Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Okay, Takechiyo, let's go."

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When Kenta saw Fujiwara Shigenobu standing with Xing Qingqi in the courtyard, he subconsciously stopped and the expression on his face gradually changed from confusion to horror.

"Master, you are not..." Kenta stuttered, but his voice trembled a little because of nervousness.

"So this is the setting." When Xing Qingyu saw Kenta's reaction, he figured out the man with twenty faces' method.

He walked to the door of the warehouse and carefully observed the barrier that had been set up earlier. He gently ran his fingers over the transparent tape on the door frame to confirm that it had not been damaged.

"It's still a secret room..." Xing Qingqiu muttered to himself, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. He nodded, then turned to Fujiwara Shigenobu and said goodbye politely, "Then I'll take my leave."

At this time, Fujiwara Shigenobu was still checking details with Kenta, asking when and where it happened. He was stunned for a moment when he heard Xing Qingjiu's farewell.

——Then he realized that Xing Qingfeng really didn't need to stay here any longer. Fujiwara Shigenobu's expression gradually changed from confusion to understanding, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

He nodded and decided to begin clearing the barrier within the warehouse. He walked to the door and slowly pushed open the heavy wooden door, which creaked slightly. The cold air still lingered within, and Fujiwara Shigenobu carefully began to dismantle the barrier he had set up.

After he finished dismantling the barrier, Fujiwara Shigenobu opened the wooden box. The contents were exceptionally clear in the dim light. The Muramasa sword lay quietly within the box, its scabbard patterned with ancient yet exquisite patterns. Fujiwara Shigenobu gently removed the sword and carefully examined it. There was nothing unusual about it, either in appearance or feel.

——However, when he grasped the hilt, slowly pulled out the blade and examined it carefully, he discovered a line of faintly visible small words written on the blade:

"Twenty faces greet each other."

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I feel that the trick is still too old-fashioned. I wonder what you think?

The next step is to thread the threads through Assassin, which is basically the time to intersect these seven threads.

The above is a new book by a new author. Please give me your feedback. Thank you!

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Recommend this book: "I am determined to destroy human nature by only supporting Roman"

The free fanfiction of FGO is about to be finished, so the author hopes that more people will come to Lingmeng①亻尔冷三②Lingqi to have a look. If you are interested, you can go and have a look.

Summary:

Welcome to the timeline of Solomon's destruction of humanity. Here you can see:

The protagonist who loves to cling to Roman and dances on his belly late at night

Matthew, who learned the roar of the dragon and raised a snake instead of Fufu

They can't take care of children but force them to do so. Some of the Demon Pillars are still undercover in Chaldea.

Roman is tired every day and can't let go of his pride

Of course, Group A is the one who saves humanity.

The captain who is obsessed with divination and tries to rewrite the author's script

Ophelia, a berserker (?) specializing in close combat with fists

Kadoc becomes stronger but still has to assist the boss

The only nurse in the team, Pepe, who has the bloodline of Firefly Grass Black Tengu

Beryl, who is not a human but a dog

God's Neighbor - Dream ⑴児⊙彡価绮丝玎暗星参演的美人丶Daibit

What are you asking Lao Jie?

She is working with U0 to try to crush Solomon and Chaldea, wish her good luck (laughs)

Volume 14: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without Nagging: . Even Phantom Thieves Can Fall Down

The Fujiwara residence was bathed in a saffron-yellow afterglow at dusk, the sky gradually tinged with a blend of deep blue and orange-red. The trees in the courtyard cast mottled shadows, and the leaves swayed gently in the wind, creating a gentle rustling sound. The corridors of the Fujiwara residence were exceptionally quiet, the occasional chirping of insects being particularly noticeable.

Xing Qingwu walked hurriedly in the quiet courtyard with quick steps.

"If that Twenty-Faced Man had been lurking here all along..." Xing Qingqiu's thoughts raced through his mind. He recalled everything that had just happened in the warehouse and pondered, "Would Assassin's aura shielding be enough to conceal him from the dense barrier covering the entire courtyard?"

"Or is it that the Twenty Faces never replaced anyone? No... that's too outrageous, much more outrageous than hiding."

"Forget it. Let's just assume that Twenty Faces has already completed the theft. The method isn't the key point," Xing Qingfeng thought. "If the contents of the letter are true, then he should have completed the entire process, that is, the process of taking the items and leaving, at exactly six o'clock."

"Either the Fujiwara no Shigenobu who has been with me all this time is a fake, but that's obviously impossible. If even the Master Fujiwara no Shigenobu can change his disguise for an entire afternoon without being exposed——"

"—That proves that Assassin's disguise skills can even conceal the demonic contract between him and his Servant."

