My magic panel is too numerical.

morning.

The newsboys were shouting extra hard today.

Pharos was woken up early in the morning.

"What are you mumbling about..." Pharos was woken up by the annoying noise.

Mornings like this are rarely this noisy.

This situation indicates that major news has occurred, such as "the king has won a battle" or "the regime in Moonshadow City has changed hands," or other major news.

It's worth noting that even the news from the day before yesterday, "Moretti and Corleone's historic reconciliation," wasn't this high-profile.

After his morning run, Pharos walked to the dining table in a daze, waiting for breakfast.

Uncle Anthony was still casually holding the newspaper.

"What's going on? It's so noisy so early in the morning..." Eileen also climbed off the bed.

"Didn't a wanted criminal come here before? I think he planted a bomb and blew up the North District." Uncle Anthony said, munching on a waffle he had brought back yesterday.

Pharos also took a piece and dipped it in jam.

"Are all wanted criminals this unrestrained these days..." Eileen muttered.

"This time, the wanted criminal didn't get away with it either. It's said that he escaped with burns all over his body. The Church said that there is a reward of 1 runes for providing information and 50 runes for capturing him. This offer is open to all mages."

Huh? They've gone on the run?

Did Miss Venus and her team's operation fail yesterday?

Pharos raised an eyebrow.

Now is the crucial moment to capture the White Giant, but the North District has been bombed again, and a wanted criminal has escaped...

How does the church operate?

How does Miss Chris handle things?

How did Wiener do things?

In Dawntown, unless you become a civil servant, other mages either work for the mafia or run a brothel.

This announcement was practically a plea for help from the five major families.

"I hope I don't run into them..." Pharos thought to himself, a wave of emotion washing over him. Suddenly, he remembered something: "Uncle, your workplace... isn't it in the North District?"

"Yes, it's very unsettling," the aunt agreed.

"It's alright! Your uncle was once a mage, after all!" Anthony didn't take it seriously.

Although elementals do not have a lord's domain, they are no different from Muggles.

After breakfast, Pharos, carrying the holy sword wrapped in black cloth, first escorted his sister to the Holy Temple Academy, symbolically greeted Daisy and Roman, and received notification of the meeting of the five Mafia families next Monday.

Today is June 24th, 480th year of the Royal Calendar, a Saturday.

Without much hesitation, he decided to use this rare holiday to improve his combat effectiveness.

Fifteen minutes later.

Pharos arrived at the Church of Dawn in a carriage.

It is now the time for morning Mass, the busiest time of day for the church, where believers sit on benches and listen to the priest's prayers.

Strangely, apart from Father Green and a few part-time nuns, there was only one priest covered in bandages in the rest room of the church.

"Excuse me... is Miss Venus here?"

Faros went straight into the lounge and tentatively asked a question.

"Dead!" the priest, his body wrapped in bandages, said mournfully.

Huh? Why does that voice sound so familiar… Pharos raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered: “Odegaard?”

"Hmph~" Odegaard turned his head away. His legs were wrapped in plaster, one hand was draped around his neck with a bandage, and his whole body looked like a mummy.

"What happened to you?" Pharos asked in surprise.

"You have to ask that damned Wiener!" Erdegaard's last shred of respect for the apprentice "agent" was gone.

"What happened yesterday? Did you let that wanted criminal get away?" Pharos pressed.

"Don't even mention it!" Odegaard said, but his actions betrayed his words as he complained, "That Viner acted like she'd taken the wrong medicine yesterday..."

He immediately recounted the hunting operation from the previous day, embellishing the details.

First, the wanted criminal noticed the priests' encirclement in advance, and then Venus's ultimate attack missed, with only a few aftershocks burning the wanted criminal.

"Perhaps... Miss Venere was just too tired yesterday..." Pharos was speechless for a moment, then felt a little guilty. "Then... where is she now?"

"He went on patrol, saying he wanted to atone for his mistakes."

