at the mission point, and then when I get there, they start spouting off a bunch of Souls-like fragmented narratives about the world, leaving me to piece together what this world is like—"

"——But the problem is, what does this have to do with what I'm going to do?!"

"Haha, we just thought we'd help you out in case you need it," Zibia said with a smile. "The more you know, the better. Like you said, if you don't use it, we're just being self-serving. But if you do, it'll definitely save you a lot of trouble."

"I don't think it's going to be of any use," Xing Qingfeng sighed, "but I'll just take note of it. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"That's about it. It's really worthless in most cases," Zibia said, "but you seem to accept it easily."

"I just wrote it down," Xing Qingqi said, "The question you mentioned cannot be proved or disproven. It is the devil's proof—"

"—As long as it doesn't affect my actions, I don't need to prove or disprove what you said. It's too low a priority." Xing Qingqiu sighed and changed the subject. "So, why don't we talk about something more practical?"

"For example, why are you here?" Xing Qingyu asked directly without any unnecessary embellishments.

Zibia's expression grew slightly more serious, and he sighed, as if gathering his thoughts. "Because of the contract with the Atlas Court," he spoke in a calm and subdued tone, "I must assist the people here in resurrecting King Arthur."

"Huh? They're really going to resurrect King Arthur?" Xing Qingqiu's voice was filled with obvious surprise. "And they've even invited the dean of Atlas College... I thought they were just some kind of religious heretics."

Xing Qingfu didn't wait for Zibia's response and continued, "So, how do they plan to resurrect King Arthur?" This time, the curiosity in his tone was more obvious.

Tsibia didn't answer directly. His eyes tilted slightly to the side, as if he was considering how to respond. After a few seconds, Tsibia finally spoke:

"I'm sorry, due to the content of the contract, I can't tell you."

"Because the content will prevent King Arthur from being resurrected?" Xing Qingyu instantly understood why Cibia was silent.

Zibia still didn't answer, and his expression still didn't show any obvious changes. He didn't confirm nor deny, but just maintained that almost calm silence.

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I feel a little dizzy, and I feel like my sleep schedule might be wrong. I might need to spend some time adjusting it.

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Volume 19: Xing Qingjiu's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Brother, the wine is good, another bottle

There was a gloomy scene outside the window. The sky was covered by heavy dark clouds, completely blocking out the sunlight. From time to time, the sound of low wind passed through the gray clouds, sometimes humming, sometimes sharp, mixed with bursts of rustling sounds of leaves rubbing against each other. A depressing grayness filled the air between heaven and earth.

Near the window, the windmill that had been out of use for a long time stood quietly. Although the structure of the entire windmill was still intact, the wooden blades had long lost the vitality to rotate and could only occasionally make one or two creaking sounds of protest.

Xing Qingyu stood by the window, his fingertips tapping the frame softly, making a barely audible sound. He gazed at the windmill through the glass, silently pondering the conversation.

"So, what would happen in the original script?" Xing Qingyu finally spoke, breaking the silence in the room.

"Mr. Velvet will leave with the next gravekeeper and return in a few months," Zibia said, still sitting in the reclining chair, his hands folded on his knees, his posture appearing both relaxed and composed. "And he might be able to solve this case."

"So you want me to bear Weber's fate?" Xing Qingyu turned around abruptly, looked at Zibia, and asked the next question quite sharply.

"You're already doing that, aren't you?" Zibia's voice remained calm. He leaned back slightly, folded his hands and leaned against the back of the chair. His entire aura seemed to relax a little with this action.

"Since Weber can handle it, why let me come? Isn't this also a form of early intervention?" Xing Qingqu asked back. Although there was a hint of questioning in his tone, it was not strong or sharp. It seemed more like he was trying to discuss it with the other party. "Or is this just another NPC issuing a quest?"

