Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Lanis looked at him, a smile on her lips, but there was not much warmth in that smile:

"Are you afraid of that title?"

Weber was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and adjusted his collar, as if trying to hide something.

"It's not that I'm afraid..." He paused and sighed softly, "I just feel it's not appropriate."

"Do you think I'll hold you back?" Lanis's tone was provocative, her eyes sharp, as if trying to find the answer from Weber's face. Her steps were light, and her shoes made a slight "crunch" sound when they touched the slippery soil on the muddy path.

"I'm obviously much better than you in terms of magic talent."

Weber paused slightly, his eyes somewhat evasive, not daring to meet her gaze directly.

"No... not really." He denied hastily, with a hint of unnaturalness in his tone, "Actually... when I came here... I assumed that you would follow me." After saying this, he felt a little unsteady on his feet, and his pace involuntarily slowed down.

"I won't be happy if you say this now." Lanis said with a pout.

"But the situation is different now." Weber's voice was heavy with a hint of oppression. As he spoke, the mountain mist seemed to thicken even more, blurring the distance between them. He raised his head, his gaze sweeping across Lanis's face before finally resting on the distant, mist-shrouded mountaintop. He continued, "I'm not sure of the exact rank of the Holy Church, but I'm certain it's not a local power. The fact that this village worships the Black-Faced Madonna is a clear indicator of this, and the dean of the Atlas House..." He paused, his voice trembling slightly. "It's completely beyond my imagination. The risk is too great."

Before he could finish his words, Lanis interrupted him.

"Weber," she whispered, her tone less sharp and more full of undisguised dissatisfaction. The mountain breeze blew between them, lifting her golden hair. The humidity in the air made her hair seem heavy, hanging damply over her shoulders, the slightly curled ends fluttering gently.

"You look so disgraceful now."

Weber froze, his mouth slightly open, but no sound came out. He raised his hands and then lowered them, as if wanting to argue, only to realize he couldn't explain his utter disarray. His coat was stained with mud, his cuffs frayed from climbing, and even the soles of his shoes were stained with a few wet blades of grass.

"I..." He finally spoke with difficulty, but stopped after uttering one word.

Renis no longer paid attention to his hesitation. With a gentle smile, she passed him with a light step and walked ahead. Weber seemed a little clumsy, his pace unconsciously slowing down, and his back became a little weak. His eyes would occasionally glance at Renis's back, trying to keep up, but he was always a step behind.

Finally, when the two reached the foot of the mountain, the muddy ground beneath their feet gradually paved over to form a relatively smooth driveway. Lanis paused and glanced back at Weber. Silence reigned all around, save for the occasional rustling of leaves by the wind. The dampness of the air grew stronger, and the clouds above the mountain seemed to hang down oppressively.

She stood there, looking at the empty driveway, her face unchanged, but she turned calmly and looked at Weber.

"So, where's the car?" she asked.

Weber glanced down at the road ahead, looking somewhat helpless. "Because this place is so remote, it'll take some time for the driver to get here." He paused, then added, "Maybe a little later."

Lanis did not respond immediately. She just nodded slightly, and did not seem to be in a hurry to express any opinion.

"Is that so? That's perfect." She suddenly spoke, her tone lacking her usual sharp sarcasm. Instead, it sounded surprisingly calm. Her gaze shifted from the distant driveway back to Weber. "Don't worry. There's no rush anyway."

Weber was a little surprised. He had originally prepared himself for a harsh rebuke from her, but she didn't say anything. Usually, Lanis was extremely picky about these things, and would even mock him a little.

——But it was this abnormality that once again gave Waver a bad feeling in his stomach.

"I'll stay here with you while you wait for the bus." Weber hesitated for a moment before speaking.

A hint of amusement flashed in Lanis's eyes. She chuckled softly and shook her head slightly.

"No need," she said in a low voice. "Go back. You're not allowed to rest at all and crawl back up the mountain in such a mess."

Weber didn't answer, but just stood behind Lanis. His breathing was a little rapid, and the fatigue left by climbing down the mountain still lingered, but he tried to straighten his back, as if to hide his miserable appearance.

"Do you remember what I said to you when we were going up the mountain?" Lanis's voice suddenly sounded. She did not turn around, but clasped her hands in front of her chest and tilted her head slightly to one side, as if she was just asking casually.

Waver remained silent, his gaze lowered to the mist-soaked ground beneath his feet. His hand moved slightly, but ultimately remained still.

