My magic panel is too numerical.

"He's just an ordinary guy. These days, the era of ordinary people making a comeback is over. His future won't be too good," Leon concluded.

He had seen too many ordinary people ostracized by the church, unable to learn advanced magic, and never able to stand on the stage.

In battles between mages, the less skilled players compete on who makes the fewest mistakes and who has the highest skill level.

Even grassroots geniuses can still compete.

But in a duel between masters, it will inevitably be a clash of high-level magic, and whoever has stronger magic will have the upper hand.

Developing your own magic is too difficult, and ultimately only a minority can do it.

"What if I told you that only one day passed between him becoming a Holy Sword Wielder and using magic for the first time?"

"Yes, that would certainly be considered a genius, a standout among ordinary people, but he still can't escape the category of ordinary people," Leon commented.

"What if the vision of awakening is 'the sun and moon shining together'?" Christina added.

"'Sun and Moon Shining Together'?" Leon nodded, acknowledging the young man's talent, and said:

"He is indeed a talent. If he could be chosen by an imperial family to marry into, he might have a chance to climb to the level of you and me. Unfortunately, he is a commoner and too old. He started too late and will be crushed by other geniuses."

"What if he inherits Simon's legacy and wields the Raven?" Christina smiled.

"What? Raven?" Leon was stunned. "Simon... is he going all in? You guys think he's Moonshadow City's hope?"

"That's Simon's judgment, it has nothing to do with me," Christina said.

"And what's your judgment?"

"Grassroots magicians don't have top-tier magic by their side, and starting a new profession at 19 is too late. It's hard for them to get into a good university. Hmm... they're also a bit of a slacker. The time they were born isn't good either. It's hard to climb up in this era."

Christina pondered for a moment, then criticized Pharos's various shortcomings, as well as his real predicaments and flaws, her tone filled with lament and regret.

These are real dilemmas that young people in this era will face.

They are a generation that has profited immensely from the dark side of the times.

Just as Leon was about to nod, Christina changed the subject: "But in terms of future potential... it won't be lower than that white-haired girl's."

Christina was referring to the 16-year-old girl who defeated her, the second-best Holy Sword Wielder of the era.

"Wait...you mean that white-haired girl? Lafargue!" Leon looked astonished. "Such high praise?"

This is the second-ranked genius among the younger generation of the "academic school" in the entire Moon Shadow City.

Her most impressive achievement was two years ago when, at the age of 16, she defeated Christina, a 25-year-old "representative" who was at the peak of her career.

This assessment is somewhat exaggerated; Leon might just laugh it off and not take it seriously.

But Christina did not dare to tell the chief "agent" about Pharos's truly special "spirit".

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The second floor of the Holy Church Academy is the senior high school teaching area.

Pharos's face darkened.

He, who is usually lazy, was walking with a brisk pace today, which was unusual for him.

His original plan was to skip school today and go to church or a cram school to learn how to use the Holy Sword's "exclusive skills".

Pushing aside the crowd blocking his way drew displeased stares from many.

Pharos didn't care and turned to walk into the next class.

"Roman, come out here for a second," he shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, the previously noisy classroom suddenly fell silent, and all the students turned to look at Pharos.

Who is this person, daring to disturb the young master's sleep?

At this moment, Roman was lazily sleeping on the body of the big blue and white dog, his posture languid and quite arrogant.

Feeling a little annoyed at being suddenly disturbed, I opened my eyes and saw it was my best friend, so I quickly grinned.

"Hey, isn't this my brother? What do you want?" Roman, completely oblivious to the stares of his classmates, strode over excitedly and said in a nonchalant tone, "I'm trying to sleep, getting ready to stand in the corner as punishment, but I'll come keep you company later!"

"No, I'm here to talk to you about something else."

"What's wrong? You don't look too good. Did someone bully you? How dare anyone mess with my best friend, Roman? I'll teach him a lesson." Roman flicked his sleeve, revealing his muscular arms.

"Let me ask you something. Do you know the new manager of the Corleone textile factory?"

"Yes, I know him," Roman said after thinking for a moment. "Well... he's my younger brother's father. They're short-staffed right now, and my father said he'd let me get involved in the family business, so he gave me the power to appoint and dismiss people."

This huge factory, you just gave it to me?

Pharos was stunned. Is this how the rich are treated?

"How much do you know about this new factory manager?"

"The old factory manager got promoted within his family, and I was too lazy to manage the textile factory. I needed an acting factory manager, and his son happened to be on good terms with me, so I gave him a chance."

"So... even if I kill him, you won't suffer any loss?" Pharos asked tentatively.

"Go ahead and chop, it's nothing serious..." Roman started to say, then suddenly realized something was wrong. "Did Charles offend you?"

Charles? So that's the new factory manager's name.

Pharos nodded and recounted what had happened at his home the day before.

"What! You dare touch my brother's family?" Roman's face darkened upon hearing this. "This is serious, brother. Do you need me to help you chop him up?"

"Come with me to the textile factory," Pharos said casually.

"No problem, bro."

"And let me remind you, the situation in Dawn Town is very complicated lately. Forcing workers to work overtime is inhumane, and if unrest breaks out, things could get very difficult to handle," Pharos warned.

"You...you knew all along?" Roman rubbed his forehead and pondered for a moment. "I'll have my men keep an eye on this."

"I have something to do this afternoon. Get ready and come with me." Pharos patted his good friend on the shoulder and turned to leave.

His idea was to have Roman take a leave of absence, as it wasn't good to keep skipping classes.

"Hey bro, where are you going this afternoon?" Roman asked.

"Go to the church," Pharos said with a smirk, taking out his identification documents. "and talk to that 'agent' lady."

"My God, you actually managed to speak with that 'Agent' lady?" Roman exclaimed in surprise. "No wonder... you asked me yesterday to keep an eye on the meeting between the five major gangs... it turns out you'd already made contact with that big shot!"

The "Agent" was no secret in Dawntown; on the contrary, she was quite famous in the Mafia's information circles. All the major families tried every means to contact the "Agent," but none of them succeeded.

Roman felt a surge of excitement; he began to think that his dearest friend was truly mysterious.

"If the Corleone family needs a mouthpiece, I think... I can do it." Pharos glanced back at his close friend and quickly left.

Roman was wide awake now, his heart pounding with excitement... no, he was extremely excited.

The most difficult thing at yesterday's meeting between the two families was reaching a consensus with the church, as those big shots simply don't respect the Mafia.

If your best friend can actually get in touch with this "proxy" lady, then she will undoubtedly be the biggest contributor.

"What's wrong, brother? You skipped class again?" Rosa walked over, giving Roman, whose expression seemed a bit erratic, a strange look. "Father will be unhappy!"

"I was careless..." Roman muttered to himself, glancing up and down at Rosa, whose skin and figure were still quite good, and silently grumbled to himself.

Yesterday's approach was too conservative.

Rosa should have been sent to her best friend's bed sooner.

Cook the raw pasta into cooked pasta.

Turn your best friend into your brother-in-law.

Wouldn't that make our relationship even stronger?

Hmm... and we have to do it before that bitch Serena manages to get Pharos into bed.

Yesterday, Serena and Pharos's reconciliation really gave Roman a scare.

No wonder.

Roman had a lot of confidence in his sister, but that was in comparison to ordinary women.

Compared to Serena, I feel a little pressured.

...Okay...it's a lot of pressure.