"Because in a normal scenario, no... In my calculations, although there is a possibility that Mr. Velvet will take the risk in handling this case, the statistics of his actions so far suggest such an answer, that is, predictions about the past limit the total number of options—"

"—But I don't think the possibility is high. Moreover, in this scenario, Mr. Prime Mover, you have a great influence on Mr. Velvet. I'm not sure if he will still do this."

"How much risk will Weber have to take then?" Xing Qingqi crossed his arms over his chest and looked straight at Zibia.

"I'll intervene. The problem isn't too serious," Zibia said, still leaning back in his chair with a nonchalant expression. "But he and the gravekeeper are still at risk of death."

When Xing Qingyu heard this, he frowned and then let out a long sigh.

"Give me some time to think about it," he said. "I promised him I wouldn't interfere too much."

A brief silence filled the air between the two of them. Xing Qingqiu walked to the window, stretched out his hand and pushed it open. A cool, damp breeze immediately rushed in. He leaned on the windowsill, quietly gazing at the windmill outside the window.

The windmill's wooden paddles swayed slightly in the wind, but it never turned.

"Before Weber takes the gravekeeper away," Xing Qingqiu's voice suddenly sounded, "I won't take any action. This is his business." His gaze was still fixed on the window, as if he was talking to himself rather than Zibia.

"After he completes the purpose of this journey, I will investigate this matter." He paused for a moment, turned around and faced Zibia, and continued, "Although that guy Weber will definitely choose to take over the matter at that time, since it is risky for him, I'll do it myself-"

"--But, what about the reward?" Xing Qingqiu changed the subject, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Although it sounds utilitarian, I do have something to ask of Atlas Academy."

"You're eager to establish a partnership with the Atlas Institute, aren't you?" Zibia pondered for a moment before speaking, a hint of speculation in his tone. He slowly straightened up, his slender fingers tapping lightly on his knees, as if to match the rhythm of his words. "Indeed... I don't particularly enjoy living like a mole. While my inclinations as the dean can influence the direction of Atlas Institute's actions, I can't simply dictate the entire institute's actions in a short period of time—"

"—As a reward, I will tell you some information," Zibia's tone gradually calmed down, "so that you can cooperate with the Atlas Institute."

"Then, what do I need to do to start cooperation?" Xing Qingfu took over the conversation at the right time and continued the topic.

"You need to obtain a contract from the Atlas House," Zibia continued, leaning forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Xing Qingjiu. "Just as I'm here because the people of this village used a contract to ask the Atlas House for support to help them resurrect King Arthur. The Atlas House contract allows the people of the Atlas House to make an exception and assist the holder of the contract."

"Seven contracts were issued in total, and the Atlas Institute now only wants to reclaim them," Zibia continued. "So, if you only need to obtain the contracts that are still in the outside world, the Atlas Institute will support your plan—"

"——As the dean, I will also provide more assistance so that this contract can exercise greater power."

"Wait a minute, as the dean of Atlas Academy..." Xing Qingqiu narrowed his eyes and said, "Can't you just sign a new contract? Or is it only the founder who has the power to sign a contract?"

"Well... for now, there is," Zibia said, "but the assistance you provided is not worthy of the Atlas Academy signing a special contract. Although the contract in this case can still be called the Atlas Academy's contract, its actual effectiveness is not as good as a regular contract. There will be a small number of alchemists who will not recognize its validity -"

"—Of course, there might be deans who intentionally use this kind of contract to gain assistance from other people or organizations, but in most cases, it doesn't require the full strength of Atlas Academy to complete the commission, so this kind of contract is actually no different."

"Why don't you just sign one?" Xing Qingwu half leaned on the windowsill, tapping the window frame lightly with his fingers, making a crisp sound.

Zibia sighed, his tone a touch of admonition in his voice, "But what you're trying to do can't be accomplished with this kind of contract. By then, I'm afraid a considerable number of alchemists would refuse to acknowledge its validity."

"It sounds like you, as the dean, don't have much power." Xing Qingyu replied.

