Magic is not just witches riding on broomsticks, or demons summoned in the dead of night. Of course, it can be, but it is not limited to that. Magic is the power of possibility.

Only by possessing both tempered martial arts and transcendent imagination and willpower can one step into the ultimate.

Do not be constrained by common sense; expand your own boundaries!

Although Qi Xing did not fully believe the devil's words, he knew there was truth in them. In this past month, as he pondered his two silver coins and rethought his martial arts and spells, he had indeed gained some insights.

When would the next battle be? What kind of Demon Lord would he encounter?

Though he didn't say it aloud, Qi Xing was actually looking forward to it a little in his heart.

Thus, Sasa also took this opportunity to cover her mouth and giggle.

Isn't indulging in brutally killing enemies also a kind of desire?

"Sasa, do you really not know where to find the next silver coin?"

After finishing today's cultivation, Qi Xing finally asked, "It would be better for you if I collected the silver coins quickly."

"Don't look at me, I really don't know."

The Evil God loli's mouth curled up, revealing an innocent smile, like a cat intentionally trying to annoy someone.

"At least Italy definitely doesn't have the next one. There shouldn't be any within a thousand miles."

A thousand miles sounds large at first glance, but the Earth is actually very big; it's impossible to just run around like a headless fly. Moreover, this devil might not fully cooperate with Qi Xing.

"The more silver coins you collect, the stronger my sensing ability for the remaining ones will become. Don't worry about collecting twenty-nine coins only to be unable to find the last one. But two is still too few. Please keep working hard."

Tsk, fine.

Calm down. Having one's mind filled with thoughts of finding silver coins is actually a desire that needs to be controlled.

—Sigh, but it's strange; desire always presents a new opportunity just when you want to control it.

Qi Xing had just finished today's training when a guest arrived.

He was a man with full white hair, a rugged beard, and eyes that gleamed with a cold, beast-like light. Standing there, he was silent yet full of oppressive pressure.

Time had carved deep wrinkles into his face, crisscrossed with old scars and sharp features, as keen as an old sword; his mere aura made one dare not act rashly.

He wore an Air Force leather jacket that had long since faded and was mottled with cracks; his jeans were full of wear, the torn fabric at the knees like medals from a battlefield. Those yellow eyes were as cold and keen as a wolf's, conveying a silent deterrence as they scanned the surroundings, filled with the sharpness of seeing through deception after experiencing countless life-and-death situations, and also revealing a certain world-weary detachment.

Hanging on his chest was a silver clover pendant, its metallic luster long since worn dull by the years, as if it had witnessed his entire life.

Qi Xing recognized him, though he had only met him a few times in official settings.

"This is Grand Mentor Orphir Warlock of the Brotherhood of Wolves, who has just returned from Denmark after eliminating a northern Nazi cult."

So Elaine still introduced the guest for Qi Xing, "The Wolf Lord of Fenia—the Wrath of God, the Mouth of Satan!"

This last title was the most interesting. Elaine even deliberately raised her volume, clearly intending to disgust the devil who was nearby—Sasa was invisible to everyone except Qi Xing if she didn't want to be seen. But Elaine certainly knew she was definitely floating near Qi Xing.

What the hell with the "Wrath of God, Mouth of Satan."

The Satan loli floating to the side only felt that the apple in her hand was no longer sweet; in an instant, she felt as uncomfortable as if she had eaten Beelzebub's dinner.

She knew these Irish savages who called themselves [Mouth of Satan] and claimed to work for her were in the [Original World] database; she didn't know when her brother had written them in while bored—only, she truly hadn't realized that she had copied too much code and had actually copied this part over as well… Strange, did she really copy this part?

What was even stranger was that for some reason, in her world, these savages had actually turned into a group of werewolves!

"In the name of Finn and the High King, greetings to you, [Master Leipu]!" the Wolf Lord of Fenia said to Qi Xing in a resonant, powerful voice.

Qi Xing could feel his strength. The Grand Mentor of the Brotherhood of Wolves was probably a bit weaker than Paladin Gwendolyn, but should not be weaker than Duchess Remina. They were all top-tier knights of the Church.

However, Qi Xing basically didn't know what this [In the name of Finn and the High King] actually meant. He hadn't dealt much with the Church's werewolves before. "High King" was easy to guess; it was probably another title for God. But Finn… Finn?

Regardless, in his past life, Qi Xing had played and watched some Fate-related things, and he finally realized—the Irish Fianna, the Fenian warriors, that's… that group with Diarmuid, right? The Knight Commander Finn indeed had a role in FGO.

But Qi Xing really didn't expect that they were actually werewolves??

