Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Xing Qingfeng thought about it and thought that Brother Xintian should also be considered a believer. Besides, he would be living and eating in the church in the future and would also be doing volunteer work for the church. Surely, someone as righteous as Brother Ye would not reject a cheap believer like him. Thinking of this, he casually replied:

"I think I am."

"Brother Ye didn't say anything," Xing Qingyu thought silently, "that means he has no objection."

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Transition chapter, then you can enter the plot.

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Volume 3: The Alchemist's Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Have you heard the story of the Knight's Journey?

In 1994, the Hanayama family was attacked by a murderous demon. Someone who should have perished that night was saved by a traveling crepe vendor who, after returning home to repay his debt, barricaded the door, allowing the last of the Hanayama family to escape. However, upon arriving, police discovered no one other than the unconscious Hanayama couple. Ultimately, based on the traces left behind, they labeled the incident a cult. As for the child's mention of the vendor, police arbitrarily dismissed it as delirious speech caused by excessive mental stress. Even after the Hanayama couple and their eldest daughter regained consciousness and gave testimony, the case remained unresolved.

Later, in order to commemorate the chivalry of this forgotten merchant, each generation of the Huashan family would tattoo the "Xia Ke Xing" on their backs...

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"Brother Kirei, is it true that the priest... isn't hiding some unspeakable secret in the church basement?"

"No."

"No little boy either?"

"..."

Although Kotomine Risei claimed at the time that he was the only one maintaining the operation of the church, during the past few months of staying there, it was actually his son Kotomine Kirei who maintained the operation of the church. He was also one of the few peers that Xing Qingjiu could frequently contact in the church.

"Okay, so even at Christmas, the church won't be open?"

"The church has been in disrepair for a long time. If it remains open without renovation, I'm afraid it will not be able to accommodate the many believers who come to receive the glory of the Lord during Christmas."

"Now that the government documents have come down, it's best to repair it as soon as possible."

"I can help by staying at the church."

"Living in the church isn't a long-term solution for Xing Jun," Kotomine Kirei said as he helped Xing Qingchao load the food onto the food cart. "Besides, Xing Jun's business is doing pretty well right now, so why should we let volunteers take up his time? I'm sure this is also what Father is considering."

"Ugh……"

"Then, I'll take my leave first."

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"Your Chinese crepe." Xing Qingfeng handed a piece of food that looked like a Jianbing (a Chinese pancake) to the customer. "Be careful, it's hot."

It had been some time since they'd settled in Fuyuki City, and recently, Kotomine Risei had closed the church to the public, claiming it was undergoing renovations. He specifically told outsiders to stay away, and even forced Xing Qingqi to pay him a substantial sum to rent an apartment. This sudden generosity had surpassed Xing Qingqi's expectations. During his months of stay, he'd been deeply impressed by the ascetic, austere lifestyle of Kotomine and his son. He'd briefly suspected the priest had hidden the boy in the church, hoping he wouldn't find him, but he'd never been able to find any evidence.

Xing Qingjiu hadn't touched a cent of the money Yanfeng Lizheng had given him, intending to return it to the old priest in the future. He was always worried that he had taken Yanfeng Lizheng's pension or even his coffin money. Moreover, his snack business was flourishing, and although he couldn't squander the money he earned, it was enough to pay for rent and daily expenses. This was all thanks to Xing Qingjiu's kitchen invention.

——Inventor: Xing Qingwu, invention project: Chinese crepe.

Making the pancakes in a frying pan and using fried bean curd sheets as hemp leaves is such a blasphemous practice that Xing Qingfeng, a true Chinese, couldn't call it a Jianbing Guozi, as he would be ashamed of his ancestors. But even more blasphemous was yet to come: he discovered that spreading chocolate sauce and fruit on them would make them sell better, and for those who like spicy food, he even spread Mexican hot sauce on them.

His stall was originally called Chinese Jianbing Guozi.

But he really couldn't accept calling this thing a Jianbing Guozi.

So he decided to change the name to Crepe, as for why he didn't remove the word "China"...

Xing Qingwu discovered that he could make more money with a gimmick, and selling gimmicks is always better than selling hooks.

Perhaps it was because it was rare to see foreigners selling foreign snacks in a small city like Fuyuki, he was even interviewed by a reporter from Fuyuki TV. During the interview, Xing Qingwu had only one thought in his mind:

——Please don’t let this video be dug out and posted on the Internet and uploaded back to China in the future.

High school student trends are always baffling; no one knows why something becomes so popular among them. But ever since Xing Qing's blasphemous pancakes became a trend among high school students in this small town, he no longer has to worry about his livelihood.

The batter in the bucket was getting less and less. After scooping out the last spoonful of batter, he cheerfully announced that he was closing the stall, which caused a group of high school students who came to the stall specially to join in the fun to sigh in disappointment.