"The alchemists of the Atlas Academy still prefer their own research," Zibia said calmly, his eyes sweeping over the pile of instruments in the outer room. "However, if there's no Atlas Academy contract, it's fine. In this script, you and Sir Isaac are teacher and student, correct?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Xing Qingyu couldn't help but walk around the room twice, and finally leaned against the desk, leaning slightly towards Zibia.

"Did he ever give you anything like an apple?" Zibia straightened up, slightly adjusted the position of his chair, and asked.

"Oh, yes, yes." Xing Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, then with a flick of his right hand, he pulled out a quartered apple from the imaginary space. The apple's surface was as smooth as ever, as if time had stood still. Even after ten years, it still exuded a faint fruity fragrance. He gently tossed the apple in his hand. "Are you talking about this?"

"Well, Sir Isaac also entrusted me with a quarter. I'll give it to you next time we meet." Zibia's eyes fell on the apple, his eyes slightly brightened, and he tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair a few times. "If you collect it all, you can get the support of a considerable number of alchemists without the contract."

"So, what is its use?" asked Xing Qingwu.

"It's a ceremonial garment left behind by Sir Isaac," Zibia said. "In order to solve the problems of this universe, he created a key that would allow everyone to reach the Garden of Eden. This is it—"

"—He called it the Zhengxing Canal: The Millennium Kingdom. Its exact function is still unknown. I've studied it for hundreds of years and haven't been able to decipher it. Perhaps only by gathering all four and assembling them can we get a clue."

"The Millennial Kingdom... refers to the Millennium Kingdom in Christianity," Xing Qingqiu thought while gently stroking the smooth surface of the apple. "The so-called Kingdom of Christ..."

"That's exactly what a teacher would do... The Kingdom of Christ includes both the spiritual kingdom and the tangible kingdom. The former is the church. If it's the Millennial Kingdom, then it should refer solely to the tangible kingdom." He paused briefly, his tone slightly helpless. "I need to look up the specifics to see what it means."

"But what does this Zhengxing Canal mean?" Xing Qingwu turned his attention to the prefix of the name, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"That name sounds like something related to the Fifth Law," Zibia said, lost in thought. His gaze swept across the room, finally settling on the rolling clouds outside the window. He spoke slowly, "But I have no idea what it refers to."

"I have absolutely no idea..." Xing Qingfeng sighed, casually placing the apple back into the imaginary space. He put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the wall, and lowered his gaze. "So my main quest is to collect this thing?"

"No, Sir Isaac later abandoned this method and divided it into four parts and gave them to different people for safekeeping as a backup. After all, after the emergence of the First Impetus, we no longer need such a compromising method." Zibia shook his head and continued, "So after you collect them all, you probably won't be able to use them much. They can only serve as a symbol—"

"—as a symbol of reaching the end of alchemy, that is, reaching the transformation of phenomena." Zibia paused, a hint of profound emotion in his tone. "There are still many alchemists who follow this symbol. At least it is easier for the people of the Atlas Academy to convince them than I am."

"Hmm..." Xing Qingqiu pondered, standing by the window with a slightly furrowed brow, looking at the gradually blurring windmill through the haze outside the window. He slowly sorted out what he had just said.

"I think it's better to go find that contract," Xing Qingqi sighed softly, rubbing his neck while shifting his gaze from the window back into the house. After a moment's silence, he continued, "Okay, there will be NPCs issuing quests wherever you go—"

"--Let's put these aside for now. What will happen if this matter is not dealt with?"

"It only affects the entire Wilson region," Zibia said calmly, as if he had already prepared for this. "I will intervene here. Once I'm sure that King Arthur's resurrection is completely impossible, I can take action to stop it."

"Okay, I understand," Xing Qingfeng sighed, "I'll take this mission. What are you going to do next?"

"I will continue to monitor them from here until King Arthur is resurrected or their plan has no chance of success," Zibia replied, then paused briefly. "Beyond that, I will not and cannot interfere in any way."