He walked straight through the corridor, the slight sound of his shoes scraping against the wooden floor being particularly clear in the empty space. The scenery of the courtyard passed by him quickly.

When he was about to reach the gate and prepare to leave Fujiwara's house completely, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

——Standing in front of him was a thin boy who looked ordinary, even a little weak.

The young man was tall and slender, with fair skin and smooth black hair that swayed gently in the breeze. His bangs fell neatly across his forehead, covering his eyebrows, and the ends of his hair were slightly curled, falling naturally to his chin. Despite his ordinary appearance, Xing Qingfeng immediately sensed something was wrong with him. He was a Servant, a truly pure one.

The ones he had come into contact with in the past two days were either spirits with the characteristics of servants, or twenty-faced beings that were only detectable as non-human in disguise. Even the Schrödinger he summoned was a bit unconventional, which caused Xing Qingfu to be stunned when he first saw a regular servant.

As for Mandicardo? Xing Qingqiu's impression of him was more of that familiar rusty sword. He always felt that he had seen it somewhere before.

"Are the servants of the Fujiwara family so weak..." Xing Qingfeng muttered to himself. He could clearly feel the other party's panel attributes -

——In his eyes, among all the attributes of this Servant, even the highest endurance was only at the D+ level, far below the standard he expected.

Xing Qingyu shook his head, putting aside these chaotic thoughts, and continued to rush towards the street. He wanted to take a gamble, betting that the Servant had left the street through the main gate in an open and aboveboard manner. Then there must be a shortest path, and as long as he followed this path, he could intercept him.

The last rays of sunset faded, and night crept in. Xing Qingfeng's figure gradually blended into the encroaching darkness, his footsteps echoing in the empty courtyard.

Xing Qingqiu felt that he was even a little paranoid now. Logically speaking, this matter had nothing to do with him at all. Even if he had received a similar warning letter, he shouldn't have felt this way.

But he couldn't help but want to verify it, to validate his own hypothesis. Proving that the house had never been opened would only prove that the theft had been completed long before the barrier was set up. But what Xing Qingfeng wanted to know was the method by which the other party hid in the Fujiwara residence, nothing more.

From this perspective, perhaps Xing Qingyu as a researcher and the detective have something in common, both of them have a strong obsession with the truth.

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If Twenty Faces hadn't made other plans, he would have been intercepted by Xing Qingjiu. Unfortunately, he had other things to do, so he took a detour. Night had gradually fallen, and the Kyoto sky was dyed a soft orange-red by the setting sun, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Xing Qingfeng had already mastered the terrain and movement routes of this area. He not only calculated the shortest possible route for the twenty-faced people, but also the alternative routes that the twenty-faced people would choose under different action modes.

——But the only thing he didn't expect was the Twenty Faces' sudden impulse.

At this moment, Twenty Faces was carrying a set of fishing gear, disguising himself as an ordinary fisherman. His attire was ordinary, with a straw hat covering most of his face. The fishing bag in his hands looked a little worn, as if he had just returned from a small river in the countryside. However, he didn't have a single catch in his hands, which was perhaps the only flaw in his disguise.

——No, to some extent, perhaps this look of not catching any fish is more in line with the image of an ordinary fisherman.

Twenty Faces strolled through Nishiki Market in downtown Kyoto. It used to be bustling and ablaze with lights, but now, at dusk, the crowds had thinned. Most shops had already closed their iron gates, leaving only a few dim lights lining the streets, casting a mottled, desolate light on the ground. A few scattered shops remained open. Occasionally, a few stray cats slipped silently between the empty stalls, adding to the market's solitude.

This made Twenty Faces look like a scoundrel who hadn't caught any fish and had gone to the market in frustration to buy some, only to find that the shops were already closed. He walked alone in this empty market, feeling quite distressed.

"I shouldn't have set the time at six o'clock." He sighed in his heart.

The reason he came to the market was also very simple. Since he knew that the other party was Tokugawa Ieyasu, and he still liked to eat tempura——

——So he planned to make a sea bream tempura for Tokugawa Ieyasu, and that was it.

However, the market was almost closed at the moment, which gave him a headache. Modern shopping places like supermarkets were still a bit unfamiliar to him, and he was still more accustomed to buying things in the market.

"Looks like I have to let that kid Ryosuke take me to the supermarket..." Twenty Faces couldn't help but mutter to himself. The fish shops in Kyoto market often close early, and it's impossible for him to really go fishing for sea bream in the middle of winter.

Otherwise, by then, his current appearance as an air force guy will no longer be a disguise.

