My magic panel is too numerical.

"Do you have any last words or wishes? For example, can you help me get rid of the female celebrity magazines in your closet?"

Christina gave a mischievous smile, as if this wasn't a farewell but a playful banter between siblings.

"Um, please handle this carefully. Even a gentleman needs to be treated with dignity after death." Detective Simon pondered for a moment and said, "Oh, and one more thing."

"uh-huh?"

"I still remember that time in Moonshadow City when I was a child. Back then, my sister Chris wasn't bound by worldly ties and was a complete brother-obsessed girl," Detective Simon murmured, recalling the past.

"Why bring up such old stories? Don't tell me your last wish was to dig up my past," Christina said disdainfully.

"Of course not, your brother isn't that bored." Simon's bloodied and mangled face finally revealed an ugly smile. "Remember when we were little, you said that if you couldn't marry your brother, then you would marry someone whose 'spirit' was more powerful and more exaggerated than your brother's."

"Hehe, just a childhood joke. The only person whose 'spirit' is stronger than yours is probably one of the three founding monarchs five hundred years ago."

"Don't laugh, I'm serious, that person has already appeared."

Christina stopped smiling.

"How is that possible? Your 'spirit' is already a historical existence, a super 'spirit' that only appears once every hundred years."

The fact that he could maintain such a clear consciousness after death was astonishing even in the entire empire, and Christina found it hard to accept that there could be a "spirit" stronger than Simon.

"At first I couldn't believe it either, until I met that boy about two weeks ago." Simon recalled the boy's carefree and relaxed appearance. He was only 30 years old, but his expression had a kind of benevolence.

Christina became agitated upon hearing this: "Who...who is he?"

"If I told you, that child would most likely be imprisoned on the throne of the 'Holy Son' for the rest of his life, but I think he deserves a better future."

"You dead man, you still have to disgust me before you die!" Christina said angrily.

…………

In just two days, Pharos completed his "three visits to the thatched cottage".

No, in this world it should be called a "hat trick".

He was already quite familiar with the area around Moretti Estate. On the way, Farrow bought a jar of wildflower honey from Mrs. Rowling as a souvenir.

Inside the villa, Pharos bowed slightly and handed over a gift.

Luca Moretti grasped Pharos's hand excitedly, tears welling in his eyes: "Oh my God, thank you, Mr. Pharos, you saved Enzo. I'm so sorry to have put you in danger because of this."

Beside her, Miss Serena had changed into the navy blue dress they wore when they first met, and Pharos stood there staring at her for a moment.

"I'm stunned! I'm stunned! You lecherous Pharos! Mind your manners!" Miss Raven couldn't stand it anymore and kept pecking at Pharos's head. "I can't even imagine how crazy you'll go when you see my true form..."

Farrarston, realizing his lapse in composure, hurriedly tried to cover it up:

"Not at all, Mr. Luca, it was nothing, you don't need to mind."

After Miss Serena's sly smile during the day, Miss Raven seemed somewhat hostile towards her: "Pharos, have you forgotten? Clothes and appearance are just skin deep; this woman's heart is black! Black! You mustn't let her lure you into bed! Otherwise, your life will be ruined!"

After listening, Pharos's polite fake smile turned into a painful, awkward laugh.

Dinner was sumptuous, and Godfather Lorenzo sat in the head seat, solemnly expressing his gratitude to Pharos.

Pharos responded politely.

After dinner, just as the "agent" had predicted, Pharos successfully checked into the Moretti Estate.

On the surface, the agreement between the two parties was that Faros would be protected by the Moretti family until the murderer was caught.

In fact, Pharos knew that the church had secretly sent plainclothes priests to entrap and enforce the law.

As Miss Christina said, the kind of thing that could kill Detective Simon so quietly could not be something that an ordinary gang could handle.

Because the incident involves "Agent" Christina, Dawntown has increased night patrols, so there's no need to worry about Uncle and Aunt's house.

If the killer doesn't know that Pharos has already cooperated with the church and is preparing to make his move tonight, then he's doomed.

After enjoying a delicious dinner, Pharos took a walk in the courtyard to digest his food and discovered a problem.

