Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Mr. Velvet is the consultant I hired to assist me in investigating this case," Sharg Sulfur (Eight) Nine Dance Shrimp O Siling Wudma explained. "It was only with Mr. Velvet's help that I was able to find this place so quickly."

"It seems you're lucky to have run into this person." Xing Qingfeng nodded, his tone slightly relaxed. "But the situation here is basically resolved."

Sharma stood up, straightened his clothes, and nodded. "Thank you again for your help, Mr. Xing."

"But..." Xing Qingyu suddenly asked Sharma, "Don't you doubt me?"

Sharma was taken aback for a moment, then smiled calmly and said, "I had some doubts at first, but after you asked this question, there's no need to doubt them anymore." He said, "Although at first glance you might be an accomplice, a careful consideration of the actual situation will eliminate most of your suspicion."

He paused, then continued, "Besides, if I truly doubted you, I'd be facing a magician who's deliberately hiding his abilities and whose true identity is unknown to me. I don't have the confidence to fight two El-Melloi magicians at once." Sharma threw the necromancer into the car and waved to Xing Qingjiu. "Thank you very much for your help. We'll be leaving now."

It seems that Sharma regarded Weber's actual combat ability as a concealment.

Xing Qingqiu watched them leave. The taillights of the black car faded away into the night, eventually disappearing at the end of the street. He turned his head and looked at the church behind him, his expression becoming hesitant.

"Hmm... there's no one here, so no one should bother me, right?" he muttered. But before he finished speaking, he leaned forward slightly, becoming furtive in an instant, as if carefully avoiding detection.

Even though he knew there was no one here, he still bent over and crept into the church, slowly and carefully, his footsteps almost drowned out by the night wind. He quietly walked towards the steps of the bell tower, taking each step carefully to ensure that no sound was made, and then secretly took off his backpack.

——"Since this is an excellent medium, the experimental results must be very good." He thought to himself.

As soon as he pushed open the side door of the church, he ran into an old priest. He was holding a candlestick with a few weak candles on it, and the faint light emitted a soft glow in the dim church. His white hair shone faintly in the candlelight, and the cross on his body swayed slightly in the light.

"..."

Xing Qingjiu was very sure that he had not sensed any presence before the priest showed up.

"Sir, now that it's over, why don't you leave here?"

"Ahaha..." Xing Qingyu smiled awkwardly, "Have you been watching here the whole time?"

"I knew it when you first arrived here a few days ago."

"Uh, why didn't you show up then?"

"Because at that time I was very sure that you would not disturb the people sleeping here." The old priest smiled gently, "But now it seems different."

"Are you... from the Holy Church?" Xing Qingqiu asked tentatively.

"I'm just a loyal gravekeeper to the Queen," Father Yan said. "Thank you for helping me, an old man, stop the bad guys. I'm sure you don't intend to disturb the deceased sleeping here like he did, do you?"

"Yeah, well... you're welcome, haha, I'm just wandering around, nothing special." Xing Qingqiu laughed awkwardly, then turned and walked away, "Ah... then I won't bother you anymore, I'll be leaving first."

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I was dragged out for a drink again in the evening. I tried to persuade him not to drink every day, and I guess he listened... probably.

Fortunately, I managed to write about 2,000 words during my lunch break. The update is a little late, sorry.

This is roughly the entire interlude plot. I wonder what you all think of it overall, and how is the portrayal of this original supporting character?

Next is the Kyoto volume. To be honest, I am still a little nervous. Although I have prepared an outline, this is my first time writing a serial. I hope I can bring you a good story.

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Interlude: Who Digged the British Royal Family's Graves? : 10. The First Holy Grail Exhibition is About to Begin

A little over half a month had passed since Xing Qingfeng was expelled from the church by the self-proclaimed Bishop of Canterbury. During this time, his experiments yielded no results. The autumn nights in London grew chilly, and the majestic silhouette of Westminster Abbey loomed particularly solemn and mysterious in the gloom. Whenever Xing Qingfeng passed by the church, he couldn't help but pause at the entrance, gazing up at the towering bell tower, until fallen leaves swirled in the wind and gently landed on his shoulders. He would not leave.

Is he missing his teacher?