Having closed his stall early today, Xing Qingjiu counted the money in his pocket and found he still had quite a bit left after deducting living expenses. Following the etiquette he'd learned from Kotomine Risho, he bought a watermelon and headed to the residential area to visit the Hanayama family, who had previously saved his life.

After ringing the doorbell, Xing Qingfeng experienced the kind of treatment he hadn't experienced when he first came to Fuyuki. The hospitality of the Huashan family made him feel a little overwhelmed.

"Then I won't bother you any further." Xing Qingwu, seeing that it was getting late, took the initiative to say goodbye. "I still have to prepare for setting up my stall tomorrow afternoon."

"Fuyuki hasn't been peaceful at night lately," Mr. Hanayama said, watching the news on the TV. "It seems there's a serial murder case... Walking at night is a bit unsettling, so I think we should stay here for the night."

Xing Qingwu subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Mr. Huashan did not give him the chance to refuse. Instead, he walked straight out of the living room, motioned for him to follow, and took him to the guest room on the second floor.

"Please forgive me for the poor hospitality," he said, smiling as he invited Xing Qingjiu into the guest room. "The room has just been cleaned, so please make yourself at home."

"... Well, thank you then." Xing Qingyu couldn't find another chance to refuse, so he had to accept. However, when he walked into the guest room, perhaps because he was not used to the new environment, he felt as if someone was staring at him.

He carried the bedding out of the closet, but the feeling of being stared at still lingered in Xing Qingqi's mind.

"What? Could it be haunted?" He assumed he was being overly sensitive. After spreading the futon on the tatami, he crawled in and fell asleep. "Could it be that there's a pervert in the neighboring house who's been spying on us with a telescope?"

"How perverted! She peeped at a grown man like me. Nantong is really scary." Xing Qingyu was lost in thought and gradually fell asleep.

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"Full...full...full...full...full...four times...or five times?"

The warm liquid soaked his back. A fishy smell filled the room, irritating Xing Qing's nostrils.

"But... it was abandoned when it was full... right?"

Sobbing, the rubbing of clothes, the chirping of cicadas at night, the dripping of liquid on the wooden floor, the man's suppressed laughter, and the sound of the host reporting on a series of bizarre murder cases on the TV in the corner -

"Haha, maybe I was a little too bold." The stranger laughed happily while watching the report on TV. "What do you think, little brother?"

"You haven't woken up yet..." The young man tilted his head in distress. "I knew we had enough raw materials so I could let you experience death. Ah, the dosage of anesthetic is wrong, what a shame."

Nothing happens.

"Hey, kid, do you think demons really exist in this world?" The young man, feeling bored, glanced at the other survivor and slowly walked towards him. The child, with his mouth sealed, couldn't answer, and only shrank back in fear.

"The news and magazines keep calling me a devil, but if devils really exist, wouldn't that be extremely disrespectful? I can't get over it..."

"Hello! Uryu Ryunosuke is a devil! Haha ...

The young man's self-introduction terrified the child lying on the floor, but the fear that reached its lips was tightly stifled, and it ultimately turned into sobs and trembling. Watching the child, unable to even scream, only open his eyes wide and continuously twisting his body in struggle, Uryu Ryunosuke couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Perhaps it was the sudden rise in volume of Uryu Ryunosuke's self-introduction, or perhaps it was simply the wear of the drug. Xing Qingfeng, unconscious on the sofa, finally regained consciousness. Weak from the blood loss and the lingering anesthetic, he lay paralyzed on the couch, unable to move, his thoughts frozen in his head.

There was a strange tingling sensation on his abdomen, and when he reached out to touch it, he felt a soft, hot object of unknown origin.

It turned out to be his own intestines, all flowing onto the ground.

I tried to shout, but all that came out of my throat was a faint hiss.

"Can I introduce myself like this?" Ryunosuke Uesugi squatted in front of the child and showed him the ancient scroll in his hand.

"So, do demons really exist? What would a real demon think if they saw me being called a demon? So I found this, an ancient book or something in my warehouse."

When he tried to stuff his intestines back into his abdominal cavity, his arm bumped into Mr. Hanayama who was sitting next to him watching TV, and he accidentally knocked his head off.

I'm so sorry.

This bizarre scene finally made Xing Qingwu's mind a little clearer.

"Oh, brother, are you awake?" The sound of the head falling to the floor attracted the attention of Uryu Ryunosuke. "Are you stuffing your intestines back in? Let me help you."

He walked up to Xing Qingyu and carefully helped Xing Qingyu stuff his intestines back into his abdominal cavity bit by bit.

"It's a rare experience, isn't it?" After stuffing the last bit of intestines, Uryu Ryunosuke grabbed the remote control and turned up the volume of the TV. "Then, little brother, just watch TV and enjoy this rare experience."

Everyone seems to be dead.

Am I going to die too? No, if I die like this... I still have things I want to do—

——What do you want to do?