"The Fenian warriors were a protective warband that existed in ancient Ireland, coming from all over Ireland, and they all lived in the wilderness." Elaine noticed Qi Xing's confusion and explained, "It's impossible to verify carefully now, but perhaps because of this folklore, most Fenian warriors have the ability to transform into wolves, and it is not necessarily based on lineage. For example, their legendary warband leader, Finn Mac Cumhaill, was a master of both magic and martial arts, a [Skin-walker] who used spells to turn into a wolf. Of course, there are also werewolves with hereditary bloodlines like the Farad family recorded in the 'Song of Martial Arts'."

As for the kind of rabid werewolves that transmit curses by biting, they certainly did not exist. After all, things that cannot be controlled cannot become part of the warrior class.

"The [High King] in the mouths of the Fenians originally referred to the Celtic Holy King. But later, the Fenian warband perished, and three hundred years later, under the guidance of Saint Patrick, the Celts collectively converted to Christianity."

Saint Patrick was a very famous 5th-century Christian saint that even Qi Xing knew about. He brought faith and advanced culture to the island of Ireland, leading Ireland out of the barbaric age, and was hailed by later generations as the [Patron Saint of Ireland], remaining an important historical figure in Ireland to this day.

"After Saint Patrick came to Ireland, he had a debate with Finn's son, Oisín, about whether Irish tradition or Christian culture was better."

"At the end of the argument, Oisín said he didn't want to argue anymore; he wanted to talk directly to Saint Patrick's God. If that King of Saints in heaven needed powerful warriors, then he would certainly need the Fenian warriors—"

Holy crap. "So Jesus agreed?" Even Qi Xing was a bit shocked.

"Indeed, the High King consented." The current Wolf Lord of Fenia, a descendant of Finn, interrupted.

"Therefore, we no longer serve the High King on earth, but serve the High King of Heaven." The Old Wolf's deep voice was full of pride for his ancestors and bloodline.

Now, not to mention Qi Xing being surprised, even the devil floating to the side choked on her apple!

Actually, this wasn't that strange. If you want to keep the werewolf warrior tradition and also have Christianity, what do you do? Then just have the Fenian werewolf warriors swear allegiance to Christ! This way, the [tradition] is whitewashed and becomes part of Christianity. It's a win-win for everyone!

In this way, the Fenian warriors became [retainers] of the High King of Heaven! Hey, their tempers and airs were actually quite big!

What a Space Wolf (Irish limited edition)! But Qi Xing had already decided not to complain about such things.

Instead, Sasa was holding her head and wailing to the side, though it wasn't clear what she was unhappy about.

"Hello, Wolf Lord." Qi Xing nodded to the Old Wolf, "Has something happened that you came to find me specifically?"

Although Qi Xing respected all warriors who protected the good, they weren't very familiar with each other after all. If a top-tier expert of the righteous path came to visit him, [Master Leipu], it basically meant trouble had occurred that required a higher-level expert to solve, right?

Unexpectedly, Elaine took up the conversation at this moment and said, "Actually, there is a troublesome matter that might be related to the [silver coin]… but it's not very suitable for the Church to come forward directly."

[silver coin]? Qi Xing immediately understood in his heart—ordinary experts couldn't handle the [Silver Coin Messenger] at all, so it was very normal to ask Qi Xing for help.

Good heavens, he had just resolved to control his desires and not be too eager to find silver coins, and this universe came to mess with him—sometimes resisting fate is indeed futile. Qi Xing decided he would wait until the next intermission to resolve to control his desires and not look for silver coins.

"Speak." So Qi Xing smiled slightly, "It's no trouble for me."

"It's… um…" Elaine hesitated for a rare moment, taking some time to organize her words, "Have you heard of the [Tomb of Christ] in Aomori Prefecture, Japan?"

What? What is that? 062: Saint Young Men!

Elaine spent ten minutes explaining, finally making Qi Xing understand what this [Tomb of Christ] in Aomori Prefecture, Japan, actually was.

Simply put, in Aomori Prefecture in northeastern Japan, a place famous for selling apples where apple production is number one in Japan, a very strange legend was popular.

A local village claimed that two thousand years ago, the Son of God was not really nailed to the cross, but crossed Siberia, escaped to northeastern Japan, changed his name to [Tokurai Daitenko] in that village, married and had daughters as a garlic farmer, and lived to be 106 years old, and was buried in the village after his death.

Wow! What wild history! It's as wild as the Heavenly Emperor! One can only say that folklore is still too imaginative.

Naturally, all Christian denominations in the world denied this legend. This tomb was fake no matter how one thought about it.

But on the other hand, the local village did indeed retain some strange traditions to this day. For example, whenever a newborn was born, the villagers would mark the baby with a charcoal cross for blessings. For example, on the first Sunday of every June, the villagers would hold a ceremony in front of the [Tomb of Christ], holding a [Christ Festival]. Initially, it was organized by the locals in the village, but later, because it developed into a strange B-grade tourist attraction, it was handed over to the tourism association to be in charge.