No, he just felt sorry that he couldn't use such a good psychic as an experiment. From a certain perspective, he was dancing on his teacher's tomb.

During this time, he had tried to sneak in several times with his bag in hand to continue his experiments, but every time he did, he would run into the old priest holding the candlestick—the Bishop of Canterbury. The old priest's figure always appeared at the most unexpected moment. Even when Xing Qingqi sneaked into the church directly through the imaginary space, he could still see the priest standing there as soon as he turned his head after surfacing.

The old priest always carried a candlestick, its light casting flickering shadows in the church's dim interior. Xing Qingqiu even suspected that this Bishop of Canterbury was some kind of autonomous Anglican figure. Whenever he triggered a certain condition, the Bishop NPC would instantly appear before him, triggering a conversation.

He deliberately left his bag at the church entrance and tried to enter empty-handed. Each time, he wandered aimlessly through the church, enjoying the emptiness and tranquility, listening to his footsteps echoing on the marble floor, without encountering anyone. However, as soon as he picked up his bag and reentered the church, the Bishop of Canterbury would immediately appear before him, a half-smile on his face.

Xing Qingqi repeated this several times, constantly going in and out of the church. It was not until he noticed that the priest's face was getting darker and his expression was getting more severe that he finally confirmed that the Bishop of Canterbury was indeed a living person, not some self-disciplined humanoid.

Finally, the Bishop of Canterbury, with a sullen face, told Xing Qingjiu that it was absolutely impossible for him to summon any spirits here, and he gave up the idea. In fact, this was precisely why the necromancer had been unable to light the black candles two weeks earlier. The church's cemetery held no resentment from the deceased—either as a cenotaph or any potential resentment had been purified by the priest. The church's role as a medium for spirits was restricted, and the deceased were "resting in the arms of the Lord."

Trying to forcibly awaken the dead here is probably as difficult as slapping the Pope in the face in front of the Vatican.

Although Xing Qingfu really wanted to stiffen his neck and say, "I've killed your pigeons too," he was afraid that if he said this in the church, he would be showered with bird droppings.

Although the experiment in the church failed, Xing Qingjiu did not gain nothing. He had inquired in detail with the Bishop of Canterbury about the relationship between resentment and spirit summoning, and learned the specific process of spirit summoning in the eyes of the church, as well as how priests used religious rituals to restrict the activities of spirits in the area.

Although he still couldn't understand the abnormal readings on the instrument, Xing Qingwu still wrote them down as a control group in a sense.

During this period of research, Xing Qingfeng finally came to a conclusion: using cemeteries for effective spirit summoning research seemed impractical. To obtain sufficiently effective readings, he would probably need to activate cemeteries throughout the city and hold a London Ghost Night party.

——But Xing Qingfu did not intend to do such a big and arduous task for his experiment. After all, he could not guarantee that no one would be injured or killed during this period.

But he still planned to wait until Halloween to try to choose a good cemetery.

Since research on pure spirits proved difficult to advance, Xing Qingfeng turned his attention to the nature of magical energy. In his previous experiments and observations, he had discovered that arcing often occurred when performing large-scale magic or when magical energy was highly concentrated. To further confirm the prevalence of this phenomenon, he specifically asked Kenneth, who confirmed it.

"Magic is essentially a form of energy, and it has similar properties to the electrical energy and thermal energy we are familiar with. In an environment with high concentrations of magic, magic will stimulate ionization in the air and produce electric arcs. This is just like the electric sparks we see under high voltage conditions." Xing Qingjiu recorded this in his notebook.

Previous experiments had demonstrated that the flow of mana in high-magic environments generates powerful electric fields, a phenomenon that underpinned his current instrument. He theorized that these fields were powerful enough to ionize air molecules, creating arcs. This phenomenon was particularly pronounced during large-scale magical rituals or in locations with a high concentration of mana. Simply put, mana inherently possesses high energy properties, and under certain conditions, this energy is released in the form of arcs.

Although he had initially verified this phenomenon, Xing Qingyu still couldn't find a specific correlation in the data, nor could he use statistical methods to summarize it into a statistical formula. It was as if some key measurement data was still missing in his experiment, making the data in front of him almost unconnected. This made him feel very frustrated.