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When we see Twenty Faces again, he's holding a violin case. The late December night isn't bitterly cold, but there's still a slight chill in the air. People on the street, wrapped tightly in their coats, hurry along. The violin case feels heavy in his hands, its surface reflecting the dim light of the street lamp.

Twenty Faces maintained his airman disguise: he wore an old-fashioned jacket, draped over a fishing tackle bag concealing his Muramasa sword. His straw hat was pulled low, revealing a few wisps of graying hair, a slightly disheveled appearance that cleverly complemented the wear and tear on his features.

Compared to the airtight defenses of the Fujiwara residence, stealing the zither from the apartment of a young man named Alex Harper was a piece of cake for Twenty Faces. Under the night sky, he silently walked through the streets of Kyoto, his shadow long and straight, cast by the streetlights. The air was filled with a faint winter scent, just the right chill.

He was walking home, passing through a neighborhood that still retained some of its life, when he happened to catch a glimpse of a dilapidated apartment building on the side of the road. This was the base of one of the Masters in this Holy Grail War. Honestly, it was a rather shabby place, with a mottled exterior and several broken windows that had been patched up with scotch tape. There really wasn't much to steal in a place like that.

But that was the base of other contestants in the Holy Grail War after all, so he used the skills he possessed when he was Twenty Faces to create a warning letter and posted it there. It was not until the other party opened the letter that he realized that there was a piano in his house that could be stolen.

On his way home tonight, he remembered this matter. Calculating the time, it seemed he had to complete the contents of the notice letter before the end of the day. Alas, this was also the limitation of being a twenty-faced person.

At first, Twenty Faces didn't even bother with any disguise, as the apartment was completely empty. He simply found a piece of wire and easily pried open the lock, causing the door to creak softly in the night. Although there were warning barriers inside the room, he managed to trick them by simply disguising himself as Alex...

The process was extremely boring. He found the guitar hidden deep in the closet with almost no effort. However, he had nothing to put the guitar in, and he didn't expect that the most troublesome part of the whole process would be to find a case for the guitar.

Twenty Faces sighed, harping on his zither. He really didn't want to steal from this young man's house, but if he wanted to obtain information about other participants in the Holy Grail War, he had to write a warning letter. And once the other party opened the warning letter—

——You must act according to what is written in the letter.

At this moment, Twenty Faces walked along the street in the night, the violin case he carried in his hand looking rather out of place. It formed a stark contrast with the fishing gear he carried on his back, which concealed the Muramasa sword. It looked quite strange indeed.

But soon, a being even stranger than himself appeared before him—

A "Shadow Servant" quietly appeared before the Twenty Faces. Compared to the blurry, mist-shrouded face of yesterday, the spirit now appeared more distinct. The mist seemed to solidify, surrounding him like a thick shadow. Though his features were still a little blurry, he could be discerned as an elderly man. The spirit's clothing also became clearer. It was a thin kimono, plain and unblemished. However, this simple attire contrasted sharply with the unsheathed blade in his hand. The blade remained unsheathed, but a closer look revealed his thumb firmly gripping the hilt.

On this dark street, the Twenty-Faced Man's attention was focused on the other man's scabbarded blade. Although the blade was not exposed, he still felt a sense of oppression, as if the blade was already flashing coldly, ready to chop his throat at any moment.

"Phantom Thief's Insight: C" states that when faced with an "actual treasure" that existed in history and has accurate records, all twenty faces can accurately identify its true name.

The Japanese sword in the spirit's hand was the perfect target for triggering this skill. Even though the blade was hidden deep within its sheath, the aura of the blade had already invaded his perception like a tangible object.

"-Ootengu Masayasu..." He murmured the real name of the sword in a low voice. It was the sword of Yagyu Tajima-no-kami Munenori. According to legend, it was a famous sword bestowed upon the Yagyu by Tokugawa Iemitsu, the grandson of Tokugawa Ieyasu.

"...I see. Is this the effect of Shogun Tokugawa's Noble Phantasm?" After realizing this, the Twenty-Faced One quietly retreated a few steps, trying to bypass the spirit without making any noise.

Although the Twenty-Faced Man was a genuine Servant, his direct combat ability was pitifully low. Not to mention magi, even a few trained ordinary people could fight him back and forth. But just as he was about to leave, the spirit, which had been as silent as a statue, seemed to come alive at the moment of his retreat. Those previously empty eyes suddenly locked onto the Twenty-Faced Man—

—Though oblivious to ordinary passersby, he accurately detected Assassin, who possessed the Aura Blocking Technique. Though he still possessed no intelligence, he could accurately discern the difference between ordinary people, magi, and even servants.