Lanis didn't seem to mind his silence. She raised the corners of her mouth slightly and answered herself: "If my control ability were to improve to another level, I would abandon you without hesitation -"

Her voice was filled with her usual contempt and teasing, the last syllable drawn out, as if she were savoring every word. She paused, then finally turned around, her gaze settling on Weber.

"—Do you still remember your answer?"

“…” Weber’s Adam’s apple moved, but he didn’t speak.

After a long moment, he finally answered in a low voice, his tone slow and firm: "Even if you leave me behind, I will catch up with you immediately."

Lyannis's eyes flickered, and her smile deepened, as if she were very pleased with the answer. "I like that answer very much," she whispered, her tone unusually gentle, but she quickly reverted to her usual sarcastic tone. "Now, go back, sweating and awful, crawling back to the mountain on all fours, without stopping—"

"--It's a pity that I can't see you in such a mess again." She narrowed her eyes slightly, with a hint of evil amusement in her tone.

Weber raised his head, as if about to say something, but in the end he just let out a long breath. He straightened up and said calmly, "Then you..."

Lanis interrupted him, her voice becoming more intense: "Webber Velvet—"

Her tone drawled out, emphasizing her words.

"——As a gentleman, you should respect the lady's request."

Weber froze for a moment, the weariness and helplessness between his brows gradually fading. He didn't argue any further, but pulled a cigar and lighter from his pocket. He placed the cigar between his lips, lit it, and took a deep breath. The curling smoke dispersed through the mist, blending into the humid air.

"Then I'll take my leave first." Weber turned around and said, without looking at Lanis again, he raised his foot and stepped onto the mountain road.

Lanis stood there quietly, watching his back gradually disappear on the winding and steep mountain road. Weber's pace was slow, and he occasionally stumbled, obviously exhausted, but he did not stop or look back. Even though he was panting and stumbling, he still stubbornly walked forward.

The fog grew thicker, and his figure became blurred in the mist until it completely disappeared from sight. Lannis lowered her head and gently played with the hem of her skirt. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

About twenty minutes later, a car finally arrived. It slowly stopped beside Lanise, and the driver rolled down the window, about to greet her. However, he was suddenly taken aback, his words stuck in his throat, and his expression became stiff.

——What he saw was a pair of unusually bright eyes, which were now glowing with scarlet light.

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This is probably how I understand the changes in Waver and Reinis's personalities under these circumstances. If Reinis and Waver hadn't experienced the turmoil of El-Melloi's collapse, I think their personalities would be more "self-centered," or, in other words, more nagging (laughs).

This part of the story was actually glossed over in the original novel. According to Lannis's recollection, "Because my brother sent me back to the clock tower right after, he was very tough on me. I clearly prepared all kinds of things such as barriers and delay magic, but in the end, it was all in vain." In fact, the tone of her voice is still very dissatisfied (

The Lainis here has not experienced so much. Although she is still in charge of many affairs in the El-Melloi School, she has not grown to be as "sensible" as in the original work.

The same is true for Weber, who has grown in another direction. In the original work, he is actually a person with "relatively orthodox values as a magician", but here he is completely led astray by Kenneth and the protagonist, and his values are also different.

Thinking from these two directions, although I wrote about Lanis being sent away step by step (because it is indeed reasonable), I expanded it a little bit. I was thinking about what would happen to these two people in this context, and thus wrote this chapter.

The above is a new book by a new author. Please vote and give me feedback. Thank you!

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By the way, I recommend this book "The Monster User Doesn't Want to Become the Ultimate Lifeform"

Normal starting monster combination: Gomora + Eleking + Bemundstan

The best monster combination at the start: Hyperzetton + EX Tyrant + Maga Orochi

Lin Zhun's starting monster combination: Cosmic Cat x3

"Hahaha, great, I'm dead this time."

Inheriting the power of the ultimate life form certainly sounds good, and it is actually very good, but it would be a different story if this ultimate life form was from Reblad.

Do you think you can steal Lao Deng’s gold coins?

However, the fact is that Lao Deng has been eyeing your piggy bank for a long time, waiting for you to fall into this pig-killing scheme.

In short, for Lin Jun, who inexplicably appeared on Hama Star, this magnificent universe is far more beautiful than he imagined... and more dangerous.

"But even so, I will still choose to fight for others, even if I am not Ultraman of Light."

Volume 21: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Helping Brothers

Xing Qingjiu, carrying a faded beechwood wine chest, walked briskly down the path toward the church, the brass buckles jingling softly as he moved. Moss, soaked with morning dew, spread through the cracks of the gray stone walls. A few lavender thistles poked out from the walls, trembling slightly in the moist air. The sky above was gray, with dark clouds as low as cotton wool, but no rain had yet fallen. Xing Qingjiu's clothes swayed gently in the breeze, and he appeared carefree and relaxed.