"Ah, where were we just now?" He squatted in front of the child again. "Oh, yes, the devil."

"It seems my ancestors were researching how to summon demons. So, I can only verify whether demons really exist."

Who is he talking to?

Is there anyone alive?

Great.

"But," Uryu Ryunosuke stretched, stood up and walked around the room casually, "it would be stupid for me to just chat with him without making any preparations."

"You think so too, bro, right?"

I don't know.

"So, little friend, if the devil appears--"

"—Would you please let him kill you?"

The young man asked the child sincerely.

Is it a child?

So he's going to be killed too?

……

I barely pulled myself up and looked at the murderer, who was earnestly pleading with the child. It took almost all my strength to get myself up from the sofa. I stumbled towards the murderer, thinking I'd concealed my steps, but it seemed to be no use. The man turned around and looked at me with surprise. What should I be feeling right now? I felt nothing at all.

Using the last bit of her strength, she lunged forward and slammed her head into his nose.

Very good, Shun*erjiu Linwu umbrella (bar Qiyiyi fell down).

"Haha, little brother, your enthusiasm is really putting me in a difficult position. But that's okay. Being so serious just now isn't my style. Feeling is what's most important." Uryu Ryunosuke lay on the ground. "Little brother, if you want to leave, I won't stop you. It wouldn't be bad to admire the autumn night view for the last time."

It was barely enough to reach the child. Xing Qingfan fiddled with the knot on the child's wrist.

Fortunately, it was not tied into a knot.

But my fingers have no strength left.

Try harder.

Okay, it’s solved.

It would be great if I was the one who survived.

"Hey, hey, this won't do." Ryunosuke struggled to get up, "You're too selfish. Not everyone can enjoy the experience of being killed by a demon."

Yes, that’s it. Untie the ropes on your feet and run.

"I say, Mr. Devil will be angry." Ryunosuke Yu Sheng pushed Xing Qingqiu away and stood up to chase the escaped child, but Xing Qingqiu, who was lying on the ground, hugged his legs and tripped him to the ground again.

He struggled to stand up again.

It seems that the intestines cannot be covered, so just ignore it.

Walking towards the open living room door, the escape route seemed to be clear.

Oh, it’s already dawn, how nice.

"crunch..."

The light that was filtering into the room was gradually being shut out. Xing Qingwu slumped down in front of the door, making himself an obstacle once again.

Thoughts flowed out of the body along with the intestines, and an uncontrollable feeling of fatigue hit my heart.

Should I say something? Never mind, I don’t have the energy.

"Really... we have to get rid of it quickly." Ryunosuke Uryu pushed the man away from the door and threw him on the magic circle drawn with human blood on the living room floor.

"If I really summon a demon, then I'll let you take the place of that little devil... ah, it hurts... what is this?"

Ryunosuke Uryu noticed a bright red mark on his hand. He had no idea what it was, but the pattern of three snakes entangled together looked very beautiful as a tattoo.

It seemed like the wind was blowing.

But is it possible for wind to blow in a completely enclosed room?

At first, it was just a gentle breeze, but it gradually became a raging whirlwind. The magic circle drawn on the floor emitted a faint phosphorescent light as the tattoo appeared. Like a tornado, the wind ravaged the entire living room, blowing away household items such as televisions and vases, smashing them into pieces in the air. A mist floated in the center of the glowing magic circle, and small lightning began to burst out in the mist.

The violent wind died down at some point, and the magic circle's glow faded. The blood traced across the floor flowed spontaneously, as if guided, eventually emitting specks of golden light and transforming into a metallic liquid. In the gradually dispersing mist, a white-haired old man in a dark red robe and a scarf stood within the formation, his eyes tightly closed. He was stooped, his eyebrows pale and sparse, his face and hands wrinkled. In his hands, he held only a thick, hardcover book, befitting his ordinary appearance and simple attire.

The blood-drawn summoning circle now shone brightly. Golden fluid flowed rapidly across the living room floor, as if alive, gathering at the old man's feet, winding upwards, sinking into his body and disappearing. The old man's withered skin instantly plumped up, and his hunched back straightened. His figure wasn't tall, but he looked quite sturdy. His forehead was high, his eyebrows were thick and curved, and his nose was straight and pointed—a typical European appearance.

The golden fluid continued to flow, and finally flowed towards the hard cover book in the man's hand, erasing the original text on the book cover, and turned itself into a golden title that was written on it, adding a touch of luxury to the originally plain and ordinary book.

"Demons... really exist!"

Seeing this astonishing scene, Ryunosuke Uzumaki thought that this must be the devil enjoying the delicacy he prepared for him. His surprise turned into joy, but was soon replaced by annoyance - the main course he had prepared for the devil had escaped.

"Jupiter's calculations are long lost, the balance of divine matter forgotten, the foundation of his work hidden in darkness."