My magic panel is too numerical.

Rainwater soaked the stone pavement, and the warm yellow glow of the gas lamps reflected in the puddles. Fog and rain obscured the outlines of the surrounding buildings.

As night falls, the theater closes, the beer halls are bustling, and horse-drawn carriages come and go along the streets. The period before midnight is the peak time for workers to leave work.

Pharos rejected Miss Raven's suggestion, went home to change into dry clothes, and used the little money he had left to rent a carriage.

After his "Strength" attribute increased, he felt his muscles become a little sore and his biceps even bulged slightly.

Is this the power of the panel?

Miss Crow huddled in the corner of the carriage, repeating to herself:

"You mean, after your mental attribute dropped to negative numbers, you saw the memories of vengeful spirits—important members of the Moretti family were attacked on their way to Moonshadow City?"

There is a railway steam train between the eastern capital of the empire, "Moonshadow City," and Castile, which is safe enough, but that important member of the Moretti family insisted on having an escort.

"The vengeful spirit doesn't know the specifics either. The reason it haunted Father Lorenzo was probably to remind him that I devoured his companions, so it came to cause me trouble," Pharos said.

"I still think it's better if we don't get involved in this," Miss Crow said with some concern.

As a "spirit," Miss Raven could clearly sense that Pharos's "spirit" was unstable and his mental state was on the verge of collapse.

Normally, the driver's price would make Pharos feel very uncomfortable, but this time he paid without batting an eye.

She shook her multicolored black feathers, utterly unable to understand why Pharos insisted on interfering in this matter.

Seeing through Miss Raven's doubts, Pharos's memories surfaced.

Her father was once a councilor of Moonshadow City, and her mother was a priestess of the Holy Church.

Long ago, a turmoil broke out in Moonshadow City, resulting in the death of parents and the plundering of family property.

The original owner could only rely on her father's brother, Uncle Anthony of Dawn Town.

Therefore, my sister is just my cousin.

Not long ago, Pharos's serious illness nearly emptied Uncle Anthony's savings, including the money for his sister's magic college education.

Pharos gazed out the window, lost in thought, and began to tell Miss Crow about his life.

"My sister Eileen has more magical talent than me, and I can't let my problems prevent her from going to magic university. So, Miss Raven, of course I want to go to university, but more than university, I need money."

Miss Raven concluded that Pharos's mental state was indeed unstable at this moment.

He is not someone who expresses his inner thoughts, nor is he a talkative person.

Despite his poor mental state, Faros insisted on going to Moretti Manor, and his purpose was self-evident.

Who is the richest person in Dawntown? Lorenzo Moretti.

"Don't worry, Pharos. With me, Miss Raven, here, the money will come, and the magic university will be there too."

…………

Compared to the bustling downtown area in the eastern part of Chenxi Town, the affluent western area is exceptionally quiet.

There aren't many high-rise apartments, and stray cats occasionally dart across the lawn.

"Ah! Stay away from the cat, Pharos!!"

"You're afraid of cats?"

"What...what are you afraid of cats! What's there to be afraid of such a despicable, filthy, and vile creature! You should know that beneath the hypocritical exterior of this lowly being lies a cruel soul!"

Miss Crow huddled on Pharos's shoulder, wishing she could burrow into his clothes.

"Oh, I can understand, after all, you're a crow."

"You're the crow, your whole family are crows. I'm just using this shell. My true form is a genuine... uh... I can't say right now."

Pharos was used to it; Miss Raven never spoke of her origins, although she insisted, "I look exactly like Pharos, so don't worry about saving me."

How can I save you if I don't even know what you are?

Pharos was speechless, but it didn't matter. After all, Miss Raven was a genuine cheat code.

The Moretti family's house had an iron gate shaped like an iris, covered with thorny roses.

A burly young security guard, issued a revolver, stood at the entrance. He had a cigarette in his mouth and wore a flat-brimmed soft hat. Pharos had never seen him before; he must have been on duty again.

"Go back, sir. The Godfather is not receiving guests tonight."

"Please make an exception. I'm Detective Simon's assistant. We've made a significant discovery; we were here this afternoon."