But he wouldn't whine about the end of physics; he knew he simply hadn't found the right direction. The real world ultimately showed a trend toward chaos and thermalization, and as a researcher, his job was to grasp the true connections hidden within these complex phenomena.

From this perspective, researchers and detectives do have something in common.

Xing Qingfu is not a person who seeks quick success and instant benefits. Therefore, he is not in a hurry to produce results. Instead, he calms down and continues to be a dedicated science student in his studies and daily research.

Campus life was a leisurely pace, his days slipping quietly between the library, the laboratory, and the classroom. Every evening, he would quietly sit at his desk in his apartment, meticulously organizing the day's research data. The cool autumn breeze blew, and the leaves outside the window began to fall, bringing a touch of loneliness. Xing Qingfeng actually enjoyed this kind of life.

Time slowly flowed by in this peaceful daily routine. Until one day, an envelope disrupted Xing Qingwu's plant-like tranquility. The envelope's material and workmanship were both very sophisticated, and the wax seal used to seal it bore a logo that Xing Qingwu was quite familiar with:

——The emblem of the Aiba ⑶ Ling 镹冷 ⑺ ⑨ Wu 玐 Inzbern family.

"I remember they have internet access, right? Can't they just call or email if there's anything?" Xing Qingqu complained as he stood at the table. As he finished speaking, he casually tore open the envelope. Instead of the expected paper, a CD slipped out.

"...Looks like I misjudged them," Xing Qingqiu muttered awkwardly. He picked up the disc and examined it carefully. The surface of the disc was unmarked and looked ordinary. He walked to his desk and casually pressed the power button on his computer. The computer started up with a slight humming sound.

Whenever he turned on his computer, he always missed the machine he had bought for himself. He missed the old days when he would turn on his computer to watch anime, play games, or play mobile games on his phone in his spare time. His daily leisurely life...

...Huh? I can't quite remember what mobile games I played before.

"Let me see what Einzbern and the others have done." Xing Qingyu muttered. He pressed the eject button of the optical drive, and after the drive slowly slid out, he carefully placed the CD in it.

The optical drive slid back into the computer and began to hum. An autoplay window quickly popped up on the screen. Xing Qingqi stared at the screen, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the desktop. The screen went black for a moment, and then a familiar face appeared.

——Emiya Kiritsugu.

"Xing, long time no see. Sorry, I wanted to email or call you, but the line on the Einzbern side was down again." Emiya Kiritsugu said in the video, "So I could only record a video and email it to you."

Emiya Kiritsugu's face remained as stern as in his memory, but his voice held a rare softness. Xing Qingqi leaned back in his chair, listening quietly. In the video, Emiya Kiritsugu rubbed his temples with a slightly weary look and continued, "There's something I might need to ask of you. The Einzbern have prepared for the next Holy Grail War. The location will still be in Japan, far from the traditional world of magic, but the specific location will not be Fuyuki, but Kyoto."

Emiya Kiritsugu's tone was filled with fatigue that was hard to conceal. It seemed that the Einzbern family really valued this good son-in-law.

"In a sense, this marks the official unveiling of the Holy Grail War by Einzbern to the mage world. Of course, considering the nature of magi, we've kept our true purpose a secret. The Holy Grail War prize is simply a large crystal of magical power."

"For this Holy Grail War, we've reserved two spots for the Clock Tower," Emiya Kiritsugu continued, explaining, "and to facilitate subsequent Holy Grail Wars, we've given one spot to the Law and Politics Department. That leaves us with one spot. Are you interested?"

Emiya Kiritsugu on the screen revealed a relaxed smile. After not seeing him for a few years, he could actually laugh easily. "Personally, I really hope you can come. After all, it would be more convenient for us to have more acquaintances."

Xing Qingqiu remained silent, pondering the message conveyed in the video. Emiya Kiritsugu continued, "Alas, I should have communicated this to you in person, but I'm about to be busy on a business trip. This Holy Grail War is more like an exhibition match, and we've invited other local families with sacred lands to come—"

"--But in reality, they are all families on the verge of decline." Emiya Kiritsugu gave a wry smile, "Tell them that by winning the Holy Grail War, they can obtain treasures that can change their declining fate."

