Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"January next year," Kenneth replied succinctly, a subtle glint of anticipation flashing in his eyes. "We'll complete the unmanned test flight in the second half of this year. If it's successful, I'll personally participate in the test flight in January next year."

"Are you sure?" Xing Qingqi's voice unconsciously rose in volume. He suddenly stood up and stared at Kenneth. "Sora's due date is around the time when the Weeping Umbrella Spirit Master IX abandoned Sansi and Silu."

Kenneth tilted his head slightly, as if considering the other party's question. After a while, he slowly spoke:

"This trial voyage is very important. It carries not only the fruits of modern science, but also some instruments derived from alchemy, which can be considered magical equipment. Therefore, its significance is quite important—"

"——There's only one candidate, and I thought about it for a long time, and I'm the most suitable one."

"Why don't I just go in for you?" Xing Qingyu couldn't help but sigh. He walked to the window and looked through the thick glass at the distant sky. The sky was gradually getting dark. "Do you really want your child to be born without ever seeing his father?"

"My child will see me many more times in the future, but this important opportunity only comes once." Kenneth's expression softened a bit, a smile breaking across his face, a flicker of confidence in his eyes. "Don't think you can just take advantage of me. I've been busy on this for five or six years."

Xing Qingwu was silent for a while, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he finally held back.

"Aren't you afraid of something happening?" he suddenly asked after a while.

Kenneth stopped, looked up at the ceiling, sighed softly, and then turned to Xing Qingqi. "I believe you will take good care of Sora and my child." He paused, then changed his tone, as if teasing, "Besides, I think even if something really happened, you would find a way to save me."

"Then find a way to stuff my head in there," Xing Qingfeng said noncommittally, "so I can take care of you if anything happens."

"The whole thing is being livestreamed. If other people see a floating head, that's not going to happen," Kenneth joked. "Besides, there's not much space reserved for you to hide. The chances of you being exposed are too high—"

"—Besides, does it really matter where you are?" Kenneth turned around and gently waved at Xing Qingjiu. "Sorry, this opportunity is mine alone."

Xing Qingyu couldn't help but click his tongue, his brows slightly furrowed. He shook his head impatiently, as he didn't think he could really persuade the guy in front of him.

"Alright," Xing Qingyu sighed. This was like a signal, and both of them tacitly turned their attention back to the things in their hands. Silence fell once again in the room.

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In fact, it should be quite obvious by now. The development of the aerospace line has always been a hidden line. When I mentioned Kenneth, I hinted at its development (

The protagonist occupies the bright line, while Kenneth occupies the dark line. However, the time for these two lines to merge is not now, and we have to wait for a while.

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Volume 37: Xing Qingjiu's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Welcome to join us, Teacher Velvet

Time passed by bit by bit, and the dim room was gradually affected by the changes in the sunlight outside.

In the clock tower office, the old, curved window frames gradually filled with the light of dawn, emerging from the shadows of the night. Xing Qingqiu sat at his desk, fiddling with his space helmet. His gaze alternated between the helmet and the scattered scraps of paper on the table, where densely packed structural diagrams and jottings of ideas gradually accumulated into a single mass.

He wasn't in his own lab, so he couldn't verify the test specifically. He just thought of it as a brainstorming session. Near dawn, he raised his eyes from the paper and looked at the wine cabinet in the room. He stood up and walked over to take down a bottle of aged wine from the shelf.

The sky gradually grew brighter, the shadows of the night gradually dispelled, and the clock on the table began to tick. Kenneth half-reclined on the sofa, adjusting the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid. He placed the silvery, mercury-like object beside him, his fingertips, gathering magic power, slowly traced across the surface of the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, creating tiny ripples.

After a while, Kenneth finally raised his head and glanced at Xing Qingfan.

"—Okay, let's do a trial run for now." He set down the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid and stretched, his back slightly tense from the long period of concentration. "I'll take it back to the workshop and slowly work on the specific modifications," he continued. "The computing power of this Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid isn't enough right now, so let's do a trial run to see if I'm on the right track."