"Mr. Xing," Priest Fernande rolled out of the porch, wrapped in a tight white robe. He was panting slightly, wiping the sweat from his round face. The silver chain at his waist jingled with his movements. The wide white robe seemed a little too tight, barely covering his round figure. He narrowed his eyes, which were always full of smiles, and fixed his gaze on the wine box in Xing Qingjiu's hands. He asked eagerly, "Where are you going?"

"Oh, I met a guy at the windmill cottage on the hill who was very interesting to talk to," Xing Qingjiu said casually. "Before leaving, he insisted on giving me a case of wine. I couldn't refuse his kindness, so I had to accept it shamelessly."

He raised the wine box in his hand, a complacent smile on his face, "By the way, this wine is of good quality. We can all try it together during dinner."

"Oh, how can I be so embarrassed..." Priest Fernande tried to refuse, but his round face was already blooming with a smile, his eyes almost narrowed into slits, making it clear why he was so fat. He took a few steps closer, extended his chubby hand, and said in a very attentive tone, "Do you need my help to move in? You can tell he's not light."

"No need to trouble you. This amount is not a problem for me." Xing Qingjiu waved his hand and continued to walk forward with the wine box. His steps were steady and he looked very comfortable.

As he passed by Belsac, he stopped, looked up and greeted the burly, slightly stern-looking middle-aged man: "Good morning, Mr. Belsac."

Belsac stood nearby, wearing simple work clothes, his hands still slightly stained with dirt, clearly having just finished manual labor. His expression remained calm, but at Xing Qingjiu's greeting, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, as if he was surprised that Xing Qingjiu had taken the initiative to greet him.

"I'm a little sorry that I couldn't chat with you just now." Xing Qingyu said in a relaxed and natural tone.

"You..." Belsac looked at Xing Qingjiu, then at Priest Fernand standing not far away, as if he felt this wasn't a place suitable for a deep conversation. He pondered for a moment, then changed the subject, "...Are you free this afternoon?"

"Haha, I'm free." Xing Qingqi laughed heartily. "I came here just to relax. I have no intention of interfering with Weber's actions. I just want to have a vacation."

"If you have time this afternoon, can you come to my house?" Belsac nodded slightly. "I have something I want to talk to you about."

"No problem, see you this afternoon." Xing Qingjiu replied. He lifted the wine box slightly, signaling that he would go first, and then walked towards the church gate with ease.

Belsac watched Xing Qingjiu's back as he walked away, lowered his head in thought for a while, then turned and walked to the other side. His entire outline looked even more rugged under the cover of dark clouds, forming a sharp contrast with the thin Gray next to him.

Not far away, in front of the church, Priest Fernande stood on the broad stone steps, still gazing at Xing Qingjiu with a broad smile. The anticipation on his face was almost written in plain sight, as if he were already planning how to get a few more free glasses of wine at dinner. His chubby figure leaned awkwardly against the church doorframe.

"Doesn't the church here have daily mass?" Xing Qingqi asked, looking at the empty church.

"The villagers only attend Sunday services," Father Fernand explained. "They don't come on weekdays."

"Is that so?" Xing Qingqi nodded. "By the way, where is Sister Ilumia?"

"Oh, she's teaching at the village school now," Priest Fernande said casually, his smile still lingering. "She'll be back at the church for lunch at noon, so you should be able to see her this afternoon."

"I see." Xing Qingyu nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings, seemingly lost in thought. After a moment, he changed the subject and asked with a smile, "By the way, is there a lake nearby?"

Priest Fernande blinked, apparently a little surprised by the question: "Why are you asking this...?"

"I'm here on vacation," Xing Qingqiu stretched out his arms casually, his smile casual. "I think the scenery here is nice. If I could find a quiet place to fish, it would be even more perfect."

"Fishing?" Priest Fernande suddenly realized and smiled even more brightly. "Yes, yes, yes! But you might need to go a little way away from the village, down the mountain a little way. If you go in the other direction, you'll find a small lake. The water is very clear and there are plenty of fish. But brother, do you have your fishing gear?"

"Fishing gear?" Xing Qingqi raised his eyebrows, as if thinking seriously, then waved his hand, "Maybe I'll have to make a set, just find some materials to make do."

"That won't do!" Priest Fernande said enthusiastically, "I'll lend you a set. I guarantee it will work perfectly."