"And this Holy Grail War is to show them this so-called treasure and tell them that fighting locally will be more convenient and have a greater chance of winning the Holy Grail War."

Xing Qingfeng couldn't help but scoff when he heard this. "Fuck! This guy wants to get something for nothing," he muttered to himself. He quickly understood Emiya Kiritsugu's, or rather, the Einzbern's, plan. The Einzbern family was painting a rosy picture for these declining families, telling them that participating in the Holy Grail War would give them a chance to obtain something that could change their family's fate, and that providing a sacred site for the local host would increase their chances of victory.

——The Einzbern family doesn’t need to do anything, just take the portable module with them.

This Holy Grail War was like an exhibition for these small landlords, demonstrating that the Einzbern's promises were indeed true. After all, the Einzbern family only needed to observe and study the fragments of the Third Law, the Holy Grail Ritual. The magic crystals were merely a byproduct for them.

Emiya Kiritsugu's voice continued to echo in the video, "Anyway, that's about it. This Holy Grail War probably won't be very intense. After all, apart from the native families in Kyoto, the rest are just some second-rate mage families. As for the Japanese mage families... well, Japanese magedom has ultimately declined."

Well, the magic path is in decline, and then the heir to the fifth law and the person associated with the first law appeared in this damn place.

Emiya Kiritsugu on the screen finally said, "If you are interested, you can come here for a vacation, probably in the spring of next year."

"However, I think you could come to the Einzbern family in advance." Emiya Kiritsugu showed a playful expression. This was the first time Xing Qingfeng saw such an expression on his face. "After all, we are all familiar with each other, so it's okay to make some preparations in advance."

"Oh, the black whistle and all..." Xing Qingyu originally wanted to refuse, but the black whistle was from his own side, so he had no choice but to accept it, right?

After the video ended, Xing Qingqiu sat in his chair, pondering for a moment, then picked up his phone and called Waver. He remembered that Waver had always wanted to see his Servant again, and since he didn't have an urgent need for the Holy Grail War, he thought it would be better to see if Waver was interested in participating, and then he could go along.

After the call was connected, Xing Qingqi said something strange: "Wai, are you there?"

"Mr. Xing? Is there anything wrong?" Weber's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of confusion.

"I have a spot for the Holy Grail War. Would you like to give it a try?" Xing Qingyu went straight to the point.

There was a flurry of activity over the phone, as if Waver had nearly fallen over. Then he asked excitedly, "Eh? Mr. Xing, what do you mean by the Holy Grail War..."

"The Einzbern family is holding a Holy Grail War in Kyoto," Xing Qingfeng explained. "I don't know if you have time. I remember you care about this quite a lot."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, clearly Weber was digesting this sudden news. Xing Qingyu could imagine Weber's expression at that moment.

"Is it really possible?" There was a hint of uncertainty in Weber's voice. "It's such an important thing..."

"No problem," Xing Qingfeng smiled. "It's okay if you don't have time, because there will be more and more Subspecies Holy Grail Wars in the future, and it will be easy for me to get a spot."

"what?"

"My teacher provided some help to the Einzbern family, so it's quite convenient to hold a Holy Grail War." Xing Qingfeng replied, "See if you can put aside your work for the next two days. If you're really too busy, just let me know." Xing Qingfeng's tone became increasingly cocky. "It's no problem to hold a Holy Grail War whenever you have some free time."

"When did the Holy Grail War become such a breeze?!"

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This is roughly the end of the interlude, and I am quite satisfied with it. I still have some control over the two plots, and I am more confident and confident about the upcoming multi-plot storyline.

I plan to change the name of the book to "Mathematical Principles of Type-Moon World" these days. I feel that this can better express the characteristics in the title. What do you think?

The above is a new book by a new author. Please vote and give feedback. Thank you!

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One more thing. What's wrong with you, Wanfamen? Huh? Pure stereotype. I'm preparing for postgraduate entrance exams and writing a novel. How can I have time for romance? It's not that I can't do it, I just don't have the time. Do you understand?

Let’s reject stereotypes, starting with you and me.