Xing Qingyu nodded slightly, his eyes leaving the draft on the table and whispered:

"Okay." He then placed the wine glass back on the table and reached out to touch the ball of Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, taking control. He took a deep breath. After confirming everything was correct, he gently placed the green cube into the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid.

As the green block made contact, the surface of the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid seemed to be touched by something, and ripples instantly appeared on the surface of the metal. These fluctuations were violent at first, but soon subsided, and the surface of the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid returned to calm.

Xing Qing lowered his head, carefully adjusting the information input, his eyes fixed on the silver mercury liquid.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The air in the room was silent, as if everything had stopped flowing. Xing Qingfeng and Kenneth's eyes were fixed on the changes in the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid. The mercury liquid before them slowly and steadily changed from chaotic ripples to a clear outline.

At first, the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid resembled a still pool of water, its surface rippled slightly. Gradually, these ripples receded, becoming smooth. Over time, the surface of the mercury liquid began to slightly dent, as if reshaping itself. As the connection between the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid and the Philosopher's Stone grew more stable, these subtle changes magnified, and the liquid's shape became clearer.

As time went by, the changes in the mercury liquid became more and more obvious, and the outline became clearer and clearer. It gradually condensed into the shape of a person. At first, it was still a vague outline, but as the shape gradually improved, the outline began to become more specific. The surface of the mercury liquid was slightly shiny, still maintaining the metallic texture, but the details of the outline gradually became finer. From the eye sockets to the lip line, the bridge of the nose, the angle of the eyebrows and eyes -

——It’s exactly like King Arthur.

As the shape gradually took shape, the details of its body became clearer and clearer. Every curve of the "body" began to appear, and even the subtle muscle lines were perfectly reproduced. However, the surface of the body still retained the texture of metal, like a statue made of mercury. Every detail fit the appearance of King Arthur perfectly, but it only gave off an inorganic feeling.

The girl's eyes slowly opened, her pupils flickering in the glow of the mercury liquid. She seemed to subconsciously want to take some action, but there seemed to be a brief pause -

——Her body no longer moved. After opening her eyes, she remained still for a moment, as if she had completely frozen.

"What's going on? She's using such a huge amount of computing power right after opening her eyes?" Kenneth frowned, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. "The Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid can't handle the processing power on its own, so it's stuck."

"Well, the memory is full, right?" Xing Qingfeng sighed. "I also copied her previous memories into it. For her, it should be as if she was still in that village the moment before."

"Memory..." Kenneth repeated, instantly understanding Xing Qingfeng's meaning. "In other words, her brain is still in that information state, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she tried to access her original memories. And because of the sudden change in environment, she couldn't understand her current state, and the calculations were too heavy, so she got stuck."

Xing Qingfeng nodded without further explanation, but instead sighed softly. Kenneth stood up from the sofa and raised his hand to adjust the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid again.

Meanwhile, the girl's image remained frozen in that moment, even as her eyes slowly opened. The light shone through her blue pupils, remarkably bright, as if she had just awakened from some abyss. Her gaze was hollow, as if she were struggling to comprehend her own existence. Yet, despite the signs of consciousness, her entire being remained frozen, as if held captive by some invisible barrier, unable to take the next step.

"Hmm... let me adjust it a bit." Kenneth frowned slightly, his eyes focused on the gradually forming mass of mercury. He extended his hand, his magic power still concentrated on his fingertips. "Theoretically, there should be room for improvement. Let's see if we can get it running first."

Xing Qingfeng didn't rush to speak, but nodded silently. He turned around and sat back at his desk, continuing to work out his ideas on a scrap of paper. The office was once again enveloped in silence, with only the rustling of pens across paper and the occasional sound of distant operating systems interweaving to create a silence that felt isolated from the outside world.

