Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

The mist in the Blackmoya Cemetery gradually thinned under the midday sun, revealing an ancient forest of ivy-covered stele. Belsac unbuttoned the top brass button of his shirt. The magic seal on his collarbone flickered with his breathing. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and a subtle burning sensation spread as his fingertips touched the seal.

——A small magic trick to enhance physical strength. In fact, when he just inherited the magic mark of the previous generation of gravekeeper, he thought that magic was really useful and could handle a lot of troubles in life very well.

But looking back now, mystery is ultimately something extraordinary, a privilege enjoyed by the aliens. It once made his life feel extremely convenient, but now it seems out of place.

Beyond the hemlock fence, the church bells rang for midday prayer, startling a flock of turtledoves not far away. Gray feathers fluttered across the sky, casting fleeting shadows at Belsac's feet. He bent over and picked up the chopped wood, piling it in the shadow behind the house with a dull thud.

Belsac sat on a creaky wooden chair, eating dry, hard bread with cold tea.

"Belsac." A male voice suddenly called out, startling the sparrows on the windowsill. "Is this all we have for lunch?"

Belsac turned and saw the rotund figure of Priest Fernand crossing the cemetery path. The clay pot in his hands was steaming, stained with the unique mud of the swamp. The hem of the priest's robe was torn by thorns, revealing his faded underpants.

"I caught some fish this morning. I can't finish them all by myself, and it would be a pity to leave some leftovers." Priest Fernando placed the clay pot on the wooden table, and the bottom of the pot made a dull sound when it hit the table.

"Last time I ate what you sent me, I nearly fell asleep," Belsac said calmly, his fingers already lifting the lid of the clay pot. As steam rose, he saw a few small white streaks faintly visible in the murky soup.

"Is this all you caught?" Belsac raised his eyebrows, stirring the soup with a wooden spoon, creating tiny whirlpools.

"It's already pretty good!" Priest Fernande emphasized. "At least one person can't finish it all."

Belsac tore off a piece of bread and dipped it into the fish soup.

"I think finding a random lake and setting up some fish traps would yield a better catch than this." He chewed the soup-soaked bread, his Adam's apple rolling as the mark on his collarbone shone slightly. "It tastes okay, though."

"Why can't I catch a fish as big as Mr. Xing's?" Priest Fernande sighed, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the cracks on the edge of the pottery jar. "We went to the same place and used the same fishing gear."

"I hear the Chinese are really good at fishing," Belsac replied nonchalantly. "They probably use some special technique."

"Alas... I was originally planning to have him teach me a few tricks," Priest Fernande sighed, "but with so much going on, I don't have the energy to focus on these things anymore."

Priest Fernando shook his head and turned to walk towards the church.

"By the way," Belsac suddenly called out to Priest Fernand, "When are you leaving?"

“……?” Priest Fernande turned around in confusion, not understanding Belsac’s meaning.

"Didn't Ilumia transfer out shortly after the incident?" Belsac said, "Your mission here as a Templar has been completed, right?"

"But lost sheep still need guidance," Priest Fernande sighed. "How can I leave them alone?"

"Are you going to drag the fanatics who have just left one faith into another?" Belsac asked in return.

"Even if it's just for a moment, as long as it can soothe a heart ravaged by this tremendous loss," Priest Fernande said gently. "We can consider whether or not we still have faith later."

"Are you really from the Holy Church?" Belsac raised his eyebrows and said.

"Thankfully, thanks to the Ecumenical Council, people like me aren't condemned as heretics." Priest Fernande chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Besides, I simply don't have the face to abandon this village at a time like this."

"I'm wondering what my mindset was when little Gray's face changed," Priest Fernande continued, minding his own business. "Of course, I'm convinced that my actions at the time were correct based on my duties. While I'm convinced of this, I've been pondering for the past few years whether it can truly be considered a holy duty—"

"—We should be helping the Bishop convert the lost sheep. Indeed, it is the Lord's teaching to pluck out the young buds of disaster. But Gray shouldn't bear too much of this. If it's about official duties, perhaps I'm right, but if it's about holy ministry..."

