My magic panel is too numerical.

A class ended quickly, and just as Pharos was breaking out in a cold sweat, an interface popped up.

Surprisingly, it's the long-awaited natural points.

Knowledge +1, Custom Points +1

[Note: Fire elemental magic "Holy Burn" learning progress 3%, Knowledge 2 effect: Enhanced memory, enhanced learning ability, increased proficiency.]

Available Points: 6

[Intelligence: Language 2; Knowledge 2; Skills 2]

How come it's only three percent? Pharos was stunned for a moment, staring helplessly at the panel in the void.

"Don't be discouraged, Pharos! You actually have quite a bit of magical talent!" Miss Raven comforted her.

This sounds like, "Don't be discouraged, kid. You're actually very smart; you just haven't put your mind to studying."

Miss Iris said, "That's all for today's lesson. Would you like to try some magic?"

"Oh... okay!" Coming to his senses, Pharos immediately picked up the pure black umbrella beside him.

"Hmm? Mr. Hastings, is this umbrella your holy sword?" Iris asked, somewhat puzzled. She had never seen such a unique holy sword before.

"Yes."

Pharos grasped the exquisite and flamboyant umbrella handle, pulled the switch, and with a "click," a gleaming silver blade engraved with purple blood groove runes popped out between the umbrella ribs and the handle.

"This...this is an A-grade holy sword?" Iris stared at the exquisite hilt in a daze.

The moment the sword was extended, Pharos once again felt the layers of light floating around him.

He tried to gather the 'fire element' in his left hand, and instantly a golden halo appeared on his left hand. After having the Holy Sword, gathering elements was not too difficult with more practice. The difficulty was how to convert the elements into magic.

Sure enough, the halo went out the next second.

Ignition failed, magic casting failed.

Iris looked at "Raven" with envy, then silently turned her gaze to the dagger in her hand.

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

This was the holy sword she bought with a 20 yuan student loan. Because of this, she had to work part-time every day. She also had two sisters at home who were waiting to be supported. Suddenly, a feeling of sadness and helplessness overwhelmed Iris.

"That's already quite good, Pharos. For a beginner, it's pretty good. When I first learned magic, I was only 30% there," Miss Raven said proudly, puffing out her chest and flapping her colorful black wings.

Pharos sighed.

Sure enough, apart from the "Spirit" attribute, I'm useless in every other aspect. I need to improve my stats.

"Could it be... Mr. Pharos, is this your first time learning magic?" Iris asked in confusion.

"Yes." Pharos nodded.

"Actually... for beginners, it's more practical to choose first or second-level magic within their own department for their first lesson."

Iris offered a kind reminder.

But Pharos is actually a rather impatient person. He needs to become stronger quickly, and he never knows when danger will come.

In Miss Iris's opinion, Mr. Pharos was a bit too ambitious and didn't know the harshness of reality until he had suffered a loss.

…………

Dawntown, East District, Bedellgreen.

This is the border between the Castilian factory district and Dawn Town. In the process of developing the factory district, many residents of Castilian were forced to live in this remote corner.

Eileen offered to come and observe, but Pharos firmly refused.

The air was thick, and when the wind blew, in addition to the smell of oil, there were all sorts of strange, putrid odors.

As evening fell, it rained again in Dawn Town. The rain in Bedelgreen felt like grease, making Pharos particularly uncomfortable. Walking on the cobblestone streets, he could even feel the soles of his shoes sticking to the ground.

Daisy's house is located near the entrance, where there is a lot of foot traffic, and the environment isn't too bad.

This place has only become a slum in the last ten years or so; in the past, it was even a prime location.

However, with the empire's defeats in foreign wars, the factories gradually fell into disuse due to a lack of orders, and Bedelgreen became what it is today.

Daisy's father served in the army and died in battle without leaving any savings, leaving her and her two sisters to stay on this land.

"And what about your father's pension?" Pharos asked curiously.

"My mother... left with most of the pension money."

"Remarry?" Pharos raised an eyebrow.

Daisy nodded.

There's nothing new under the sun.

"However, both of my older sisters are top students at the magic academy. One just graduated and is working part-time at the church, while the other is already employed," Daisy said.

"Magic high achievers?" Pharos raised an eyebrow. "They're already mature mages; shouldn't they be able to exorcise spirits themselves?"

"My eldest sister is acting strangely. I've asked her many times, but she says she doesn't feel anything unusual. My second sister... she's very tired every day, and I don't want to bother her."

This is very strange. If there are vengeful spirits in the house, it's impossible to be completely unaware, no matter how tired you are.

Pharos felt a little uneasy as his first solo ghost hunt was fraught with suspicion.

Daisy's house is an old apartment building. Because it has been neglected for years, the grease has turned the original white bricks yellowish-green.

From a distance, Pharos squinted. There was only one vengeful spirit in the apartment, but white smoke filled the surroundings.

"Pharos, be careful. In this situation, either the other party is a very strong vengeful spirit, or this place is a gathering place for vengeful spirits," Miss Raven warned.

A gathering place for vengeful spirits?

This was the first time Pharos had ever heard of this word.

The Daisy sisters' room was on the first floor. Just then, Daisy opened the door and said, "Big sister's back. She's probably been a bit tired these past few days and has been resting..."

She gently pushed the door open.

"Look who's back, my dear little Daisy?" came a voice from inside the door, sounding like a young girl.

"It's so good to have you at home, sister. A teacher from school said they'd be coming for a home visit today," Daisy replied.

Previously, Daisy and Farrow had agreed that if anyone was home, they would enter the house under the pretext of a home visit to investigate.

Daisy didn't want to put too much pressure on her older sisters, so she turned around and introduced them:

"This is my homeroom teacher, Mr. Hastings."

A young female voice came through: "Is that so? Welcome, Mr. Hastings. How has Daisy been behaving at the academy lately?"

To appear more mature, Pharos is wearing a shirt and black vest today, all for a better role-playing experience.

But at that moment he suddenly wanted to give up and turn around and run away.

Pharos stood straight in the doorway, neither answering nor moving.

…………

The Holy College, top-floor clock tower.

The clouds were low, so low they seemed you could reach out and touch them, and raindrops dripped down the spire.

Unlike Detective Simon, Christina doesn't like Dawntown; it's her prison. But she's been standing there all day because she can see the streets Detective Simon likes and Baker Street in the distance.

The last vestige of spirit within Wayne Detective Agency vanished completely.

That was Christina's last remaining relative in this world.

"Your Excellency! I have two important matters to report!" A blind bear staggered up the ladder.

"Let's start with the most urgent one."

"The application to access holy water has been... rejected."

"What's the reason?" Christina asked in a deep voice, as if she were using the last bit of strength in her body.

"They think... well, even if you get all the holy water in Castile, it won't be of much use, because the holy water can't be distributed to everyone in Dawn Town unless you can come up with a satisfactory solution."

"What about the reinforcements I requested?"

"They call Miss Venere...that's it."

"Vina? Hmph~" Christina scoffed at herself.

At such a critical juncture, those old fogies are still thinking about preserving their strength and waiting to see what happens.

Indeed, the fact that I actually had expectations of those old folks shows that my awareness is still not high enough.

They're just a bunch of people who've enjoyed the benefits of the times, then cut off their own path and live in their own little world.

They keep saying the education system is short of talent, but when truly talented young people emerge, those who have vested interests can't bear to give up their rights.

No wonder the church is declining.

No wonder they've been pushed to this point by the "academics" and the "Imperial Guard".

How many geniuses are suppressed in the church?

Do they really need a Pharos?

No, what they lack is morality.