However, just as this moment of peace was filled with quiet contemplation, suddenly, two footsteps were heard from the corridor. Xing Qingqiu and Kenneth noticed the movement outside almost at the same time, and they both stopped what they were doing. The footsteps gradually approached, and then, the office door was pushed open, and a familiar voice came out, with a hint of uncertainty and low expectation -

"—Mr. Xing, I'm planning to have Gray come next semester..." Waver's words seeped through the crack in the door, a hint of something unfinished. However, as he stepped into the room and his gaze took in the scene within, his steps suddenly froze, his face turning from its original calm to a blush of astonishment. He quickly lowered his head and looked away, as if trying to avoid confronting the situation before him.

The next person to enter was Gray, who looked a little nervous. She swept her eyes across the room and landed on the girl that was mimicked by the almost lifelike mercury liquid.

——Yes, that’s right, almost exactly the same as Gray, except that she is completely naked.

Gray's gaze swept across the room, finally stopping on the girl that was mimicked by the almost lifelike Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid.

The face was almost identical to hers, but with a cold, metallic texture and expressionless, hollow eyes. Her body stiffened slightly, and she subconsciously lowered her head, her hands clenched together, her fingertips practically turning white from the exertion.

Suddenly, Kenneth seemed to realize Gray's mood at the moment. He quickly took a coat from the hanger and quickly put it on the body made of Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, covering her outline and leaving only her face exposed.

But Gray did not focus on the naked body. Instead, her mind was completely attracted by the face, so she was not panicking because of shame.

Her gaze quickly shifted from Moon Spirit Marrow's face, but it remained a constant presence. She didn't want to see it, yet she couldn't completely banish it from her mind. Her hand reached for her hood, her fingertips gently tracing the fabric, as if finding something that offered a sense of security. She tugged at the edge of the hood, trying to pull it further down, completely hiding her face in its shadow.

As she moved, she took a slight step back, quietly squeezing in behind Waver, as if trying to use his presence to shield herself, seeking a sense of invisibility. Her steps were so light that they were almost silent, yet her natural reaction to avoid him silently revealed her current mood.

Gray tentatively raised her head to look at the other person. She raised her slightly lowered head and stared at the ball of mercury liquid, but she still didn't dare to look directly at the face that was almost identical to her own.

——She subconsciously felt disgust and fear towards that face.

"Mr. Xing," Weber's voice suddenly interrupted at this moment, with a hint of urgency, "Excuse me, don't you have any masks or anything like that...?"

"Oh, I see." Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment, and evidently realized the problem as well. He casually took out the metal mask he had worn on her face before and gently placed it on the face mimicked by the mercury liquid, covering its exposed facial features. "This should be fine, right?"

Yet even with the mask covering that unsettling face, Gray still couldn't breathe a sigh of relief. Her gaze remained downcast, her hands unconsciously clutching her hood, as if only in this way could she find some solace. Her breathing was still slightly rapid, her body still tense.

"Is that... me?" Gray's voice was unusually low, almost inaudible. However, as she spoke softly, her words were filled with an undisguised fear and confusion. "Or is that the legendary King Arthur...?"

Xing Qingyu frowned slightly after hearing her question, and after a moment's thought, he replied, "Ah, that's a bit difficult to answer." He paused, his gaze fixed on the body covered in Yueling Marrow Fluid by the coat, "To some extent, she can be considered your sister."

"Sister...sister..." Gray gradually stopped trembling and asked aloud, but her head continued to bow and her hands did not lift from the hood. "Is she also...related to that king?"

"About the same. This child also mutated eight years ago," Xing Qingfeng replied casually, "but she's been staying underground the whole time. You probably haven't seen her."

Gray still didn't reply, but just opened her mouth slightly and let out a low "ah..." from her throat, as if she had just understood something, but also as if she couldn't fully understand it.

"What? Did you steal King Arthur's spirit?" A frivolous male voice suddenly rang out from within Gray's robe, his tone tinged with mockery and provocation. "What's that? Are you planning to continue King Arthur's resurrection ceremony here?"

"Yes, that's right. It's King Arthur's spirit," Xing Qingfeng replied casually, looking up from the experimental record in the direction of the sound. His eyes held a hint of inquiry, but he quickly regained his composure. "I didn't sense any external magical fluctuations..."

"It's probably a self-disciplined dress." Kenneth, who still focused most of his energy on the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, replied casually.