The spirit's thumb flicked slightly, and the sheath opened slightly, emitting a crisp sound, as if announcing the approach of death. The next moment, his other hand quickly and steadily grasped the hilt of the knife. The entire movement was smooth and powerful, without a single unnecessary movement. The moment the blade was unsheathed, a flash of cold light flashed, and the air seemed to be instantly cut through, making a sharp and piercing sound.

The spirit attacked without hesitation, without wasted movement. The icy blade, following the most logical path, blocked all escape routes for the Twenty Faces. His movements were as swift as lightning, and the blade's light, like a streak of silk, carved a dazzling arc across the night sky.

Twenty Faces instinctively tried to dodge, but he had nowhere to hide from the opponent's attack. The blade instantly ripped through his clothes, leaving a trail of bright red blood.

The spirit didn't hesitate, each strike aiming for the Twenty-Faced Man's vital points with pinpoint accuracy. Its swordplay was concise yet deadly, each swing blocking all escape routes, as if it had foreseen his next move. Wherever the blade struck, blood streaked across the Twenty-Faced Man's body, the blood glaring in the moonlight.

Although the spirit before him clearly lacked any intelligence, its mechanically precise attacks were terrifying. Compared to the haphazard, stick-wielding attacks of the previous two nights, the spirit now resembled a well-trained swordsman.

"Damn it..." Twenty Faces gritted his teeth as he frantically ran through the alleyway in the night. The dim streetlights stretched his shadow far out, and the narrow alley walls flashed before his eyes. His breathing was rapid and heavy, and sweat dripped down his forehead, mixing with a few streaks of blood on his face, making him look even more disheveled.

Despite this, Twenty Faces still carried his fishing bag and clutched his violin case tightly. Even with the relentless clatter of pursuing spirits and the sharp crack of blades slicing through the air behind him, he had no desire to put down his belongings. The heaviness of the violin case and the bulk of the fishing bag made running seem particularly strenuous, but he refused to let go.

The night wind howled, and the air in the alley was as cold as a knife cutting into Twenty Faces' face. He could almost feel the cold energy of the Great Tengu Masaru chasing his steps from behind, and with every sharp turn and every dodge, the blade would follow, almost slicing through his clothes.

Even though every muscle in his body protested, Twenty Faces refused to let go of the burden in his hands. Sometimes, he even had to risk his body to protect his fishing bag and guitar case from the spirit's blade.

"If it still has the same strength as in the past two days, I can beat it..." Twenty-Faced Man thought. The knife light behind him attacked again, this time faster and more fiercely. Twenty-Faced Man could almost feel the coldness of the blade sticking to his back, and then the warm blood dyed his back red again, gradually becoming cold and sticky in the cold night.

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Referring to the setting of experience values, Tokugawa Ieyasu's ability here can be regarded as an extension of it. However, it is true that Tokugawa Ieyasu does not have his own Noble Phantasm, and it is also the setting of the original work.

I should be able to update normally tomorrow, because I used last month's royalties to buy a guitar, so I don't have money to buy Black Myth, haha.

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Recommend this book: "Comics, My Problem Girl Development Game"

The harem direction, the introduction is as follows:

After traveling to the world of anime, Kitagawa Cheng obtained a training device for a problem girl.

If you want to live a good life, you must give happiness to those girls who have some physical and mental problems.

Although she clearly doesn't want to be in a relationship, she is still faced with Tangtang who is on the verge of suicide; Liuhua who is obsessed with Chunibyo; Xiangzi, the down-and-out broken young lady; and Xiaozi who is deeply trapped in the quagmire of bullying...

My life is like walking on thin ice. Do you think I can make it to the other side?

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Tangtang: Ah P, if a person dreams until he dies and never wakes up, do you think this dream can still be considered a dream?

Rikka Takanashi: Kukuku, my dear friend, our journey is eternal and there is no end!

Toyokawa Shoko: You are a person whose mind is always thinking about others.

Yukinoshita Yukino: Please give me the power to distort your life.

Nishimiya Glass: Thank you, my 70s hero.

Volume 15: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without a Nagging 翏, 敹無榇榇涼寺铃⑤}: . Okita-san can't achieve a big victory today either.

The cold wind still echoed through the narrow streets. The light of the street lamps shone through the dim night, casting a shadow of varying depths on the uneven stone pavement. Occasionally, a few dead leaves were picked up by the wind, spinning in the air, streaking through the silent alleys, and finally landing silently in a corner, merging with the cold ground.

Okita Souji stood in the silence, the sword in her hand had been sheathed, the scabbard pressed coldly against her palm, giving off a faint chill.