Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Che Wan's fan fiction should be the type of reasoning + Shura field. If you are interested, you can take a look.

Interlude: Who Digged the British Royal Family's Graves? : 2. Weber's Life of Stomach Pain

In London, afternoon sunlight filtered through thin clouds, shimmering onto the bustling streets, casting a soft glow over the historic city. Old red double-decker buses crisscrossed the streets, while small tables and chairs lined the streets of street cafes, where people leisurely sipped coffee and chatted. Lush green trees rustled in the breeze. Street performers played melodious music in corners, adding a touch of energy to the city.

On this busy street, a long-haired man, walking hurriedly, stood out. He was tall and slender, with a slightly childish face. His long black hair was casually tied back, appearing a bit messy. He wore a dark windbreaker, the hem of which swayed slightly with his hurried steps. The briefcase on his shoulder seemed heavy with documents, but he maintained a steady pace.

Weber Velvet, in a few years, not only fulfilled his dream of traveling around the world, but also successfully completed all the credits and graduated successfully.

However, upon graduation, Waver became Kenneth's top laborer. Kenneth focused on his own research and his beloved career, delegating some of the day-to-day chores and authority to the younger generation of the El-Melloi family under the pretext of nurturing the next generation.

In theory, Waver should have reported directly to Kayneth, and that was what Waver initially thought. He thought his future job would be to assist Kayneth. However, Kayneth delegated power in the name of training the next generation, and Waver's job became to assist a young woman from the El-Melloi family.

——Yes, it was Lanis El-Melloi Archizolti. Although Lanis was not a genius in terms of magic power, her precise manipulation of magic power was at the level of Kenneth.

Because of the split, Reinis wasn't given much in the way of magical resources, but rather some control over the Clock Tower's administrative affairs. In other words, in the absence of major events, she was responsible for handling miscellaneous matters in place of Kayneth, the leader of the El-Melloi family. Waver, under her, became a tool to resolve various incidents.

"As long as you hand over the difficult matters to Weber, you can drink afternoon tea leisurely and wait for the answer to the problem. He is really a very useful person." Lanis said this while enjoying a cup of tea.

Waver was already feeling a bit sick to his stomach. The incident he was dealing with this time came from the Law and Politics Department. They were investigating a case suspected to be the work of a necromancy magician. The thought of this made Waver's stomach knot up.

The Legal Affairs Department specifically invited Kenneth, the director of the Spiritual Summoning Department, hoping to get a magician proficient in spiritual magic to assist in the advancement of the case. This invitation was eventually handled by Lanis.

——Finally, this task fell on Weber.

Waver could only reluctantly accept the mission. As he walked the streets of London, his stomachache seemed to intensify. The reason was simple: the magus handling this case had a terrible reputation throughout the Clock Tower, especially among the aristocratic magi. As one of the representatives of the aristocracy, the magi under the El-Melloi family naturally did not want to associate with such a person. Although Waver was not an aristocrat, he did not want to deal with someone he had heard was so nasty and paranoid.

Arvind Sharma, born into a Brahmin family in New Delhi, India, studied at Clock Tower in the UK for college. He not only completed his studies at Clock Tower with outstanding grades, but also earned a Master of Laws and a PhD in Semiotics from the University of Oxford. After graduation, he joined the Legal Affairs Department, responsible for handling magicians who violated the First Principles.

The information Lenise had given Weber detailed Arvind's academic achievements and work history, even including his doctoral dissertation. But that wasn't the cause of Weber's stomachache. He had heard of him, not only because of his bad reputation but also because of his reputation as a genius. Weber had heard that Arvind had developed a system of magic based on semiotics, drawing on an unknown foundation.

What really made Waver feel sick to his stomach was what he had heard about Arvind's style of doing things.

In the eyes of most magicians, this guy was a complete litigator. Whenever he heard of a case involving a magician, Arvind would rush in with gusto, even forgoing legal fees. He would even take on cases that didn't even require the involvement of the Law and Politics Department. Even more unbearable was that he not only loved sending people to the Law and Politics Department for disciplinary action, but also liked to publicly sue them in secular courts after the Law and Politics Department's disciplinary action was over.

Normally, the government would hand a magician over to the Magic Association for processing, rather than to a secular court. However, Arvind always managed to punish people twice. Once a magician was sentenced to a fixed-term imprisonment by a secular court, he would naturally not be sent to an ordinary prison, but would eventually be imprisoned in the Clock Tower.

