Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Is this the sport kids like these days?" Newton excitedly waved a baseball bat made from satellite debris. "I've seen it in a book before, and I often see kids playing it in open spaces in Japan. So it originated in England."

“Are these popular in the UK now?”

"Ah... yeah, right," Kenneth said, not wanting to mention that, despite Newton's enthusiastic expression, the sport, though originally from England, was now largely ignored and its popularity was low. On the other hand, in rural America, it was embraced by country folk and had become something of a national sport.

Since the Jazz likes it, don't spoil his fun.

"That's about it," Kenneth recalled the game he happened to see on TV, and he imitated Newton to demonstrate, "Use the bat to hit the ball."

Newton stared at Kenneth's demonstration with great interest, his eyes full of concentration and curiosity, "Isn't this interesting?" He took the bat handed to him by Kenneth, got into position, bent his knees slightly, and gripped the bat with both hands. He looked no different from those real batsmen.

"It's almost here. Stay away." Newton looked up at Xing Qingfeng coming from a distance, concentrating his attention, calculating the speed and trajectory of the ball... I mean, Xing Qingfeng's head. In his mind, he replayed countless simulations, meticulously analyzing every angle and every force.

When the ball approached, he swung without hesitation.

Xing Qingfu shouted loudly, but unfortunately no one could hear his shouts in space.

He felt a huge force suddenly hit his right cheek, and the strong roar kept echoing in his head. The pain had already exceeded the set threshold, so Xing Qingfeng did not feel much pain.

——But he felt very disappointed now. It was agreed that there was nearly a 50% chance of stopping him, so why didn't the teacher even try?

"In this situation, it should be a home run." Kenneth sighed, raising his hands to look at Xing Qingjiu's head who was forced to change tracks.

"If my calculations are correct, it should land in Fuyuki," Newton said. "Let's just hope it doesn't hit anyone."

The moment Xing Qingfeng's head entered the Earth's atmosphere, he began to feel the drastic change in his surroundings. Without any protective shield, his head was exposed to the frictional heat of the atmosphere, a blazing glow all around him. Fortunately, Newton had specially reinforced his head before setting off. Thanks to its extreme strength and heat resistance, his head was able to withstand this fiery test.

"This can be considered a burn." Xing Qingfeng said with emotion, "I hope my hair is okay."

At this time, he still had the energy to complain, but soon he couldn't care less.

The moment he entered the atmosphere, his vision was enveloped by a dazzling orange-red flame. The intense heat generated by atmospheric friction engulfed his head like a veil of fiery heat. As his descent accelerated, his head began to slide sideways through the atmosphere, with his left cheek facing downward to bear more of the impact. This smoothed his descent, minimizing impact and wear.

But I tell you, do not resist someone who is evil. If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn the other also. —Matthew 5:39

During the high-altitude sideslip, Xing Qingfeng felt the intense friction and powerful vibrations of the atmosphere. His head spun relentlessly, the centrifugal force causing him to feel dizzy. Flames danced around him like countless meteors, the shimmering light streaking across his vision like streaks of light. As his descent slowed, the color of the flames gradually shifted from orange-red to pale yellow, and finally to a soft white.

The Xingqing wine meteor is descending beautifully.

As he entered the middle atmosphere, the flames gradually dissipated, replaced by a tranquil blue sky. Xing Qingqi's head glided smoothly under the buoyancy of the air. If his head hadn't been spinning at this moment, he might still be able to appreciate the beautiful scenery.

Unfortunately, he couldn't stop spinning.

After entering the lower atmosphere, his speed slowed further, the flames completely vanished, and all that remained was the clear blue sky and fresh air. Xing Qingqi's head glided smoothly under the buoyancy of the air. He passed through layers of clouds, and the sunlight filtered through them, casting streaks of golden light on his head. As his altitude continued to decrease, he felt subtle changes in the atmosphere: the air became thicker.

Objectively, Xing Qingyu's constant rotation of his head stabilized his posture, which to some extent helped slow his descent. But subjectively, he didn't like this method at all.

As he approached the ground, his head entered the final stage of descent. The centrifugal force from the rotation gradually weakened, and his head finally stabilized, ready for the final landing.

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Mr. Jin, an enthusiastic citizen, also felt very bored today.

Although I came here to retrieve my own treasure, these days are still too boring.

If I hadn't participated in the farce a few days ago, it would have been a pretty good court comedy. The way the jesters and clowns tried so hard to please me was really funny.

It's a pity that I ended up like this.

However, the airship-like thing that kept shooting into the sky a few days ago was quite interesting.

But that was the day before yesterday.

It would be interesting to guide that man who claims to be a priest and is unaware of his own true nature to discover how evil his true nature is.

Unfortunately, he was busy assisting his father in covering up the impact of the Holy Grail War and hadn't seen him in several days. If I took the initiative to guide him, it would seem that I lacked the courage of a king.