Xing Qingqiu chuckled softly, his tone tinged with a hint of sarcasm. "I see. The NPC won't move until the mission is complete. Even if he can solve the problem by just raising his hand, there have to be a bunch of messy additional conditions restricting his actions," he said. "Really? Once you accept this setting, it feels quite exciting."

"Perhaps this is your characteristic as the first mover." Zibia said meaningfully.

"Who knows?" Xing Qingwu stood up and stretched gently, his back slightly bent, looking a little tired. "Oh, I'm only a little over 30 years old, but I feel a little old. Really."

"Your body shouldn't have an aging mechanism, right?" Zibia asked. "How strange. I've even gone so far as to transform into a Dead Apostle to continue my life, and yet you, with a body like this, are actively adjusting it to be more like... a normal human?"

"Maybe it's because I'm still young. I don't worry about not living long enough. It's enough for each generation to do its own thing," Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment and replied, "I don't care whether I will die young or not. On the contrary, I'm more afraid that I will be out of the ordinary human understanding of the world—"

"—This is also a kind of ritual in life, isn't it?" Xing Qingjiu said, "Just like you also like drinking as a hobby."

"Haha... maybe," Zibia did not refute anything, but just watched Xing Qingqi get up and prepare to leave the cabin.

Xing Qingwu turned to leave, his steps light, but he stopped just before touching the doorknob. He suddenly turned around, his eyes glancing at the empty bottle on the table. He was slightly startled and couldn't help licking his lips.

"It seems the bottle is empty," he said, still staring at the empty bottle. After a moment's silence, he suddenly continued -

"——The wine just now was good, do you have any more?"

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Volume 20: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Even if you leave me behind, I will catch up immediately

A gloomy sky enveloped Mount Snowdon, casting a gloomy shadow over everything surrounding the village. Thick clouds obscured the sun, and the air was filled with a damp, oppressive atmosphere. The distant mountains seemed shrouded in a hazy gray veil. Xing Qingfeng trod along the soft dirt path, occasionally hearing the rustling of small stones beneath his feet. He carried a heavy case of wine, his hands swaying beside him in the wind. Looking down slightly, he could see a hint of dirt on the case.

As he crossed a slope and approached the church, he spotted Waver standing in the small square in front of it. Lanis leaned against the stone pillar at the entrance, her arms folded across her chest, seemingly sulking. Behind them, Belsac and Gray stood at the steps, and next to Belsac stood the fat, ball-like priest Fernand, the two of them conversing in low voices.

"Mr. Xing." Weber was the first to notice Xing Qingjiu. He quickly stepped forward, his tone filled with anxiety. "Are you done talking?"

Xing Qingyu raised his head, nodded slightly and said, "Well, he is indeed just monitoring and will not interfere with any actions."

"I will also carry out my promise from now on." He paused for a moment, then added in a calm but clear voice, "I will not take any action until you leave here."

Weber breathed a sigh of relief, but Lenise's frown deepened. She suddenly raised her head and glanced at Weber, a hint of displeasure in her eyes. Although she understood what the two had been talking about, the feeling of being kept in the dark made her even more dissatisfied.

She was upset that Weber hadn't told her about this.

Weber didn't seem to notice Lanise's displeasure, but instead sighed again at this moment.

"What are you going to do now?" Xing Qingqi asked, turning his gaze from Weber to Lanise, observing her subtle expression.

"Take Lanis down the mountain," Weber said softly. "After all, there are too many things involved here."

"The simultaneous appearance of the Holy Church and the headmaster of the Atlas Academy, along with the three of us gathered here, is itself a symbol of Mr. Kenneth's stance. With our purpose still unclear, our presence will undoubtedly significantly arouse the vigilance of other factions, and may even be the straw that breaks the camel's back—"

Weber's hand unconsciously scratched his collar, his eyes passed Xing Qingqi and continued to stare at the deep sky.

"--It's too dangerous here. I can't let Lanis stay here and take risks with me."