"Ad!" Gray quickly lowered her hands from the hood she was clutching, and from her right sleeve she pulled out a slender birdcage-like cage. Inside was a cubic box made of several parts, its surface decorated with ornately carved eyes and a mouth. The eyes swirled around, as if sizing up everyone in the room.

"As for King Arthur's resurrection ceremony, what can I say? King Arthur is not dead, so why resurrect him?" Xing Qingqi tried to comfort her, with a hint of helplessness in his tone. "Simply put, those things in the village are completely in the past. The ceremony no longer exists. That guy Zibia left with the equipment-"

"—Maybe you can go back and see your mother after some time."

"That sounds like a perfect ending, Gray," the box in Gray's hand began chattering again, a hint of teasing in its tone. "But if we go back to the village, someone as shady as Gray won't be able to make friends. After all, Gray doesn't have many friends."

Gray's fingers tightened slightly, the metal bars of the birdcage leaving faint marks on her palms. Her eyes dropped, the shadow of her hood obscuring her expression. Only the slight trembling of her shoulders betrayed her inner turmoil.

——She really wanted to shake the cage hard, but unfortunately the atmosphere was not right.

"And I managed to preserve that spirit," Xing Qingfeng said after a moment's thought, his tone carrying a hint of mixed emotions. "After all, it's been awake for seven or eight years. If I were to destroy it like this, I'd feel a bit guilty anyway."

Gray lowered her hand from the edge of her hood and looked up at the girl, whose face was concealed by a metal mask, a mercury-like mimic. The outline beneath the mask was so similar to hers, yet it exuded an inorganic coldness.

Her throat moved, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just whispered:

"So, she's actually King Arthur?"

"How is that possible? She doesn't even have any memory of King Arthur," Xing Qingqi said nonchalantly, "How could they be the same person?"

"Is that so..." Gray nodded, not quite understanding, her gaze still fixed on the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid.

"Anyway, that's it. We're preparing a new carrier for this child," Xing Qingfeng said, glancing at the birdcage in Gray's hand with a hint of inquiry. "Although this may be a bit offensive, would you mind showing me the gift in your hand?"

"Yade... is my friend..." Gray said subconsciously with some resistance, tightening her fingers slightly and pulling the birdcage closer to her arms.

"Ah, forget it then." Xing Qingyu realized he had spoken out of turn and changed the subject. "By the way, Weber, what were you planning to do just now?"

"I'd like Gray to join your class next semester," Weber said, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. "I don't think it's appropriate for her to receive a purely general education or a purely magical education."

"Ah, no problem." Xing Qingfeng replied casually, his eyes still fixed on the experimental records. "It's just right that you have to come and be my teaching assistant."

"Huh? Wait a minute," Weber asked, taken aback. "Didn't we agree that I would just write lesson plans and help teach some difficult students..."

"Didn't you see what was written on the document I asked you to sign before you left?" Xing Qingyu simply replied, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile. "Welcome to us, Teacher Velvet."

"what?!"

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At least before midnight, the four of us rushed back...

But I haven't decided on a name for this King Arthur spirit yet. Let me think about it tomorrow.

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Volume 38: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Assembly Line Production of Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid

Inside Kenneth's workshop.

To be honest, this place doesn't look like a magic workshop under the control of a Clock Tower Lord, especially an aristocratic Lord.

A Baroque brass chandelier hung from a lapis lazuli ceiling, its shadows reflecting a cold blue light on the curved monitors on the wall. Modern devices, seemingly at odds with the magician's aesthetic, clung to the Gothic arcades like parasitic vines. Numerous monitors hung haphazardly from the walls or on extended monitor arms. Servers hummed within carved wooden cabinets, and hot air from vents stirred the plastic folders spread out on the mahogany table. Extended cables spilled onto the floor, obscuring the once exquisite handmade carpet.

"——It's an arrangement that could bring Paracelsus back to life." This was the comment made by a visiting director of the Creative Department, who almost tripped over the wires running across the floor.