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Volume 1: The Kyoto Holy Grail War without nagging: .

The ward was as still as a pool of water, as if not even the air dared to stir. The ticking of the wall clock and the gentle hum of the medical equipment became the only sounds in the silence, standing out from the crowd. Lying on the bed was a girl with golden curly hair. Her face was still delicate, her skin as white as porcelain, but her closed eyes and lifeless expression revealed that she had fallen into a long sleep.

The ward curtains were slightly lifted, letting the morning light filter through the cracks, slanting across her pale face, casting a soft shadow. Her breathing was so shallow, her chest barely rising or falling, her exhaled breath like a wisp of smoke in the autumn wind, as if ready to dissipate at any moment. Although the medical equipment indicated she was in excellent health, her demeanor as she lay on the hospital bed was like a delicate yet fragile work of art, poised to shatter at any moment.

Guarding the bedside was a girl with black hair, dry and brittle. Her once lustrous black strands were now a dull gray, rough and brittle to the touch. Her skin was a deathly pale, her muscles slightly stiff, and her lips were dry and dark purple. Her eyes were dull, staring blankly ahead, as if nothing before her could touch her heart.

"Cough... cough... cough..." The black-haired girl suddenly coughed painfully, and foul blood mixed with algae-like substances was spat out on the handkerchief in her palm with a violent cough. Her body trembled slightly, fatigue and pain intertwined on her face. Her fingers clutched the handkerchief tightly, as if trying to crush the tiny bit of pain.

"Miss Aozaki, is there really nothing that Ringo can do?" asked the black-haired girl.

An intellectual (at least she looked that way) woman with a long red ponytail and glasses sat at the other end of the bed and shook her head.

"The connection between her soul and mind has been completely broken, so fragile that even transferring her out of the body can't guarantee she won't suffer any damage. Her mind is so fragile that even her memories can't be retrieved," said the woman known as Aozaki. "Besides, even if I could extract her memories and transfer them into an identical body, you wouldn't be able to accept it, would you?"

"Really? This is the first time I've seen such a mess." The red-haired woman casually pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, took out a cigarette, put it in her mouth, and gently bit the cigarette holder. "I'm not sure if I can completely cure her. The risk is too great—"

"--However, I will try my best to make sure she wakes up for half an hour every day."

Although the soul is immortal and will not deteriorate, it is connected to the body by the spirit. Due to the influence of the body's withering, the soul of the blonde woman lying on the bed is also tending to break up. The reason she is still alive is because she was transferred to a living body in time before she completely perished.

But after all, it is not the original body, so the person on the bed can never wake up again, and the soul in his body is just on the verge of breaking. If it undergoes another transfer, it will probably completely dissipate the moment it leaves the body.

The shattering of the soul is not a problem. For the world, as long as the records in the Astral Realm do not disappear, the soul is immortal.

——But his spirit will disappear in this process, and the memories and experiences carried by the spirit will also disappear. At that time, it is difficult to say whether his personality can still maintain its identity.

Yet, faced with such a thorny problem, the red-haired woman actually felt that the risk was too great and that there was little chance of a complete recovery. She even managed to find a way to allow her to wake up for half an hour every day in this state.

——Yes, this person is the Grand Puppeteer Aozaki Touko. Perhaps, apart from the magician, only this Grand Puppeteer has the confidence to say such a thing.

"Really? Thank you so much... cough cough," the black-haired girl couldn't help coughing violently again when she got a little excited. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she carefully wrapped the dirt mixed with blood and algae on the handkerchief and placed it on the table next to the bed, which was already piled with similar handkerchiefs.

Aozaki Touko held a cigarette in her mouth but didn't light it. "As for the deposit, how about eight-tenths of the money? Also, this body you're using now will have to be replaced sooner or later. Your soul, dwelling in a dead body, will be affected by it and its deterioration rate will increase significantly. You might die before she recovers."

"Well, how about a quarter of the Magic Seal as a deposit, another quarter when the spare body is delivered in a year, and the remaining half if the cure is successful?"

"No need to divide it up. Just take the magic seal. I don't like the hassle." The black-haired girl smiled. "As agreed before, part of the shares of my business will be delivered to you in a month."