Enzo was not present at the dinner table.

"Where is Enzo? Didn't he want to see me?" Pharos asked the waiter.

"Young Master Enzo was feeling unwell and has already gone to bed. He said he would look for you later," replied the maid, who was of average appearance but had a gentle demeanor.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Young Master Enzo was trapped in a cave before he returned. He hadn't eaten for nearly three or four days and is now very weak. He has been in a coma. He just woke up for a short while, but then fell unconscious again."

Pharos seemed lost in thought and continued his walk.

He saw a white recliner two or three meters away, and just as he was about to sit down and rest, he realized that someone was already there.

Serena, dressed in that navy blue outfit, almost blended into the darkness.

This should have been a romantic atmosphere, but people with ulterior motives would take the opportunity to strike up a conversation.

But Pharos inappropriately recalled the words of the "Agent" lady: to keep an eye on this girl.

What problem could she possibly have?

Let alone a gangster's daughter, even the entire Moretti family is just a local bully in Dawn Town, not worth mentioning.

Pharos asked Miss Raven if there was anything special about this girl. Miss Raven couldn't see it.

Her exact words were: "If you replaced your 10 points of 'soul' with 10 points of 'intuition,' you might be able to see it."

Pharos is a man of professional ethics. Whether he is a detective, a painter, or now a church informant, he will do his best in everything he does.

Therefore, he decisively chose to strike up a conversation:

"Miss Serena, the high school entrance exams are coming up soon. Which university are you planning to apply to?"

"Is this what you call hitting on someone?" Serena lay flat on her back, gazing at the starry sky in a daze.

Caught off guard, Pharos nearly dug a three-bedroom apartment out of the sole of his foot.

"If you think so, then so be it." Following the principle that as long as I'm not embarrassed, then it's you who's embarrassed, Pharos pushed the question back.

He felt that this moment of casual conversation was actually the calm before the storm.

"I'm not considering anything other than Saint Hidden Academy," Serena replied calmly.

Pharos was taken aback.

In Pharos's mind, the two highest institutions of learning in the empire and even the world were the "Holy Hidden Academy" in Moonshadow City and the "Imperial Capital Royal Military Academy" in the capital.

This is tantamount to saying, "I want to go to Tsinghua University, I don't care about anything else!"

However, Miss Serena certainly has the qualifications.

Miss Crow, standing to the side, didn't seem to think so.

"Nonsense!" Miss Raven said. "Saint Hidden Academy isn't a place just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can get into! It's the academy within the 'Academy Faction,' one of the three major powers in the empire, and its dean is equivalent to one-third of the emperor."

Miss Crow did a great job as a narrator.

Pharos finally understands why Moonshadow City is called "Imperial Northern Capital". Your other world also has two capitals and thirteen provinces?

If you include colonies, it should be more than that.

Saint Hidden Academy admits only 200 students each year. In addition to completing the entrance exam, students must also participate in a brutal battle selection process. Students who have not completed the "Ceremony of Divine Favor" in advance are basically out of luck.

Speaking of college entrance exams, Pharos looked up at the starry sky and said somewhat shyly, "Actually, I also want to apply to St. Hidden Academy."

"That's difficult."

"That's difficult."

Miss Raven and Serena spoke in unison, leaving Faroston speechless.

…………

Inside a dark room at Moretti's villa.

Two men's conversation could be heard from the shadows.

"What's wrong with you? I didn't hear anything about completely enraging that agent!"

"Sir, this is part of the plan. You complete your task, and I'll help you secure your position, allowing the Moretti family to crush the other gangs and become the undisputed leaders of Dawntown. That's our deal."

"But that's an agent! Our little Moretti family... in front of someone like that... we're nothing but maggots! If we're found out, what awaits us? Something worse than death..."

"It's okay, we've prepared an unexpected gift for her, targeting her weaknesses. This gift will turn that woman into a groveling bitch, wagging her tail and begging for mercy. At 27, she's in her prime, full of vigor and ambition. I swear! You'll want to see that."

"I have little interest in the strange fetishes of you powerful and wealthy people. All I want is Dawntown and the Moretti family!"

"It will be as you wish..."