——So his superiors also disliked him a little. The prison in the Clock Tower was almost full of magicians sent by him. He even sent a low-ranking country magician who used magic to steal things.

The magician's meeting with Weber wasn't inside the clock tower, but in a law firm in London. This was why Weber had no choice but to walk through the streets of London under the afternoon sun.

——He is going to be late.

"I hope that guy isn't as bad as the rumors say..." Waver stood at the intersection waiting for the traffic light, vaguely feeling that he seemed to be getting a stomachache at such a young age. "I hate magicians..."

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"I know my superiors don't like me. They always give me cases from remote areas and then push new cases on me when I'm about to finish them. They think this will make me unable to handle the evidence." Sharma paced back and forth in his law firm. The firm is located in an old Victorian building in central London. The heavy mahogany furniture and legal documents on the walls exude a calm and solemn atmosphere.

Sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows onto the floor, casting a dappled pattern of light and shadow. Sharma was dressed in a smart dark blue suit, his tie slightly loosened and his shirt cuffs rolled up, appearing a bit disheveled. His hair was a bit disheveled, and a hint of sweat beaded his forehead. His furrowed brow and hurried pace made him appear extremely anxious.

"Ha, now they've found me a magician from El-Melloi to assist me, from a noble faction!" He said, waving his arms vigorously as if trying to dispel his dissatisfaction. With each swing, the sleeves of his suit slid upwards.

"Are there no other magicians proficient in necromancy besides the Aristocratic Faction?" Sharma continued indignantly. "Don't they know what kind of people the Aristocratic Faction magicians are like? They know my reputation among that group, but they still forced an Aristocratic Faction magician on me!"

His assistant, Rajiv, sat behind his desk, sorting through documents while silently listening to Sharma's complaints. Dressed in a neat white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses, Rajiv looked calm and focused. He was clearly accustomed to his boss's mood swings. The coffee machine on his desk slowly dripped out fragrant coffee, filling the air with a light aroma.

"Mr. Sharma, your coffee is ready." Rajiv handed him a cup of steaming hot coffee. His voice was calm and composed, because he knew that he would not be the one responsible for negotiating with the incoming noble magicians. "Please calm down. After all, the matter has been decided. There is no point in complaining now."

Yes, it is obvious that his assistant has no problem talking without any back pain.

"Oh my God, Rajiv, look at what time it is now?" Sharma took the coffee and looked at the antique clock hanging on the wall. The hands pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Yeah, those guys will definitely do a lot of useless things by then, and then drag out the time for a long time, and only start to work slowly at the end." He took a deep breath, tasted the coffee, and the hot steam exhaled from his nostrils, and his brows relaxed a little.

"I'm sure that guy will get here on time. Oh, by the way, Rajiv, go make some black tea. Use the cheapest kind, preferably one that the nobles won't be able to drink after just one sip, so they don't have to waste time drinking tea."

Rajiv nodded, stood up, and walked over to the tea cabinet in the corner of the office. It was filled with a variety of exquisite tea sets and tea tins, each meticulously labeled with its origin and year. Rajiv ignored Sharma's advice and chose the finest black tea for his guests.

The clock struck half past three when the office doorbell finally rang. Sharma stopped immediately, took a deep breath, and tried not to look too anxious.

He walked to the mirror and quickly adjusted his suit, his tie was adjusted to the perfect position, and his cuffs were pulled back to the right length. His brow relaxed a little, and he tried to force a professional smile on his face.

"Rajiv, go open the door." Sharma said softly, trying to make his voice sound calmer.

Rajiv nodded and walked towards the door. He opened it and saw Weber Velvet standing outside, a little breathless.

"Come in," Rajiv said politely, stepping aside.

Weber nodded slightly in gratitude and walked into the office. Sharma stepped forward, extended his hand, and said with a smile, "Hello, I'm Arvind Sharma from the Legal Affairs Department. Thank you for your assistance this time."

Waver's dark trench coat had opened slightly from his jogging, leaving his clothes and hair a bit disheveled. The hem of his trench coat was dusty, his hair was a mess, and beads of sweat clung to his forehead. This unkempt appearance was particularly endearing to Sharma, as it completely overturned his stereotype of aristocratic magi.