"...Am I not resolute enough? That goes against the original intention of my faith in the Lord," Priest Fernande said. "Since, as a shepherd, I have done something that is beneath my priestly duty, then I should make amends here."

"I seem to understand why the Holy Church chose you as a monitor." Belsac shook his head. "In peacetime, no one would be more suitable than you to slowly help the heretics adapt to the environment."

"Is that a compliment?"

"That's what I meant." Belsac nodded.

"Okay." Fernand looked at Belsac again, and after confirming that he had nothing to say, he continued to walk slowly towards the church.

Priest Fernand's back gradually disappeared at the end of the cemetery path. Belsac watched him go away until his figure was completely absorbed in the shadow of the church.

Belsac sat silently on the tree stump, looking down at the food container in his hands. The warmth of the fish soup had long since dissipated, leaving only the last half of a small white fish bar floating at the bottom. Belsac dipped the last piece of hard bread into the soup and chewed it slowly. The dryness of the bread was slightly neutralized by the savory flavor of the fish soup, but the rough texture was still evident.

He remembered that when Gray was here, she would always spread a layer of homemade jam on the bread, or bake it until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

——Even though only about a week had passed, Belsac felt as if it were already so distant, like a memory from a past life.

After lunch, Belsac set his food box aside and stood up to stretch. The afternoon sun filtered through the hemlock branches, casting dappled shadows on the ground. He walked to the well, cranked the windlass, drew a bucket of cool water, and scooped it up with his hands to wash his face.

Returning to the place where he chopped wood, Belsac picked up the axe again. The lines on the axe handle matched the calluses on his palm perfectly. This tool had been with him for so long that it had become a part of his body.

He bent down to pick up a piece of oak and placed it firmly on the stump. The surface of the stump was covered with crisscrossing axe marks, recording countless afternoons like this.

As the axe rose, sunlight gleamed on the sharp edge. Belsac took a deep breath, exerted force on his back, and the axe blade struck accurately into the wood grain.

He mechanically repeated this action, occasionally pausing to wipe the sweat off his face with a towel hung from a tree branch. At these moments, the silence of the cemetery became particularly noticeable. Without the sound of Gray offering water and talking beside him, even the crows' cries seemed particularly harsh. Belsac gazed into the depths of the cemetery, where the ancient tombstones, covered in ivy, shone with a mossy sheen in the sunlight.

He suddenly wondered where would be the most suitable place to be buried after his death.

The chopped firewood piled higher and higher in the corner, forming a neat barrier. As the sun began to set, Belsac finally paused. He straightened up and rubbed his aching neck and shoulders. In the dusk, the mist from the cemetery began to rise again, casting a hazy veil over everything.

At this moment, at this moment, the metallic sound of armor rubbing against each other came from outside the hemlock fence.

He was an old knight clad in emerald green armor, its surface covered in fine scratches, like wrinkles crawling across bronze skin. The scabbard of his knight's sword at his waist clashed with his leg armor, making a rhythmic sound that startled the crows preening their feathers on the tombstone.

"Dan?" Belsac asked doubtfully, "What are you doing here at this time? Are there any other matters with the government?"

"By order of the Queen." The old knight's voice was like the turning of rusty gears. "To compile a list of children under the age of fourteen in the village."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Bursak asked.

"The gentlemen in the parliament gave some symbolic resettlement measures, but if we want to wait for it to be actually implemented, I'm afraid I don't know how long it will take," the old knight said seriously, "but suddenly a kind-hearted person donated a large sum of money, and somehow those profit-seeking gentlemen in the parliament took action—"

"——So, I was specially assigned to count the children under the age of fourteen in the nearby villages and take them to the boarding school at the foot of the mountain for education."

When the old knight mentioned "donations from kind-hearted people", he suddenly remembered Xing Qingqi's smile when he was playing with the green cube. For some reason, he intuitively felt that it came from the other party's hand.

