Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

In front of the monitor screen, Faldius's brow furrowed even more.

He noticed the man this morning; to be precise, it was his men who noticed him first.

He himself only monitors key units; his subordinates are the ones who need to keep a close watch on things.

The reason for noticing this person is simple: their charm is too outstanding and unpredictable.

When walking on the street, this person has no special charm and blends in with the crowd.

When a person enters the store to purchase items for free, they will become extremely beautiful.

It's not just about physical handsomeness; there's something deeper, a kind of charisma that makes people watching the surveillance subconsciously slow down their breathing.

Can men be this beautiful?

Faldius, who considered himself a man of many talents, was certain that the man's affability was "abnormal."

This charm has reached a level that transcends the mundane.

"Magic tricks."

Faldius said.

"It's very likely."

The assistant nodded.

"But his behavior doesn't reveal any clear tactical intent. So far, everything he's done seems like..."

The assistant carefully considered his words.

"...like sightseeing."

Faldius did not answer.

Damn it, what kind of magician would go to the Holy Grail War area just to eat donuts, buy paint, and get guns?

What kind of perplexing human behavior?

Could it be some kind of code?

The young man on the screen had already walked across the street from the gun shop, carrying a bucket of red stuff in his left hand and his right hand in his pocket.

Her pace was neither hurried nor slow, like an old lady being helped across the street in a composition.

Then the young man stopped.

Faldius moved even closer to the screen.

In the video, the young man places a paint bucket at his feet, unscrews the lid, and then takes a brush out of his pocket.

He squatted down, dipped the brush in red paint, and then stretched out his right hand.

Back of hand facing up.

"Wait, what is he doing?"

As one of the most unrefined behind-the-scenes manipulators in this Holy Grail War, Faldius's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

On the screen, the young man used the edge of a brush as a paintbrush, carefully sketching stroke by stroke on the back of his right hand.

The red paint lightly dragged three scratches on the skin, horizontal, horizontal, and still horizontal.

Three horizontal strokes form a simple and unadorned Chinese character – “三”.

What does it mean?

Faldius squinted and brainstormed for a while.

Three strokes, a structure so simple it couldn't be simpler. Could it be some kind of mystical metaphor like the "Trinity"?

"Just an ordinary third wheel."

A few seconds later, the wise young lawyer chose to give up thinking.

This is incredible! This guy managed to fool the mastermind behind the Holy Grail War by writing "three" on the back of his hand with paint.

This is the area where idiots are experts.

The assistant leaned closer to the screen and saw the pattern clearly. His expression changed from confusion to a subtle state between "I don't understand" and "I am deeply shocked".

"This is... a holy mark?"

“Stigmata are marks that naturally appear after someone is chosen by the Holy Grail,” Faldius said calmly, as if stating common knowledge that everyone should know. “They are not drawn on by oneself.”

Okay, it's not that it looks like one.

This is the basic common sense that a magician intending to seize the Holy Grail should possess.

"But his paintings..."

“I know,” Faldius interrupted him. “He drew a Chinese character.”

Where did this hothead come from? How come he has no common sense and comes to fight in the Holy Grail War?

The silence lasted for two seconds.

Faldius leaned back in his chair and pressed his right hand against his stomach.

He didn't feel any stomach pain at all; to be honest, he even felt like laughing.

This man, who has been on surveillance footage for most of the day, whose identity is shrouded in mystery, whose demeanor is unusual, and whose whereabouts are strange, is now squatting on the streets of Xueyuan City, rubbing holy marks with his hands.

He had never even seen a stigmata; he just randomly drew some.

It's like someone has been secretly following you all day, you're on high alert ready to fight back, and then you find out that the other person just happens to live next door.

"Uh... he started drawing a summoning circle."

The assistant spoke again.

There was a hint of laughter in her voice that she herself didn't even realize.

In the scene, Xia Jie, who had completely suppressed her charm and mystery, ignored the stares of passersby who were looking at her as a performance artist and started drawing circles on the ground on her own.

First, he drew a circle. There were no complicated geometric patterns, strange runes or ritual circuits on the inside of the circle. The magician did not make any incantations or gestures with mystical significance. He just drew it.

The magician straightened up, and there was only one line of English text in the circle.

When the surveillance footage was zoomed in, the line of text was clearly displayed on the screen:

Master Natsuki's personal summoning circle.

Faldius looked at that line of text for three seconds.

"..."

He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He initially thought the mysterious magician was faking his stupidity, but now he's starting to believe the man is genuinely foolish.

Although there was only a little bit of faith.

But that is also faith.

To draw a summoning circle in broad daylight—doesn't this guy know the Holy Grail War is a secret affair? And he's using paint that has no magic power.

Not only does he not use the "Idle Man Dispelling Magic", but he also holds a mysterious ritual on the street. Is he afraid that other Masters of the Holy Grail War will not be able to find him? How can there be such an excellent magician in the world?

"This doesn't even qualify as a provocation."

The assistant complained.

“What he did had nothing to do with magic. If someone jumps out to attack him because of this line, they will only expose their own position.”

“So he’s either a real idiot,” Faldius rubbed his forehead, “or so shrewd that we think he’s an idiot.”

Which one do you think it is?

Faldius did not answer.

At least he now knew that this Eastern magician might be named Xia Jie.

He stared at Xia Jie on the screen, watching the young man stand up after finishing the graffiti, pat off non-existent dust from his hands, and throw the brush into a half-full paint bucket, clearly not intending to use it again.

A young man with an afro, wearing a lip piercing and carrying a guitar, squatted down next to the circle, touched the still-wet red paint, and looked up at Xia Jie:

"Hey bro, are you doing performance art?"

“No, no, no,” Xia Jie shook her head, her tone serious. “This is the legendary magician Xia Jie’s super summoning circle. It can summon heroic spirits from a place called the Throne of Heroes to help me fight. The prize is a big golden cup that can be used to hold ice cream.”

Xia Jie's voice was picked up by the familiar and rang out in the monitoring room, further confirming to the two that Xia Jie was a complete novice.

After all, any magician with even a basic understanding of the occult would not call themselves a magician.

Upon hearing this, the man with the afro's smile widened slightly, but he managed to suppress it.

"Oh, man, your fantasy sounds really interesting."

"I'm serious, bro."

Xia Jie said earnestly.

"I get it, bro."

The man with the afro got excited, sat down on the spot outside the circle, put his guitar on his lap, and began to improvise.

It sounds surprisingly good.

Several passersby stopped in their tracks. A blonde woman with long, wavy hair swayed her hips to the rhythm, then gestured with her lip towards Xia Jie.

"That's going to be a hefty fine, sir."

In Xueyuan City, graffitiing in public areas is undoubtedly a violation of the law.

"I know."

Xia Jie patted the Glock in her pocket.

"But the power of the law lies in upholding its violence."

"Once I complete the summoning, Snowfield City will be nothing but a piece of trash."

Chapter 157 Belike (a short-form dog)

"Then I wish you good luck."