In fact, Sharma's impression of Waver changed dramatically the moment they met. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief—Waver didn't seem the usual aloofness and aloofness of a noble magician. Instead, he seemed nervous and uneasy. This casualness actually greatly improved his impression of him.

"Hello, I'm Waver Velvet, a magician sent by El-Melloi." Waver forced a smile, but anyone could see the weariness on his face. He adjusted his windbreaker slightly, trying to appear less disheveled, and then reached out to shake Sharma's hand.

"Nice to meet you," Sharma responded with a smile, shaking Weber's hand.

Weber sighed inwardly and, after sitting down, got straight to the point: "So, could you please tell me exactly where we need assistance?" He immediately asked Sharma about the case, much to Sharma's delight. He had originally thought it would take another half day before he could get to the point.

"Ah, I'll get the information for you, wait a moment." Sharma said, and immediately stood up to take the folder on the table.

Weber was wailing inwardly, "Wait, he's not even being polite?!" He had only just stated his purpose and expressed his concern for the case out of politeness—

——He thought the other party would be polite, after all, he looked so tired.

Sharma quickly took out the information and handed it to Weber, his face full of anticipation: "These are the details of the case, please take a look."

"Wait, is he serious?" Weber took the document and flipped through it with a hint of resignation, thinking to himself. His original plan was to exchange pleasantries, then naturally allow himself a break before slowly discussing the case.

But why are you in such a hurry?! Isn't it normal for everyone to be polite?

Seeing that Weber was a little dazed, Sharma thought he was thinking carefully about the case. He couldn't help but feel that it was fortunate that the person who came was not a stereotypical aristocratic magician.

"The body is intact, and there's nothing else to report. The grave was simply dug up... This shouldn't warrant calling out the Law and Politics Department, right?" Waver glanced at the information and said, "Do you suspect a necromancy magician is performing a ritual?"

"Yes, the Law and Politics Department also noted this when they handed me the information. After all, the concept of a cemetery, especially a cemetery in London, has so many connections in the occult."

"Hmm...Have you checked the scene?"

"We've checked, we've visited every one of them," Sharma replied, handing over a photo. "The only clue we have is here, in the Tower Hamlets cemetery. We've found residual mercury and some abnormal magical fluctuations, but we can't deduce the corresponding magical foundation."

"If possible, we might have to start from here. Although it seems to have nothing to do with the other cemeteries, it is also the most special one."

Waver had a bad feeling.

After he took the photo and looked at the exploded cemetery, the inexplicable premonition in his heart became stronger.

——"Could it be Mr. Xing..." He thought. In his impression, the only person who liked to use mercury as the raw material for magic circles and whose magic foundation was difficult to trace was Xing Qingjiu.

Weber began to feel a stomachache. And when he thought of the rumors about Sharma and his reputation as a lawyer, the stomachache became more severe.

——He might have to conceal what Xing Qingwu had done while assisting this lawyer in handling the case.

"What's the matter, Mr. Weber?"

"It's okay. We may need to go back to the scene to check if there is anything extra..."

"Ah, that's great, how about we set off now?"

"……Ugh."

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I won't make any changes to anything that's not too important, like the relationship between Weber and Lenise, which adds a sense of familiarity to the story and helps balance the unfamiliarity of the original. However, considering Lenise's bad character is related to her past, I'll make some reasonable adjustments without that experience, like slightly softening her attitude towards Weber (laughs).

I don’t know what the image of this original character is like so far, so I will try my best to establish his character in these few short chapters and then quickly get into the main storyline.

The above is all. Please vote and give feedback. Thank you!

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Recommend this book, "Type-Moon, the Magician's Long Journey Home"

It looks like it should be a scientific Type-Moon like in this book?

Interested readers can give it a try.

Interlude: Who dug up the graves of the British royal family? : 3. Are there crocodiles in the sewers that love to bathe?

Xing Qingjiu looked exhausted, as if he had just been through a busy day. He was currently in his office in the clock tower, surrounded by simple furnishings. The heavy wooden bookshelves were filled with various ancient books and scrolls, and the air was filled with the faint scent of paper and ink.

"So, all necromancy magic requires building a magical structure first, right?" Xing Qingfeng slumped in a comfortable leather chair, a look of obvious fatigue on his face. His backpack lay casually at his feet. The dark green canvas bag was covered with traces of wear and tear from travel, appearing very durable and weathered.