"That's a good thing," he said, a hint of weariness in his voice. "Can I help you?"

"No need, it's just a routine statistics, but..." The old knight paused and looked at Belsac sharply.

"Those children who are in unfamiliar places need an adult to look after them, preferably an adult that all the children are familiar with and trustworthy."

"You mean, let me go?"

"Are you going to continue being that magician here?" The old knight's tone suddenly became stern. "Brackmoya's bloodline will just let you..."

"Isn't your last name Blackmoya?" Belsac interrupted the old knight. "Dan Blackmoya?"

The old knight's expression stiffened instantly, his hand unconsciously pressing on the hilt of the sword, but quickly released it.

"The gravekeeper's business has nothing to do with me," he replied hoarsely, "and I hope it has nothing to do with you either."

Belsac fell silent. His gaze fell on the axe in his hand. The wooden handle had been worn smooth by time, and a few sawdust still clung to the blade. He gently ran his fingers over the blade, feeling the cool touch of the metal.

"That's about it," the old knight continued, his tone a little softer. "If you want to pack your luggage, it will only take a few days. Think about it yourself."

As dusk deepened, the cold gleam of armor and the fading glow of fireflies mingled in the cemetery. As the old knight turned and left, his cloak swept a few withered violets. Belsac watched him disappear around the corner of the hemlock wood and suddenly noticed that his knuckles were turning white as he gripped the axe handle.

Belsak rubbed the handle of the axe in his hand. The axe had accompanied him for almost half of his life. He remembered the first time he picked up the axe when he was still a teenager. Now, the lines on the axe handle were deeply imprinted in his palm.

He finally sighed and threw down the axe in his hand.

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Image: "Dan Blackmoya", Location: "Images/1739105418-100406584-112644532.jpg"

The old knight here, Dan Blackmoya, is the master of Robin Hood in Fate/EXTRA and the protagonist of the ceremonial costume "Knight's Pride". The distant relative of Belsac who became a knight mentioned earlier refers to him.

This is probably how the incident was handled.

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Volume 36: Xing Qingjiu's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Kenneth Wants to Be an Astronaut

Xing Qingqiu sat in his office in the clock tower, fiddling with a green cube between his fingers. Light slanted in from the window, casting a faint luster on the stone. Papers and tools lay scattered on the desk. The empty office was nearly silent, save for the occasional ticking of the clock.

"Although I've saved this thing..." Xing Qingfeng muttered, gazing at the Philosopher's Stone in his hand with a hint of dissatisfaction. The stone was translucent green, its surface shimmering with a warm glow, yet it felt cold to the touch. "But how do I export the data?"

The office light was dim, the air fresh yet tinged with the stifling summer heat. Outside the window was a vast expanse of sky, the curtains swaying gently in the breeze. And on the floor beneath his feet, a round mass of mercury sat quietly, its surface as smooth as a mirror.

Yes, this lump of mercury was one of Kenneth's most precious ceremonial items, the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid. Xing Qingfeng had specially retrieved the first few generations of the fluid from the warehouse; this version was exactly what he needed. Kenneth's current version had been extensively modified, etched with too many other features, and was no longer suitable for his current needs.

For example, Xing Qingwu only needs a lightweight operating system environment and does not need to pre-install a complex software system.

In the original design, instructions and data were stored directly in a hard drive-like storage structure without a separate memory unit.

Simply put, it only has storage devices but lacks memory for fast processing. This means that it is extremely difficult to make it perform tasks beyond the preset instructions, almost requiring the logic circuit to be redesigned from the ground up.

Although it is not impossible to deploy simple AI, if you simply deploy a basic AI and feed it a training set from scratch, the current Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid can also do it—

——But it is still a bit difficult to ask it to accommodate a model that stores a large amount of behavioral data.

