My magic panel is too numerical.

The matter has finally come to an end, but the wrap-up work did not go smoothly. There were too many problems and too many details that were not handled properly.

But Pharos had no time to hesitate, because the path of magic awaited him.

June 19, Sunday, morning.

12 Winchester Street, Dawntown.

"Oh my God, the Moretti family has been having one thing after another lately." Uncle Anthony said, sipping borscht while holding a newspaper.

"Oh my, isn't that right? Yesterday the ladies were all saying that the Moretti family's heir has been sent to jail, and it seems the title of the number one mafia is going to be snatched away by the Corleone family next door."

Aunt Anna chimed in, as she had always been very interested in this kind of thing.

"It's said he offended the church and was sentenced that very night, the maximum penalty of hanging." Anthony recalled, putting a piece of bread soaked in sweet and sour red sauce into his mouth. "The person in charge of the religious trial happened to be my colleague. I heard that the eldest daughter of the Moretti family was crying her eyes out in court..."

He spoke as he chewed.

"If only the church could be this efficient in regular cases! But when it comes to cases involving important people, they seem to get really into it," Aunt Anna criticized harshly.

"Well, you're right," Uncle Anthony sighed.

"So the second largest mafia in Dawntown is the Corleone family?" Faros frowned.

Why does it feel so familiar?

Eileen was vying with Uncle Anthony for a sip of borscht when she asked enthusiastically, "Hey, buddy, anything else for today?"

"I'll have some this afternoon, what's wrong?"

"Ugh, so boring!" Eileen complained.

"Don't badmouth your brother, considering he brought home 10,000 runes."

Aunt Anna is now a staunch "pro-French" advocate; she'll be the first to object to anyone who says anything bad about her nephew.

Yesterday, Pharos proudly announced to his aunt and sister that he was a detective. His aunt was initially angry, thinking that he was too young to be doing anything productive!

As a result, he was knocked unconscious by Pharos, who was holding 10,000 purple coins.

That's 10,000 runes, a full 10 months' salary for Uncle Anthony.

What about Pharos? He only worked for 16 days.

Although it will be more difficult to make money in the future...

He neither saved Enzo nor saved Luca, and he probably got Luca imprisoned. He figured Luca was now on the Moretti family's blacklist, making it harder for him to earn money in the future. So he kept 10,000 runes for himself as pocket money.

"Actually, I think, Faros, if you want to be a detective, then go for it. Things are different now. Even if you can get into university, you might not make a name for yourself," Uncle Anthony casually remarked, pretending not to care.

"What did you say?" Auntie snapped, grabbing Uncle's ear. "The most important thing right now is, of course, getting into university. We understand you want to be a detective, but we'd rather you do both! Being a detective is always just a backup plan!"

Pharos silently ate his bread without saying a word.

Of course, he would rather go to university. In his previous life, he had fantasized countless times about receiving an acceptance letter from Hogwarts, and now he was waiting for it until his next life.

The family continued eating.

"My classmate said he keeps hearing crying sounds at home lately. Bro, aren't you a detective? I was thinking of dragging you over this afternoon to take a look."

Eileen cut a piece of fried egg and put it in her mouth.

"I'm just a detective's assistant, Detective... um, I've been very busy lately."

Pharos was already sweating profusely. The detective was now a cloud of white mist, waiting to be exorcised. He had no strength left to exorcise other people's spirits.

Speaking of which, the detective's memorial service is approaching. Having already lost the Moretti family's favor, Pharos doesn't want to lose Miss Christina's.

After breakfast, Pharos waved his hand and hailed a carriage to go to the Church of Dawn.

There is a mass at the church every Sunday morning. Pharos used to never go, but I heard that recently Miss Christina has been listening to the believers' confessions in the confessional after the mass.

Pharos found it very interesting and felt he had to go and support them.

The eastern district of Dawn Town is separated from the central downtown area by the winding Dawn River, which is the main outlet for sewage discharge into the sea. A bridge called "Twilight" has been built over the river, connecting the core factory area of ​​Castile City.

In countless black and white slides that have flashed through my mind, this river appears most frequently, and white mist of wronged souls often rises from the river.

