Heh... Ptooey!!
Spitting silently in his heart, the magus began to restore his appearance after leaving his ship. Based on purchase records, someone would soon find his true identity. His true identity was indeed incredibly old. This was the appearance he deliberately presented when registering as a magus. In this way, as long as he used magical energy to restore his youth, he could hide among the crowd.
Who would imagine that he could freely control his appearance? If not for the fact that a boy's body was not fully at its peak, and a middle-aged body appeared slightly old... because he had lived too long, he truly did not want to age even a little bit. In this magus's eyes, even middle age belonged to the category of the elderly.
Especially in the era when this magus was born, before the average lifespan on the European continent had been raised, what people now saw as middle age could indeed be counted as old age.
Only a handsome, youthful appearance was what he pursued. A young body, an active mind, magical energy that could be manipulated at will; a young body naturally had unparalleled advantages.
Heaven knows how ecstatic he was when he completed this magecraft and changed from old back to young! Feeling his body capable of running and jumping, feeling his body not needing magic to maintain all the physiological issues that appeared due to old age!! How proud this made him. This magecraft allowed him to redeem his self-esteem.
Thanks to this magecraft, he could act wantonly and shamelessly in the magus world. Anyway, when doing some dirty deeds, he would adjust his age to look old. On one hand, an old man easily lowered others' guards. On the other hand, it was also to change his image in the eyes of others.
In short, such actions were very successful. Isn't the fact that he has been active until now the strongest proof of this?
Next, he would continue to live on relying on this ability. It was nothing more than abandoning his previous identity. As long as he could achieve eternal life and obtain powerful strength, what did it matter if he lost his identity? It was nothing more than a name, a code. When he possessed absolutely powerful strength, even the most ordinary name would become a synonym for terror.
It was enough to understand the most basic information that he was still himself.
The magus gritted his teeth, then vanished into the crowd.
Over there, after King Arthur eliminated Berserker, everyone else around became vigilant. After all, this King Arthur had a precedent of attacking others the previous night.
At this moment, the magi watching the scene through the live broadcast also began to guess, deducing who would be the next to withdraw from the Holy Grail War. In the eyes of most people, Assassin and the Knight were extremely likely to be the second person to exit. After all, compared to other Heroic Spirits, their strength seemed slightly weaker.
Although the Heroic Spirit claiming to be a bladesmith didn't look very strong either, at least his teammate Napoleon had a certain deterrent power. Most importantly, this bladesmith Heroic Spirit was still hiding his trump card, which was his Noble Phantasm. It seemed this Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasm was not the Muramasa blade he had once forged.
Moreover, judging from the information they heard initially, it seemed that using this Noble Phantasm came with a significant cost. However, the higher the corresponding cost, the more special the Noble Phantasm. This bladesmith seemed to be quite a famous figure in this country. As Muramasa elements appeared in more and more games, this bladesmith would become increasingly well-known. This bladesmith would likely display a certain amount of strength on foreign soil as well.
Precisely because of this, many people guessed that the Noble Phantasm mastered by this Heroic Spirit could probably be described as mutually destructive. Even if the effect of this Noble Phantasm wasn't truly taking another person away with him, its power should be enough to reach such a state.
So overall, it was the Knight and Assassin who looked relatively weak, even when working together. Although that Assassin's Noble Phantasm seemed to have an instant-death ability, and a large amount of poison could indeed send a Heroic Spirit away directly, King Arthur and Napoleon didn't look like they would be easily taken away by poison no matter how one looked at it.
As for the Knight, most people had already guessed his identity. That armor and the name of the Noble Phantasm; the only one who could combine these two was that existence who was once unruly but was beaten black and blue by reality.
Fight! Fight!
Many excited magi already wanted King Arthur and these Heroic Spirits to fight together. If the winner could be decided directly on this night, that would also be excellent.
Similarly, many people were guessing the identity of Caster. Until now, Caster had not revealed any traces. Some suspected that Caster was someone with extremely powerful strength. If Da Vinci knew, perhaps she would nod gently and say, "You have a good eye."
However, it was a pity that King Arthur did not attack other Heroic Spirits as these people thought. After all, not long ago, an existence with a bizarre aura had attacked her sister. There was clearly another fellow fishing in troubled waters behind this Holy Grail War. Plus, Berserker's state...
King Arthur had reason to believe that someone was looking forward to the end of the Holy Grail War, because the end of the Holy Grail War meant the activation of the wish-granting machine. Someone might want to use the Holy Grail to realize some dangerous wish.
Thus, Artoria tapped the ground gently with the golden lance in her hand. Magical energy conveyed a special, crisp sound to the entire ground. "Gentlemen! Please allow me to advocate for a temporary suspension of the Holy Grail War. To tell you the truth, not long ago, my Master and I suffered an attack from a third party, that is, an attack from an existence outside of the participants and the organizer."
Napoleon narrowed his eyes slightly. It wasn't that he didn't believe it, but the key was that he needed to be responsible for his choice. After all, they were currently in the Holy Grail War. Even if the King Arthur before him used such a stratagem to ultimately win the Holy Grail War, it would actually be allowed.
Anyone who could become a King or an Emperor was definitely no fool, nor a naive existence.
"Do you have anything you can use as a guarantee?"
Artoria certainly didn't think all the Heroic Spirits would just believe a few words she said casually. After all, these Heroic Spirits were not her knights; having doubts was normal.
"Please wait a moment. My Master and a special companion are about to arrive here. At the same time, I swear as a King that I will not provoke a war next."