Xing Qingfeng looked at the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid at his feet with some distress. Kenneth said he would take time to return to the Clock Tower to help today, but he still hadn't shown up. As for Xing Qingfeng himself... he wasn't cut out for this—

By using magic to alter the properties of mercury, manipulating the resistance of mercury to the flow of magic to change its pathways—this was the essence of the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid as a computer. Ordinary manipulation of magic to program basic programs or directly control it would be no problem for Xing Qingjiu, given his extensive experience in both magic and computing.

But the problem now was that he had to deeply restructure the existing infrastructure, adding other structures to achieve more complex functions. For example, he had to implant new computing modules into the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid or add other computing channels. For him, this was like challenging Kenneth's 32-story building just after learning how to intercept magic power with Lord Bull.

He still found it hard to imagine how Kenneth managed to carve out a computer from a lump of mercury with his bare hands. It felt like the old joke about rubbing a CPU with sand had come true.

"How did they do that..." Xing Qingqiu muttered to himself in annoyance. He didn't think he couldn't do it, but rather that this operation was completely beyond his comprehension. Using magic to alter the properties of mercury required extremely precise magical control and an understanding of its properties. And Kenneth was clearly exceptionally good at this, even able to construct such a complex system on such an unstable foundation.

"- No wonder even though this guy has not been interested in the magic for seven or eight years, the position of the leader of the mineral department is still his." Xing Qingyu thought.

Xing Qingyu took a deep breath and his eyes became more focused. He used a bit of his energy to gently drag a part of the Yueling marrow fluid, trying to adjust its structure.

As the magic power was injected, the silver surface of the mercury rippled slightly, but quickly returned to calm. Xing Qingqi frowned slightly, observing the mercury's reaction. He slowly adjusted the flow of magic power, meticulously altering the mercury's properties and fine-tuning its internal structure. He was so immersed in this process that time passed almost imperceptibly.

"This won't work..." Xing Qingfeng sighed softly and rubbed his temple. Once the underlying structure was involved, the fluid nature of the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid would make it too unstable. Xing Qingfeng would find it difficult to adjust the structure to accommodate the additional loads he wanted to add.

The sky outside was getting darker and darker, the sun's afterglow gradually fading, and the entire office became dim and quiet. Only the ticking of the clock reminded me that time was still passing silently, and a quiet sense of oppression filled the office.

Until the door of his office was pushed open, no, it cannot be said that, this office was originally occupied by Xing Qingfeng——

——His real master is the man with long golden hair at the door.

The dim office lights illuminated the tall figure at the doorway. The person outside made no sound, only the slight creak of the wooden floorboards, confirming their lack of haste. His long blond hair gleamed in the dim light, its long-untrimmed strands arcing across his shoulders.

In his hand, he held what looked like an aviation helmet. The man before him was no longer the young man who had displayed his talent and high spirits in the clock tower. His appearance bore the marks of time. Subtle traces of age and a hint of fatigue had transformed him from the once-superior genius into a more composed and composed being.

"Why did you come here just now?" Xing Qingwu asked casually.

"Debugging new equipment." Kenneth casually tossed the helmet on the table. "I've tried to make a module that, when used with AR Toolkit, can project data directly onto the helmet's glass panel. This should make it more convenient for astronauts to work. But it's still too bulky so far. I'm trying to figure out how to streamline it."

"Oh, augmented reality technology?" Xing Qingfeng nodded. "But this technology is probably only in its infancy these past few years. It will take at least another ten years before it truly receives widespread attention and application."

"That's great. I'll research it and see if I can register a few more patents to make a long-term investment for the company." Kenneth replied casually. Then, he noticed the Philosopher's Stone on Xing Qing's desk and fixed his gaze on it. "Is the data in here?"

"Hmm, it's a pretty pure spirit," Xing Qingfeng said calmly. "I didn't expect it would look like this when stripped down. After separating the memories held by the body and the soul that carried the spirit along with it, the remaining product looks more like some kind of large AI model."

"Isn't this what you speculated during your previous research?" Kenneth casually reconnected with the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid. "What was your conclusion back then? I remember it was because it was difficult to separate the spirit from the soul or the body, so it could only be a guess?"