Lanis stood aside. Upon hearing this, her body stiffened slightly, her brow furrowed, her lips pursed, and the resentment on her face became increasingly evident. Her hands were folded over her chest, the joints of her fingertips particularly noticeable, as if she were exerting extreme force. She lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the ground, and bit her lower lip, as if forcing herself not to show any emotion.

Xing Qingqiu glanced at her and saw her tense expression. He understood a little, but didn't want to disturb her too much. He turned his gaze to Weber. He thought for a moment and finally decided not to tell Weber what he saw.

——Anyway, he probably knows it in his heart.

"Then I won't give it to you." Xing Qingjiu gently raised the wine box in his hand, his tone relaxed and unhurried, as if suddenly changing the subject, and showing off his spoils in the meantime, "Zbia gave me a box of red wine, and I slowly enjoyed it in the church by myself."

Weber was stunned for a moment, clearly distracted by Xing Qingfeng's reaction. He sighed softly, as if about to complain, but ultimately shook his head helplessly. "You can clearly be placed in the imaginary space... Never mind. Anyway, I'll take my leave for now."

Thanks to Xing Qingjiu's sudden interruption, his anxiety eased a little, but he still couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Xing Qingfeng said nothing more, simply watching Weber pull Lanise down the mountain. The damp dirt path was already soaked by the humid air, and the soil made a slight "crunching" sound under their feet. Lanise walked for a while and suddenly stopped, looking back in the direction of the church, then turned back to look at Weber.

She said nothing, but continued walking, gently pulled by Weber. Xing Qingyu stood there, watching their disappearing figures, a thoughtful look in his eyes. As the two walked further away, Xing Qingyu sighed softly and muttered, "Ah, Weber, that brat, really..."

A gray sky enveloped the surroundings, with low-hanging clouds, and it seemed as if a downpour would break out at any moment. Despite Tsbia's intervention, this sudden onset of rain was quite typical of the British climate. Mountains loomed vaguely in the distance, and the wet mountain road wound down, a mixture of mud and rock, with an unpleasant, sticky feel.

Xing Qingjiu stood on the hillside, watching Weber and Lanis disappear until they were mere silhouettes in the distance. He lowered his head, gently patted the wine box in his hand, and then turned and walked towards the church. The wine box in his hand swayed gently with his steps, making a subtle clinking sound that was particularly clear in the silent mountain air.

Down the mountain road, Weber continued walking, his gaze fixed squarely ahead, seemingly unwilling to meet Lanise's gaze. Lanise, on the other hand, followed him silently, her head bowed, a look of faint displeasure written across her face. Along the way, the two of them simply advanced in silence, their footsteps making a dull thud on the wet earth.

"Weber." Lanis suddenly called out in a low voice.

Weber didn't respond, simply continuing forward, as if he hadn't heard her voice. Lanis folded her arms tightly across her chest and bit her lip, seeming a little disappointed. But she said nothing more, simply continuing to walk silently. An indescribable silence seemed to hang heavy in the air. The mountain path was lined with dense branches and leaves, and the wind rustled through the trees, bringing with it a subtle rustling sound.

"Weber Velvet!" Lanis suddenly shouted again, this time her voice was a little excited and sharp.

This time, Weber paused slightly, his brow furrowed, but he didn't stop. Lanis's voice still couldn't break the silence in the mountains, and Weber continued walking down the mountain without looking back.

Lanis's eyes grew more silent, the irritation fading. She lowered her head, her gaze unconsciously falling on the slippery path. She gripped her elbow tightly, her fingertips pale, as if she were trying desperately to control her emotions. She sighed softly, still silent.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, Lanis paused. She raised her head and suddenly whispered:

"El-Melloi… Second?"

This time, Weber finally stopped, his body stiffened slightly, he slowly turned his head, and his eyes finally fell on Lanise.

"Wait a minute," Weber said quickly, "but let's forget about this title."