Tōsaka Tokiomi is also a boring man, but considering that he has not exceeded his duties as a subject, he can forgive his incompetence.

Oh, so boring.

The living room walls were covered in dreary paintings, a few dusty books lay scattered across the sofa, and sunlight streamed through the windows onto the floor, reflecting the vicissitudes of time. Gilgamesh unconsciously swirled his wine glass, his gaze wandering off into the distance, his mood seemingly at odds with the quiet surroundings.

Just as he put down his empty cup and filled it again, something strange happened -

A resounding crash echoed throughout the house, sending wood chips flying and tiles scattering. The structure creaked alarmingly, as if the entire roof were bearing immense pressure from above. A deep crash echoed between the roof and the floors, shaking the ground. The walls trembled, and the furniture creaked under the impact.

Xing Qingfu's head finally stopped in the middle of a living room. The furniture and decorations in the room were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of dust and sawdust.

He opened his eyes, looked around, and realized that he had fallen into someone else's house and began to pray that he had not hit anyone.

Until he saw Gilgamesh standing aside with a look of astonishment, the red wine that had just been filled in the cup spilled all over him due to the impact.

It is quite rare for such an expression to appear on Gilgamesh's face.

"Hmm..." Xing Qingqiu pondered for a moment. Although he didn't like Archer in front of him, he seemed to have raided his house and destroyed it while he was enjoying a drink. Was it a bit too much to provoke him at this time?

"Hello?" He greeted tentatively. "Just to be clear, this shouldn't be considered trespassing."

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Volume 42: Alchemy Apprentice from the Fourth War: . People Who Live Only in the Future

"This is the amount the Matou family must pay for this Holy Grail War."

Kotomine Ri was sitting in the living room of the Matou family, talking with Matou Tsuruno.

"According to the previous agreement, the damage and losses caused by the three great families will be compensated by the three great families themselves." Kotomine Risho handed over the bill. "Originally, the settlement should have been made after the Holy Grail War ended..."

"...But as you can see, our budget has already run out from covering up the impact of the Matou family." Kotomine Risei's face was a little tired. "We also paid for the losses caused by the Einzbern family. And my son is still negotiating with the media on my behalf, so I expect it will cost even more."

"So I can only come to negotiate with the Matou family with a smug face, hoping that Your Excellency can pay the relevant amount in advance." Kotomine Risei sighed, "The funds allocated for the Holy Grail War are extremely limited. If this continues, I'm afraid it will be difficult to conceal the secrecy of the Holy Grail War."

"Thank you for your hard work." Matou Tsuruno said a few words of comfort, took the bill and looked at the amount on it.

It was indeed a staggering sum, no wonder Kotomine Risei had come to negotiate ahead of time. Perhaps, besides demanding payment, he was also trying to warn the Matou family against being so brazen.

However, in front of his savior, these things are not a big deal. It is just a good opportunity to sell the overseas assets and live a stable life in the future.

"The due payment will be delivered to you tomorrow by Kariya at the church. Do you think it's still in time?"

"That's good, that's good..." Yanfeng Lizheng's originally tired face also bloomed with a bit of joy, "We still haven't paid the gas company the agreed-upon silence fee..."

"Everyone, I'm back!" Xing Qingqi's voice echoed through the courtyard, breaking the solemn atmosphere in the living room. He pushed the door open and walked in, his robe, which seemed to be woven from gold, was particularly dazzling.

"The Xing Qingfu has landed safely," Xing Qingfu casually tossed the golden cup he was holding into the cupboard. "Is Yanye here? Call Diarmuid and go pick up the teacher and the others."

"According to the time, they should be landing by now." Xing Qingyu looked out the window and saw a shooting star falling towards Weiyuanchuan. "Ah, they're back."

"That, was it done by you too?" Yan Fengli was pointing tremblingly at the meteor outside the window. Although he was a master of Bajiquan, he looked so old at this moment.

"Father Li Zheng, long time no see!" Xing Qingqi greeted him and introduced him proudly, "That's our return capsule, it just landed from low-Earth orbit."

"Is there no concealment barrier? You're just being so open and aboveboard..."

"You can't do that in outer space."

"There are still fishermen on the Miyuan River...ah..." Kotomine Li felt fatigue creeping in. "I don't know how many witnesses there are...and how much work there is to do..."

"Ah, don't worry. We'll prepare double the amount of the bill and pay it to the Holy Church tomorrow," Matou Tsuruno reassured him. "There won't be any problem concealing the expenses during the Holy Grail War."

"That's not the problem..."

Kotomine Risei really wants to retire now, right now.

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"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha..." Gilgamesh, who was sitting on the dusty sofa, was not angry at all. Instead, he burst into laughter. "I thought it was someone else, but it turned out to be you, a fool."

"Interesting, truly interesting. You deserve a reward for presenting this farce to please me when I was feeling bored."