"Yes, if the body and soul are separated, the spirit will inevitably attach itself to one or the other, making it almost impossible to exist independently," Xing Qingqi said. "At the time, I speculated that this was because the spirit, compared to the body and soul, is pure information and therefore cannot exist without a carrier. This situation is quite special, and we were able to observe this phenomenon."

"So you brought it back?" Kenneth asked, re-examining the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid in his hand. "How much data is there? This little Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid probably can't handle enough computing power..."

"Because this is a bit special," Xing Qingfeng said after thinking for a moment, "It was originally trained by summarizing the model information based on a person's behavioral data, and then it was injected into the computer for simulation. It should not have independent consciousness, but it may be the reason why King Arthur was summoned eight years ago-"

"—Both the spiritual and physical wavelengths resonated, causing some mutations in both," Xing Qingfu said. "After waking up, he stayed underground for eight years without coming out. I always feel that it would be a waste to let this guy disappear like this."

"Really?" Kenneth looked up at Xing Qingjiu, thought for a moment, and said nothing more. He lowered his head again and concentrated on transforming the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid in his hand.

"By the way," Kenneth suddenly broke the silence, "Can you see if the material of that helmet can be improved?"

Xing Qingfu raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the metal helmet, then picked it up and looked at it carefully, gently stroking the surface with his fingertips.

he asked quietly, his eyes lingering on the shape and structure of the helmet.

"It's still too heavy. With current technology, it's difficult to streamline the modules," Kenneth said, sighing slightly, looking somewhat helpless. "The prototype is right here. Can you see if there's anything you can optimize—"

"—There's no need for mass production anyway, so let's just put whatever we need on the market."

"Let me see..." Xing Qingqi raised the helmet to his eyes, carefully observing its appearance and details. "Is there no progress on the issue of ether isolation in a space environment?"

"Progress is slow," Kenneth sighed. "I've been keeping the return capsule in my workshop for research. Ultimately, I can only conclude that its technology isn't something we can replicate at this point—"

"—I also tried to find a few alchemists from the Atlas Academy through the Magic Association, but they couldn't understand the above formula either." Kayneth's tone was slightly low. "They said that Sir Isaac's alchemy has reached the end of alchemy. We are extremely lucky to be able to glimpse it now."

"Then you didn't ask those people from the Atlas Academy for any benefits?" Xing Qingfeng raised an eyebrow, a slight smile on his face. "It's an honor for them to show my teacher's skills to them. I have to squeeze something out of them."

"They provided some of the engine technology," Kenneth said with a smile. "Although the technology can't be replicated, the ideas can still be borrowed." His tone gradually became relaxed. "Currently, the ether's sealing effect can be extended to 27 hours. We should be able to release a satellite that orbits the Earth and then lands soon."

"Then it can't be done through a simple etching circuit." Xing Qingwu said casually, his eyes slightly narrowed, but there was a hint of amusement on the corner of his mouth. "But it's true, it's strange that something that made you come to me for help can be so simple."

"After all, after all, I've thought about it, and it seems like you're the only one left who's worked on a similar topic." Kenneth said, a hint of helplessness in his tone. "My own magecraft research is largely based on the etheric environment and the foundation of modern magic, so I can't adapt my thinking to it right away."

Xing Qingyu put down his helmet, opened the drawer, took out a few notebooks and flipped through them.

"Send me a copy of the requirements later, and I'll go to the lab and try my best." Xing Qingyu suddenly said, "By the way, don't you want me to come over and take a look at your place?"

"Thank you, but it's really not necessary." Kenneth waved his hand gently, a smile of relief in his voice. "Your own research project is far more important than what I'm working on, and I've got a lot of other things I need to work on, waiting for your results." His words were not polite at all, but rather full of anticipation. "Once the barriers between modern science and magic are broken down, a technological explosion and a new round of industrial revolution are almost certain."

"That's true." Xing Qingfeng nodded casually, his eyes flickering slightly, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he raised his head and asked calmly, "When is the first trial voyage planned?"