My magic panel is too numerical.

Chenxi Town, East District.

Buick Street is lined with rows of brown brick buildings.

The first floor of No. 21b is Mrs. Rowling's bakery. As you approach, the refreshing aroma of malt mixed with the sweetness of butter wafts over, and workers line up in long queues at the door.

Some say that if you live on Buick Street and have never eaten Mrs. Rowling's bread, you've lived a relatively unsuccessful life.

Compared to the first floor, the second floor was much quieter.

Because it had been neglected for years, moss grew on the bricks and tiles, and ivy hung down from the balcony. On the window, which was partially obscured by the dense vines, a long sentence was pasted:

"Love Comes from Wayne Detective Agency".

Every time Pharos went to work, Mrs. Rowling would hand him a slice of white bread covered in jam, and this time was no exception.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Rowling.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Pharos. The great detective seems to be receiving a distinguished guest. Please wait downstairs for a moment."

guest?

So, a customer has finally come in?

Seizing the opportune moment, Pharos unconsciously tilted his head back as he ate the bread in his mouth.

Dawn Town is a town within Castile, known as the "Imperial Factory." It is rife with criminals, gangs, and workers who work overtime until dawn. The spirits of unfortunate workers who die from overwork in the factory area often drift to the vicinity through the sewers.

The detective agency did quite well as a result, which also boosted Mrs. Rowling's bakery business.

As Pharos enjoyed the sweet jam, he heard a cool, low-pitched female voice.

"Faros...Mr. Hastings?"

The girl's voice is thin and has a cool, crisp quality.

Faros was momentarily at a loss, as he didn't recall being very familiar with the owner of the voice.

"Miss Moretti?"

Faros didn't utter the beautiful name Serena, but Moretti.

The infamous Moretti family of the Mafia in Dawntown.

And this young lady happens to be Pharos's classmate, the one who skipped class today.

"Wow, is this the feeling of being smitten?" Miss Raven hopped on Pharos's head at an inopportune moment and teased.

Pharos's lips twitched slightly; he didn't want to go crazy at thin air with someone watching.

Miss Serena wore a navy blue wide-brimmed hat, her long, straight black hair cascading over her navy blue shawl. Her black fitted vest was embroidered with dark gold iris patterns, and beneath her short dress were thick black stockings and low-heeled boots.

This is completely different from Pharos's own cheap vest paired with a mage's cloak; it's a completely different style.

Although the school uniform was not cheap for him.

Serena came down from the second floor, politely lifted her hat, and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

So, Miss Serena is the most important client?

"I heard you're working part-time here?" Serena said in a flat voice.

"Uh... cough, yeah, to earn some living expenses."

"Then I'll have to trouble you with today's request. See you later, Detective."

After watching the figure in dark blue leave, Pharos managed to catch his breath.

"Oh~ so you like this type!" Miss Raven pecked Pharos. "Hehe, Pharos, I admit you have good taste. Too bad, even though we're both ice sculpture beauties, my true form is much prettier than Miss Serena's."

Pharos glanced at Miss Raven; her feathers were as black as charcoal, and pus kept oozing from her wounds. She was anything but pretty.

"You? An ice sculpture beauty?" Pharos's eye twitched, and he almost vomited his bread. "Beauty aside, Miss Raven, your personality is, by all accounts, utterly ridiculous, isn't it?"

"What do you mean by 'beauty aside'?" Miss Raven shook her feathers angrily. "In all my years, people have questioned my abilities, my family background, my talent, but no one has ever questioned my looks! Pharos! You're playing with fire! Do you know how many suitors I had at my peak?!"

"All I know is that you have zero suitors right now," Pharos added, delivering another blow.

"Damn Pharos! You...you!" Miss Raven was struck hard, as if her wounds had been reopened, and tears welled up in her small eyes.

"Alright, alright," Pharos quickly smoothed things over. "It's not all just my liking for Miss Serena. No one dislikes a beautiful, rich, and elegant lady. I was just wondering how the infamous Moretti family managed to raise such an unattainable beauty."

Miss Crow rubbed her eyes with her feathers, pretending not to cry, and lectured.

"Pharros, you need to take your glasses off. Rich girls are all pretentious in public; who knows how promiscuous they are behind the scenes!"

"How did you know that?" Pharos asked in return.

"Because that's who I am."

"Are you promiscuous too?"

"I said I'm a rich girl! Are you deaf?!"

Miss Crow couldn't withstand the barrage of verbal attacks and broke down. She landed fiercely on Pharos's head and pecked it twice.

At that moment, a gentleman carrying an umbrella came down from the second floor.

He is Detective Simon Wayne, the employer of Pharos.

"Pharos! You've come at the right time. This commission would have been quite troublesome without you."

Detective Simon has blond hair and brown eyes, a friendly face, and looks to be in his early thirties. He is wearing a mesh trench coat and carrying a large black suitcase, making him look like a handsome middle-aged man.

"We'll be rich after we finish this job. Guess who commissioned us?" He looked up, chest puffed out, smug and self-satisfied.

"It must be a very important client. Let me guess, could it be someone from the Moretti family?" Faros said.

Simon was taken aback: "Oh, not bad, you even guessed that?"

"Let me guess, could it be the eldest daughter of the Moretti family?"

Simon was taken aback again, then realized what he meant: "What, you know that beautiful woman from earlier?"

"We're more than just acquaintances; we're practically inseparable. If she doesn't see me one day, it means she's done something wrong again."

Simon looked Pharos up and down, and gave a meaningful "Oh~": "Oh~ classmate, not bad, having such a beautiful girl as a classmate."

In fact, today was the first time that Pharos realized that there was a very beautiful girl among his classmates.

We all wear monk robes normally, and it feels like everyone looks the same.

Just like when he was in high school in his previous life, he didn't care about the female classmate he spent every day with.

By the time he realized that the girl had become his ideal woman, she had already become a woman.

Simon casually lit a cigar and put it in his mouth, looking at Pharos with admiration in his eyes.

He knew that this young man's "spirit" was extraordinary; wherever his gaze fell, the dead and vengeful spirits would have nowhere to hide.

For the past two weeks, Pharos has been responsible for finding the "spirits" in all the ghost hunting commissions. He is in charge of accurately identifying and eliminating them, so he no longer needs to rely on the process of elimination to slowly find them.

With this young man joining the team, the detective agency's speed in solving cases and its reputation have improved significantly.

He only regretted not having a daughter so he could get Faros on the Wayne family's ship; otherwise, he could have retired in peace.

"By the way, let's talk about why I specifically called you here this time. This case is perfect for you."

Upon hearing this, Pharos leaned forward slightly: "What exactly is the situation?"

"It's just a vengeful spirit. The spirit is said to be very powerful, but its behavior is very strange. It's not enough for the church to intervene, and ordinary detectives can't handle it. So, isn't it our turn to step in?" Simon explained.

"What do you need me to do?"

"The client described that they hear different people arguing all the time. I suspect that there are two or more vengeful spirits, and they are highly intelligent and good at hiding. It is difficult for me to handle everything if I work alone."

Pharos and Miss Raven's faces immediately lit up.

"More than two vengeful spirits!"