Since ancient times, the ceremony of this [Christ Festival] had been conducted in the form of Shintoism, using Shinto-paradigm invocations and tamagushi to offer to the Son of God. Because they believed they were the descendants of [Tokurai Daitenko], this was a very normal ancestor worship.

Honestly, this sounded really creepy. "You aren't going to tell me this Tomb of Christ is real, are you?" By now, Qi Xing was really a bit nervous. It wasn't that he cared about Christian theology, but he really couldn't accept such an absurd worldview where even this was possible. And…

"That's not right, I have seen the scene of the Son of God being nailed to the cross at Golgotha in Satan's memories." He was referring to the documentary that Sasa had shown him at the bottom of the universe, on the throne. Yego suffered on the cross, died, and descended into the underworld—beating Sasa up within three days, knocking her and the throne together from the throne of the spirit world into the abyss.

"We certainly don't think that [Tomb of Christ] is real." Elaine said somewhat helplessly, "The Church sent investigators to check the whole village a long time ago, and they didn't find anything strange. Experts speculated and analyzed that it might just be that hidden Christians from Japan's Warring States period and Edo period escaped to the northeast, built a village, and then the faith was deformed during the transmission process… or something like that."

During Japan's Warring States period, Saint Francis Xavier had gone to Japan to preach. However, after the shogunate was established in the Edo period, due to fear of outsiders, the country was closed. Therefore, a ban on religion was issued, and all Christian believers were hunted and persecuted, either executed or exiled. The repression was too severe, which resulted in the largest uprising (peasant rebellion) in Japanese history, led by Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, which was also mentioned in the neighboring Fate series.

From then on, the activities of Japanese Christians completely went underground, pretending to abandon the faith but still secretly believing, and passing down Christian doctrines orally from generation to generation. As the saying goes, games like "telephone" always get stranger the more they are passed on. Over hundreds of years, their faith had merged to a certain extent with Japan's original Shintoism and Buddhism… becoming, well, a little bit strange… for example, transforming the statue of the Child-Giving Guanyin into a statue of the Virgin Mary, and using sake and rice to replace wine and bread, and so on. The Amakusa-style Church mentioned in "A Certain Magical Index," which many people have watched, is one such example.

"The Church's experts think that the [Tomb of Christ] should just be a normal phenomenon of the fusion of hidden Christians and local traditional beliefs." Elaine said here, and also signaled to Qi Xing the Irish Celtic Old Wolf Lord on the side. Hey, they could even be werewolf warriors serving the High King Jesus; don't underestimate how many strange variant versions Christianity can run out of in these two thousand years!

"All along, the Holy See has felt that this matter is nothing special, and there is no need to care… until a strange thing suddenly happened in the last ten years." Ten years ago? Qi Xing couldn't help but frown: "What strange thing?"

"In that village—[Shingo Village], a child appeared who could kill a great mountain witch monster at the age of seven, and he was from the village's leading family, the Jingo Family." "In Shingo Village, there is no longer anyone with the surname [Tokurai]. But it is said that the [Shingo] family is the descendant of Christ's direct bloodline in the local legend." In addition, Elaine added that the Japanese pronunciation of [Shingo] and [Shingo] is the same, but the kanji written out are different.

Eek, a child who could kill a great monster at the age of seven. Although a great monster is not as good as a great demon, it is definitely not weak.

Qi Xing looked at Elaine, then at the silent Old Wolf Lord sitting on the side, and finally complained: "It's been ten years now, the person is seventeen years old, and the Holy See only thought about going to check?"

"Uh, that's not how it's calculated." Elaine, who had been gradually getting promoted in the Holy See recently, shrank awkwardly, "This kind of thing… first of all, whether acknowledged or not, it is a huge loss for the Holy See, so it is better to put it aside and handle it coldly."

After all, Qi Xing was not a complete political idiot; he was stunned for a moment, then reacted. But he still couldn't stand it: "Admit, indeed cannot admit casually, I understand this. But why not send experts to check?"

Public admission is of course impossible; this goes without saying; as for why not publicly deny—if the Holy See publicly denies, wouldn't it chill the hearts of Japanese believers? Any Pope with a little brain can understand this principle.

"How to send? Send secretly in private?" Elaine explained weakly, "Sending supernatural experts to sneak into Japan privately is slapping the Japanese government's face in private; sending experts to investigate publicly is slapping the Japanese people's face publicly."

"That [Tomb of Christ] is a project of the Japan National Tourism Organization. It's the 21st century now, cutting off people's financial path is like killing their parents; the Church is certainly not willing to do that."

Qi Xing was speechless listening to this. It must be admitted that Elaine, as a disciple, was much better at handling these political relationships than her master, Father Amos, and was much better at it.

"These are just secular political issues; in addition, there are supernatural problems."