"Hmm?" Pharos was slightly lost in thought.

But in my memory, because of the river's rapid flow, the white fog always spread evenly over the water, but at this moment the dense fog was concentrated at the bottom of the bridge.

"It looks like there are vengeful spirits inside," Miss Crow said after observing for a moment.

Pharos frowned and immediately said, "Master, stop the car!"

There are only two conditions for the formation of a vengeful spirit: it must have completed a divine blessing ritual during its lifetime and its resentment must not dissipate after death.

Ordinary "spirits" do not have mist, and Pharos rarely senses them.

Today, the empire is in a severe downturn, and even magic university students who have completed the divine blessing ceremony may not be able to find a good job.

That's how resentment arises, isn't it?

In the past, Uncle Anthony's job wasn't considered desirable, but nowadays, hundreds of college graduates are vying for a single religious lawyer position—it's a case of fighting tooth and nail.

What can magic students who can't find jobs do? They can pick any of the five major gangs in Dawntown to be their henchmen, or become wisps of smoke on the Dawn River.

After getting out of the car, Pharos leaned over to look under the bridge, his expression hardening.

Wisps of white smoke rose from the main sewer, and the red brick drain outlet was round, with most of it protruding above the water.

"Pharos, you're not going in, are you?"

"It's still early, let's go in and take a look," Pharos said.

Perhaps due to the awakening of the "Sun and Moon Shining Together" phenomenon, Pharos's "spirit" attribute is recovering at an unusually fast speed.

Normally, it takes only 12 hours to recover 1 point. If you take a nap, it can recover 1 point in as little as 6 hours.

To make it easier to go into the water, Pharos bought a set of pure black rubber boots and a lantern at a nearby fishing tackle shop.

A puddle formed inside the circular tunnel with its red brick arched roof, filled with silt. The tunnel was two meters in diameter, allowing Pharos to walk upright.

Following the direction of the white smoke, after walking for nearly five minutes, Pharos finally saw the corner.

But just as he approached the corner, his pupils suddenly contracted.

A dozen or so corpses lay quietly by the corner, all lying neatly on the ground, their faces mangled and bloodied, their faces stripped off like Paul's and Simon's.

And what about vengeful spirits?

Only one vengeful spirit sat there all alone.

"This... is the work of that white giant..."

Pharos was stunned for a long time before gently touching Miss Raven to activate "Soul Devouring," and the purple light screen swirled him in like a vortex.

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[Spirit -1, Agility +1]

[Note: Your agility and reflexes are comparable to those of a professional athlete.]

[Spirit: Reason 1; Spirit -1; Soul 11]

[Body: Strength 2; Agility 2; Charisma 1]

Then, the black and white slides flickered, and Pharos saw the deceased's fragmented memories.

The vengeful spirit was a girl named Camilla in her previous life. She graduated from the local magic university in Castia. Unable to find a job, she and another best friend became part-time nuns recruited by the church.

Because they were not part of the official staff, they were not strictly considered to be in a clergy position.

She went about her normal routine of leaving get off work, going to work, eating, indulging in sex... and then she died. Whether it was due to fragmented memories or a complete lack of memory, Pharos exited the slideshow mode without warning.

"No memories of what happened before you died?" Pharos's face darkened.

So many corpses... only one vengeful spirit survived... without a doubt, it was the work of that white giant, for only that giant possessed the ability to devour "spirits" and control vengeful spirits.

Does this mean that any "spirit" associated with the church cannot be controlled by the White Giant?

If what Pharos guessed is true, then what about the girl's best friend?

Shouldn't she be a church volunteer too?

Where did her spirit go?

A barrage of questions overwhelmed Pharos.

Is the "demon" making moves again? What is its purpose? Has it not given up on killing Miss Christina?

Then a bold idea popped into my mind:

The white giant is essentially a demon. Assuming that the goal of each demon wielder is to unite the masses as one, could his target be another demon in this city?

Probably.

Pharos grew somewhat anxious. If Miss Raven was indeed a demon, then the White Giant's target might not only be Christina, but also himself.