It seems there's no one in the church who can teach magic today.

After saying goodbye, Pharos left the church and walked to the tutoring center.

…………

Castile Cathedral, Round Table Meeting Room.

The meeting lasted from morning until night.

The meeting focused on Leonardo DiCaprio's renewed proposal to intervene in Dawntown.

But Byron and the others rejected the offer.

On the surface, Byron was always in a weaker position, but Leon could not possibly disrespect this cardinal. In a sense, the two were equals.

Leon's forced use of holy water had already displeased Byron and the other Castilian priests.

At first, both sides launched attacks, but later it became nothing more than a wrangling match.

After the meeting, Bishop Byron approached Christina to discuss another topic: "I heard from Venere that Pharos is indeed extremely talented, yet you haven't been able to fully bring him under your wing?"

Christina understood; the implication was one of blame. She defended herself, saying, "It was his own choice. I offered him a position, but he preferred to remain an unofficial member."

Bishop Byron shook his head: "Things are different now. Originally, when he became a Holy Sword Wielder, we could use his need for the Holy Sword as leverage to promise him a huge sum of money. But what did you do? You actually gave him such a powerful Holy Sword as 'Raven' directly?"

This certainly disrupted Bishop Byron's rhythm.

His original plan was to first promise the benefits of joining the church in order to win over Pharos.

Then secretly find opportunities to plunge the Hastings family into dire straits, such as first making his uncle and aunt lose their jobs, and then having his family arrange an illness so that the economic burden can completely crush the young man.

Finally, the church stepped in to help him through the crisis, completely taming and transforming a genius into a loyal follower of the church.

No young person can withstand this combination of punches.

Christina's actions directly eliminated the feasibility of this path.

Christina sneered, "Byron, your dog-training skills far surpass your own abilities."

"If you can't handle it, you can hand it all over to Wiener." Byron examined the projection for a moment and continued:

"The Church needs a new talent. A new 'Saintess' has emerged in the royal family, and the Church must produce a respectable 'Son' to compete for influence. The Heavenly Prayer Church cannot accept being simultaneously thwarted by both the 'Academics' and the 'Guardians'!"

The church's greatest advantage is its right to interpret "God," a power it has held for nearly a thousand years.

The church's ability to maintain its interpretive power largely depends on its ability to continuously produce "God's spokespeople."

Who is the spokesperson?

Of course, it involves bestowing the title of "Holy Son" or "Holy Daughter." The method for achieving this title is quite simple: possessing a sufficiently powerful "spirit" to communicate with the gods.

The fact that one receives an S-level phenomenon from the Heavenly Prayer God indicates that this person's "spirit" is not low.

For example, Simon Wayne was a typical "saint."

The problem is that the modern church has not produced any "saints" or "saints" for a long time.

The "Dawn Saintess" who was born in the church last time chose to abstain from the church for a ridiculous reason.

Simon came from an "academic" background and did not belong to the church.

This has directly led to the church's current decline in power.

If Byron could offer a "sacred son" to the Church at this time, he might even have a chance to compete for the position of the next pope.

Although this Pharos's "spirit" may not meet the requirements to become a "holy son," it is worth a try.

But... this woman—Christina—has been ruining his plans.

"Pharos is free. The 'Third Holy King' said, 'Man is born free.' Pharos has made no mistakes and has no reason to be called a 'holy son' imprisoned on the throne, nor to be a sacrifice for your promotion, Byron."

Christina responded calmly, her tone steady, but her words indicated that the two had completely broken off relations.

This is often how important figures make their political statements.

A single word or attitude can ignite a life-or-death conflict.

"Even if this is the person who killed your brother?" Byron questioned, and when he received no response, he said viciously, "Chris... remember what you said today."

"Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents," Byron said, turning and leaving the meeting room.

On the conference table, crystal emitted an illusory projection. Christina watched Byron's departing figure, remaining silent for a long time.