He casually opened the cabinet door beside him. Inside, cans of beer were neatly arranged, looking out of place in the surroundings. He took out a can of beer and casually cast a cooling spell. The icy liquid slid down his throat, slightly cheering him up.

"Yes. If we want the information from the Astral Realm to become reality, we must first construct a vessel to contain it." Kenneth's former lemon-shaped haircut has been replaced by a more relaxed style, with slightly longer blond hair hanging down casually, giving him a certain carefree air. Nearing his forties, he looks much more mature than before, his facial features softer, and his features showing a few more signs of age than before, which in turn adds a unique charm.

Kenneth sat behind the desk opposite him, looking at the decorations on his desk with disdain. What was placed on the desk was not magic props, but a pile of snacks.

—There was even a bucket of instant noodles. Apparently, when Kenneth was away from the clock tower, some unsuspecting person had used his office as a place to slack off.

"Whether it's possessing a spiritual object or existing as a spirit on its own, a vessel needs to be constructed in advance, otherwise the soul cannot descend," Kenneth explained.

"The Astral Realm?" Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment, "Is that where the soul's blueprint is?"

"You can think of it as the world's own memory," Kenneth continued, "and the reason you didn't summon any spirits in Tower Hamlets Cemetery is probably because it has completely lost its function as a cemetery."

"It has long lost its function as a medium. Without a medium to guide it, it is also difficult to make the spirit descend."

“So that’s the setting.”

Xing Qingfeng crossed his arms and nodded, "Then it seems we should try to find a cemetery that is still in use."

"As long as you don't blow up the cemetery again," Kenneth replied casually, "otherwise, don't even mention knowing me anymore. It's too embarrassing."

"That was a pure accident. I investigated afterwards and found out someone buried a magic crystal or something in the center of the cemetery. This thing wouldn't react at all without magic power flowing into it." Xing Qingfeng shook his head. "Then it couldn't handle the magic power, it overloaded and exploded."

"I even suspected I'd accidentally blown up some early warning device," Xing Qingfeng complained. "I even suspected the Clock Tower staff had buried fuses in the cemetery to prevent anyone from tinkering with things there. That's why I decided not to take this path."

"There's no such thing. You might have blown up some unlucky magician's magic costume."

"Ha, then he's really unlucky." Xing Qingyu shook his head. "Let's not talk about that. I just came back from South America a few days ago and brought you some local specialties."

He pulled out a cloth bag from his backpack, which was covered with traces of wear and tear from travel. He grabbed the bag by the mouth and threw it casually. The bag drew an arc in the air and landed steadily on Kenneth's desk.

Kenneth took it and looked at it. It was a bag of corn kernels, but the special thing about it was that it was very spiritual.

"This thing is not easy to do." Xing Qingfeng said indignantly, "There is basically only one tenth of the existing indigenous culture in South America left. I'm almost running my legs off."

"I personally traversed mountains and rivers to search for the epic poems passed down orally by the tribes, but in the end, I could only find a bunch of fragments." Xing Qingfeng became increasingly annoyed. "Inca native epics, Aztec sacrificial dramas... there are too many. The Westerners like Gouji Bacao have destroyed too much of our culture—"

He glanced at Kenneth and saw that he looked a little embarrassed.

"—Oh, I'm not saying you're a bitch, even though you're a Westerner. I originally just wanted to investigate the reactions of spirits to their spirit summons, but I got nothing. I couldn't even find a decent magician who could perform the magic."

"I was lucky. There's a Sun Festival in Peru in June. The locals probably call it... the Intirimi Festival. I happened to be in Peru at the time." Xing Qingqiu thought for a moment. "It's in Cusco, Peru, once the capital of the Inca Empire. There's a big stone castle on the outskirts of the city. I think it's called Sacsayhuaman."

"Honestly, all the priests and ministers are played by ordinary people." Xing Qingqiu sighed. "It's hard for me to say whether this is good or bad. Sacrifices in the magical sense have completely disappeared. All religious activities during the festival are a kind of 'simulation and reproduction of the sacrificial scenes of the Inca era' -"

"--But even though all the priests and ministers were ordinary people, even though the Age of Gods had faded and the gods had vanished, throughout the entire sacrificial process, I actually felt a spirituality in the offerings." Xing Qingqi pointed at the bag of corn. "Here, that's what I brought back. It's an offering to Inti, the Inca sun god."