"Okay, thank you in advance." Xing Qingwu chuckled and nodded, the wine box in his hand shaking slightly with the movement.

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The afternoon sky was shrouded in thick, dark clouds, as if a torrential downpour might pour down at any moment. However, the expected downpour did not arrive. Instead, the clouds gradually dispersed, revealing a clear sky. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, and the air was filled with the scent of damp earth. Perhaps it was that guy Zibia's doing; after all, according to common sense, today should have been a sunny and beautiful day.

After praying at noon in the church, Xing Qingjiu had a simple lunch. He mentioned the fishing gear that Ferdinand had given him. The wooden handle had been polished smooth, clearly showing its age. Perhaps Ferdinand wasn't always this fat. Perhaps he was thin when he was young, so he went fishing often.

However, judging from the dust on the fishing gear, going down the mountain to fish is still too challenging for this fat guy.

Xing Qingfu gently dusted off his fishing gear, then walked out of the church and headed towards the cottage where Belsac lived.

A short while later, Xing Qingfeng arrived at Belsac's cottage. The exterior walls were already somewhat mottled, and the rust on the doorknob was particularly conspicuous. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, and the door panel made a dull sound.

"Come in." Belsac's voice came from inside the house.

Xing Qingyu pushed open the door and walked into the small room. The light inside was dim, and the air was filled with a faint musty smell, as if it hadn't been ventilated for a long time. The room was sparsely furnished and cramped, its walls cluttered with miscellaneous items: worn wooden boxes, rusted tools, and some unknown bottles and jars. The floor was covered with old wooden planks, their surface worn beyond recognition, cracked in places, and creaking when stepped on.

Although the furniture in the room was complete, it all looked very worn. A few chairs were placed crookedly on the side, the table was piled with miscellaneous items, and in the corner was a pile of unsorted books and papers. The edges of the papers were yellowed, obviously showing some age. In the corner of the room, an oil lamp burned quietly -

——This damn place doesn't even have electricity, so you have nothing to do with your neighbors.

Belsac sat on a small wooden chair, its massive frame creaking under his weight. On the oak table before him sat a brass cup filled with a dark brown liquid that looked like coffee, but was murky and more like muddy water.

"Would you like some coffee?" Belsac raised his head and looked at Xing Qingwu and asked.

"Ah, thank you for your kindness," Xing Qingqi took a sip of coffee, then blocked his taste buds.

Not only does it look like muddy water, it actually tastes a lot like it, too. If Xing Qingjiu didn't block his sense of taste, it would take a lot of effort to keep his expression from distorting while drinking coffee.

Belsac didn't seem to notice Xing Qingjiu's subtle change, or perhaps he did, but he was well aware of how bad his coffee was. He leaned back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest, and gazed thoughtfully out the window. The sunlight filtered through the window onto his face, highlighting the determined lines in his features.

"Are you familiar with the guests over there, Qi Lingba Wu Siliu Baqi?" Belsak suddenly spoke, with a hint of temptation in his voice.

"We have some connection, I guess." Xing Qingfeng was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "We talked about some things going on inside the Atlas Academy."

"Is that so..." Belsac nodded, his eyes still fixed on the window, as if he didn't intend to delve deeper into this topic.

The room fell into a brief silence, with only the flame of the oil lamp flickering and making a slight crackling sound.

"By the way, did you go out last night?" Belsac asked, changing the subject.

"Huh?" Xing Qingfan shook his head and replied, "Of course not. I have always followed the village rules you mentioned. I was reading in church last night—"

He paused, looking directly at Belsac.

"—So, what happened?"

"An incident occurred last night," Belsac replied. "Someone broke a taboo in the village. If anyone breaks it, I will know about it."

Xing Qing raised an eyebrow slightly, his fingers gently rubbing the brass coffee cup in his hand. The liquid in the cup was still turbid and exuded a bitter aroma. He lowered his head, and the movement of drinking coffee concealed the momentary awkwardness in his expression.

"Sure enough, there's surveillance..." Xing Qingqiu thought to himself. "Luckily, I took this into consideration and chose a detour to pray. But this also proves... that there's a connection between the Black-Faced Madonna and the gravekeeper."

"What do you mean?" Xing Qingqiu pressed. He wanted to ask directly whether the people who returned to the village forgot to worship the statue of the Virgin Mary because it was too late, but before he could say anything, he realized that this question was too intentional, so he changed the question, "Which taboo was broken?"

"Besides, wouldn't it be better to just find out who did it?" Xing Qingyu thought for a moment and continued, his tone tentative, "Catch the person who violated the taboo and ask them what they want to do."