"?"

"Are you serious?"

"Why, do you want me to take back what I said?"

A mirage-like distortion suddenly appeared around Gilgamesh. Golden cups and wine jugs appeared out of thin air and landed in his hands. He continued to pour himself a drink.

He couldn't figure out how to make Xing Qing wine.

I blew up his house, and he wants to reward me in return?

"Hero King, please forgive my rudeness..." A middle-aged man in a red suit, also covered in dust, stood in front of the living room's opening, a little flustered. "Excuse me, is this an enemy attack?"

"It's alright, Tokiomi, please withdraw." Gilgamesh's face, which had been quite interested, showed a hint of impatience. "Go and prepare a separate palace for this king."

"Ah, is that Mr. Tōsaka Tokiomi?" Xing Qingqiu really wanted to turn his head to look at the source of the voice, but since he only had one head, he had to give up. "Long time no see, so you are Archer's Master?"

"I dare not. I am just a minister serving the King of Heroes." Tōsaka Tokiomi replied respectfully. In fact, he would have admitted it if Gilgamesh was not around.

But in front of Gilgamesh, he really didn't dare to call himself the Master.

Only then did he notice that Xing Qingfu had only one head. Although he had previously heard Kirei describe Xing Qingfu's inhuman nature, when he saw it with his own eyes, he was still a little unable to react.

There were no abnormalities at all during the examinations before the Holy Grail War. Was this Caster's doing?

"Haha... I'm sorry I accidentally blew up your house." Xing Qingfeng laughed awkwardly. "Well, I... we'll compensate you."

Xing Qingfeng suddenly remembered that he had very little money in his pocket. It was obvious that this house was expensive, and he didn't seem to be able to afford to pay for it.

But some people have the ability.

"Please send the bill to the Matou family and make it Kenneth the recipient."

"Alright, Tokiomi, leave now." Gilgamesh grew increasingly impatient. "We've finally had some fun, are you going to stay here and spoil the fun?"

"I'll take my leave first." Tōsaka Tokiomi bowed slightly and left around the beam that had just fallen.

"Boring fellow." Gilgamesh shook his head and turned to look at Xing Qingfeng. "Kid, have you decided on a reward?"

"Some magic?" Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment and continued, "Let's get another set of clothes."

"Huh?" Xing Qingfeng's request seemed to completely exceed Gilgamesh's expectations. "I offered you a reward, and this is all you want?"

"Do you know who I am? How shabby are you going to make my reward?!"

"I don't know. I'm not good at history. And you guys don't have any portraits or anything." Xing Qingfeng complained, "If you do, the product is usually not what you want. King Arthur is a woman, how could she dream of that?"

"Besides, I just need a little magic to repair my body and find some clothes so I don't have to run around naked. What else can I do for you?"

"Remember this, I am Gilgamesh, mankind's oldest heroic king," Gilgamesh said complacently. "Feel free to pay your respects to me as your subject."

"..."

Xing Qingfu is now racking his brains, trying to dig out information about this person in his mind.

But this was the first time he had even heard of the title "the oldest heroic king of mankind", let alone "Gilgamesh".

Judging from his tone, he seemed very confident in his reputation. If I honestly said I didn't know him, wouldn't that be a bit cruel?

Maybe some nobody from somewhere started to feel complacent after realizing that he had become a hero recorded in history. He finally got the chance to show off his prowess in front of others, so he shouldn't spoil it.

Alas, not everyone is as famous as my teacher. To be honest, in this Holy Grail War, perhaps the only person I know is my teacher.

"Oh, it's Lord Gilgamesh." Xing Qingfeng exclaimed in admiration, "I've long admired your name. I've heard of your deeds a long time ago!"

"Honestly, kid."

　"Never heard of it."

"..."

Gilgamesh was silent for a long time, but eventually he caused ripples to appear in the space beside him, and a suit of armor and a cup fell down.

"Thank you for my kindness, you ignorant little brat."

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"Honestly, I thought this thing looked really vulgar at first." Xing Qingqiu's body was shining with gold, and he was wearing a set of clothes that looked like they were made of pure gold. "Now I think that even the most vulgar thing is still trendy."

"Even though I just wanted a normal dress at first."

In the courtyard of the Tōsaka family, the afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire space, and the flagstone floor reflected a soft light. In the center of the courtyard, there was a carved stone table.

Two guys dressed in gold were sitting on either side of a stone table drinking.

"All the treasures in the world can be traced back to my treasury," Gilgamesh said. "Mortal clothing is not worthy of being stored in my treasury. Only treasures are stored in my treasury."

"That's really impressive." Xing Qingjiu took the wine jug and filled it for himself. Incidentally, the cup he used was the golden cup Gilgamesh had given him earlier. "So, everything that can be called a 'treasure' has a prototype in your treasury?"

"exactly."

"Including those treasures that have never been discovered and cannot be described?"