"There's no need for a magician to participate, and just completing the sacrificial ritual can give the sacrifice spirituality..." Kenneth carefully poured a few kernels of corn from the bag and placed them in his palm. "Are you sure there's no magician involved?"

"I've specifically investigated all the priests, and none of them have activated their magic circuits. The priests involved are basically ordinary locals, chosen to perform the role of priests only before festivals," Xing Qingjiu said. "Unless you tell me that Peruvian magicians traditionally open their magic circuits before performing a trick and close them afterward, and that they're all desperate berserkers."

"I also investigated the local ley lines. Someone is managing them, but as I continued my research, I discovered that the family system of the person managing them is clearly based on Western magic. They must be a magic family that migrated here during the Spanish colonial period."

"Very interested, right?" Xing Qingfeng observed Kenneth's expression. "I'm in need of someone knowledgeable about mythology and religion. How about we go there again next June?"

"Ha, you've been here for so long just for this sentence, right?" Kenneth smiled.

"After all, I want to invite you, a busy man. How can you be free if I don't ask you a year in advance?" Xing Qingqiu stretched lazily. "I'm not familiar with the other magicians, and I don't trust their level. That guy Weber is always being ordered around by your sister like a letter game. I don't want to interfere in other people's love games, so after thinking about it, you are the only one left."

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Sharma, holding Webber under his arm, raced through the London sewers. The sewers were dark and damp, filled with the stench of decay and filth. It had rained the previous night, and the water flowed rapidly, mingling with garbage and mud like a raging river. Every step was accompanied by a splash, and the muddy ground made their pace even more difficult.

Weber, tucked tightly under Sharma's arm, forced his eyes open and glanced at the monster chasing him. The image of the monster terrified him. It had the head of a crocodile, a mouth full of sharp teeth, the muscular upper body of a lion, and powerful limbs. The lower body was that of a clumsy hippopotamus, covered in mud and water.

"A crocodile's head, a lion and a hippopotamus' body... It's Amit. Yes, my deduction is correct. London's sewers are, in a sense, equivalent to the 'Underworld.'" Waver shouted breathlessly, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness. "Who on earth is raising such a dangerous creature in the London sewers? Ahh ...

Sharma's face was covered in sweat and mud as he scanned his surroundings, trying to find a way out. The current ahead was growing stronger, gurgling with filthy garbage and floating branches and leaves. Sharma suddenly made a sharp turn and led Weber into a narrow side passage. The narrow space forced them to lower their heads, but it also temporarily freed them from the creature's pursuit.

The narrow side passage was filled with slippery moss and accumulated silt, and a few panicked rats hung on the wall. Weber and Sharma could only move forward with a hunched back, each step seeming difficult and slow.

"So, where are we now?" Weber asked, panting heavily. His voice seemed to echo in the narrow passage, as if the entire sewer was responding to his question.

"How should I know? I was running so fast that I didn't look where I was going," Sharma gritted his teeth, trying to calm his breathing. "I still have to find a way to get rid of that thing... Seriously."

The reason why Weber and his team found the sewer when investigating the cemetery was thanks to Weber's deduction. The cause of the matter can be traced back to a few hours ago, when Weber and Sharma were doing a field survey in a cemetery, but they didn't find anything.

"No, no..." Weber stood in a cemetery, frowning slightly. He rubbed his arms vigorously, trying to dispel the cold dampness from last night's heavy rain. The surrounding tombstones still bore traces of rainwater, and the ground was muddy, leaving deep footprints with every step. Weber took a deep breath and turned to Sharma and Rajiv to explain.

"This is definitely not the work of a necromancy magician," Waver said, gesturing at the surrounding tombstones. "Necromancy magicians choose land with psychic qualities to perform their spells, and this place doesn't have that kind of quality. Besides, necromancy magicians usually choose relatively fresh corpses. The tombstones in this cemetery are all old, and the corpses have long been rotten, which doesn't meet their requirements."

Weber stood in the center of the cemetery, brow furrowed, pondering his next move. He looked up and around, seeing only old tombstones and wet grass. Last night's torrential rain had made the area particularly chilly. After taking a deep breath, he turned and walked toward the parked cars outside the cemetery. The mud underfoot made his steps heavy.