The last bit of reserve of the Minerals Department monarch may have been poured into the two-meter-high alchemical cauldron in the center of the workshop.

The three stone inscriptions originally engraved on the door of the Temple of Apollo in Delphi are etched on its obsidian surface, and are stubbornly glowing. Unfortunately, it is now completely covered by the group of sensors wrapped around it, like an old patched robe.

Thermocouple sensors were affixed to various points on its surface, their attached tubes snaking through the grooves of the inscribed letters. An oscilloscope flickered atop a carved cabinet, its probe inserted into a material mined from a tomb.

"Wow, this furnace is pretty good." Xing Qingfu's eyes lit up when he saw the alchemical cauldron placed in the workshop.

"Get out of here, you unlucky thing," Kenneth cursed mercilessly, leaning over from behind an oak table piled high with paper reports. "Has any of the equipment in your hands lasted more than a month? Get the hell away from my stove."

"How can you say that? Aren't the things in my own laboratory being used just fine?" Xing Qingfu said with a curled lip.

"Yes, if I hadn't taken the time to look at your damage report, I would have believed it," Kenneth said, "No equipment that came into your hands could escape your ruthless hands—"

"—and these devices will inevitably fail within an average of three months."

"Aminus, this is unavoidable during the experiment," Xing Qingfeng said stubbornly, "You know that there's basically no equipment that can meet the needs of my research. I have no choice but to do it myself."

"When Weber came to work as your assistant, he used the equipment you modified to extend the average time it takes to break down to six months," Kenneth retorted. "I think this can only be attributed to a human factor."

"Tsk..." Xing Qingqi curled his lips and changed the subject, "Your workshop is almost buried under cables, don't you consider managing them?"

"Weber did it for me last year, but it took me a long time to adjust to the new environment. It took me three hours to find a single reagent," Kenneth said, pulling over a panel. "I was originally planning to integrate all of them into one sub-machine after I figured out the interface issues with the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, but I haven't had the time to research that lately—"

"—Besides, the new workshop is almost complete and is located underground at the company headquarters. There's no need to renovate the old workshop any further. It will be abandoned sooner or later."

"It's not the top floor of the company?" Xing Qingfeng raised an eyebrow and jokingly said, "I thought you would turn the top floor of the building into a workshop like before."

"Ha," Kenneth replied casually as he pulled a probe and plunged it directly into the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid. "Then I might as well convert the entire building, from the top floor to the foundation, into a workshop."

"Then you can let me help you check it after you finish it," Xing Qingfeng said, "I'll call Kiritsugu up then, and you can just stand back and watch how we speed through it."

"I built the entire workshop according to the standards of a civil air defense structure," Kenneth said, as if recalling something from the past. He couldn't help but laugh and shook his head. "You two can do whatever you want."

"Ha," Xing Qingfeng laughed and said, "If something happens under the ground, it's like catching a turtle in a jar."

"That's right... well... then we have to think about how to make an escape device." Kenneth nodded seriously, his fingers continuously tapping the screen connected to the probe.

"I suggest adding a self-destruct button," Xing Qing said. "You can press it when you leave to blow up everything you own to prevent anyone from running away."

"That makes sense," Kenneth said, pulling out the probe and pouring a sealed vat of liquid mercury into the cauldron. He then pulled a few cables from the side of the cauldron, connected them to the server cluster, and then to a display screen. The screen instantly displayed various values and scrolling text. Kenneth had also modified the interior of the cauldron, adding an additional mesh structure, a schematic of which flashed in the corner of the screen.

"Have you completed this... visualization?" Xing Qingyu leaned over to the monitor and looked at the parameters on it. He noticed that the phase difference in a certain frequency band fluctuated slightly, but was quickly calibrated automatically by the system.

"Almost, but the adapter port still can't be integrated or miniaturized," Kenneth sighed, tapping his finger on the screen to call up the data of the servo motor-driven probe array. "Mercury's fluidity is a bit too troublesome at this level, so daily control can only be done through direct mental connection."

"If you want to connect other devices, you either have to adjust them dynamically every time, or the equipment becomes incredibly complicated."