"No! We can talk about it tomorrow."

"This concerns the Godfather's safety; it's extremely urgent..."

Before Faros could finish speaking, the young security guard reached into his pocket and flashed the silver barrel of his gun.

"Sigh, you have no idea how many people the Godfather meets every day. I've seen plenty of people who spout nonsense."

"Couldn't you make an exception and report this?"

"Report? Fine, but if you report something carelessly, I'll be at risk, unless..." The young security guard stretched out his hand, rubbing his thumb, index, and middle fingers together, staring at Pharos with a forced smile, "That'll cost a lot of money, sir."

Faros's heart sank. He hadn't expected this. He had already spent all his change on the bus ride and didn't even have enough money left for the return trip.

If the godfather doesn't reimburse you, you'll have to spend several hours walking back.

"That damned stray dog, he doesn't know how stupid his actions are!" Miss Raven stomped her foot on Pharos's head in anger.

Was it a wasted trip? Did we spend all our money and then happily walk back home?

Pharos stared intently, his bloodshot eyes hardening, his gaze turning cold.

"Oh, you're not happy about not having money? You're still a student, right? I advise you to leave now, this isn't a place for you."

The young security guard shoved and pushed people away, deliberately causing Pharos to stumble.

"How about we just forget about it, Pharos? That guy's not very bright. We go to the school every day to complain to Miss Serena," Miss Raven said indignantly.

Pharos thought for two seconds, then a smirk appeared on his lips.

He concluded that the young man would not dare to fire.

This is an affluent area; firing a shot means the police will definitely come.

The young security guard only wanted money, and being questioned by the police meant that the Moretti family would have to pay bail, which was not worth it.

"You seem quite confident in your physique. Is your brain also made of muscles? No wonder you don't seem very smart," Pharos mocked.

"You stray dog, say that again!" The security guard stepped forward angrily, making a move to grab Pharos's collar.

"Let's see how much power the panel gives us really is..." Pharos thought to himself, a contemptuous smile spreading across his face.

In an instant, a piercing scream echoed through the once quiet affluent neighborhood.

…………

Reception room.

"Two fingers dislocated, wrist bent at a 90-degree angle backwards—no wonder he's Detective Simon's assistant. Hello, Mr. Pharos Hastings, my name is Luca Moretti, it's a pleasure to meet you."

A middle-aged man with a slightly high hairline, soft facial features, and a slightly narrow eyebrow and eye area, who looked elegant and handsome, sat in the original godfather's seat and smiled as he spoke.

The maid handed Pharos a cup of hot tea.

"I've heard so much about you, Mr. Luca. I've often heard that Miss Serena has a very powerful father."

"Oh dear, it's just that some people in the gang can't keep their mouths shut. I believe Serena won't mention me because she's better than me and my father likes her more." Luca gave a wry smile.

Miss Raven chuckled and teased, "I've long heard that Mr. Luca is a doting father, he can't stop talking about Serena, hehe."

Faros silently agreed, except that Serena looked more like Lorenzo than Luca.

Luca Moretti, who was Lorenzo's chosen successor as the next godfather, succeeded not because of his own outstanding abilities, but because he had two exceptionally gifted children.

Pharos continued, "I'm sorry to have hurt your people. Actually, I returned this time because I obtained important information."

Luca maintained his calm expression: "Why isn't Detective Simon here?"

"He's not available," Pharos replied dismissively.

"Please tell me, what exactly happened?"

Luca did not say "it's okay," which can be interpreted as: if there is no suitable reason, he is likely to hold Faros responsible for the injury.

Faros was used to the Moretti family's signature expression; he knew very well that beneath that calm facade lay a beast.

"Mr. Simon saw the memories of the vengeful spirit in his previous life through 'spirit' magic; it was the vengeful spirit that haunted the Godfather."

"Any clues?" Luca's expression turned serious, and he was already cursing under his breath.

That treacherous security guard actually kept such important information out of the way.

"The name of that vengeful spirit is Paul."

Luca suddenly stood up, his calm expression instantly changing to one of astonishment and bewilderment.

"What did you say?!"