My magic panel is too numerical.

"Huh?" Pharos himself hadn't really noticed, but he glanced at his arms and abs... Tsk! It really was.

His nearly perfect abdominal muscles and high-bridged biceps don't qualify him as a bodybuilder, and he can't compare to the kind of muscular men who work out at the gym by drinking protein powder, but there are obvious signs of training on his body.

The aunt and uncle glanced at Pharos suspiciously, wondering if this guy really had a girlfriend.

"You bastard brother, you're not learning good habits!" Only Eileen was exasperated. "You're always fooling around with other women! Tell me! Which wild woman is it?"

There was no wild woman, but there was a wild crow.

Pharos glared fiercely at Miss Raven, who was perched on Eileen's head, chuckling to herself.

"Let's make it clear first, I have something to do this afternoon, so let's go to the library first, and we'll see how the practice goes."

Faros immediately started arranging his schedule; he had to go to Moretti's house again today.

Yesterday, before leaving, Godfather Lorenzo spoke to him about something.

Regarding the mole within the Moretti family.

Whoever it is, must pay the price and give the church an explanation.

Pharos has already made some progress on this matter.

After yesterday's events, the Moretti family fell from its throne as the number one mafia overnight. As a result, other families began to attack the Moretti family's businesses.

However, the Moretti family will not be defeated by this. Their trump card is the exceptionally talented Serena. As long as Serena is admitted to the Holy Hidden Academy, the Moretti family will definitely receive support from the "academy faction," and their clean-up will be a sure thing.

After putting on his loose-fitting mage robes and heading out, Pharos habitually checked his mailbox.

Normally, if the detective has any requests or needs to settle his wages, he will contact him via email.

But then he realized with a start that Detective Simon could no longer seek his help.

Sigh... Pharos sighed, then suddenly found a strange package in the mailbox by the door.

The envelope was signed "Wayne Detective Agency" and sent by Simon Wayne.

Pharos looked completely bewildered.

"What's wrong, bro?"

Today, her younger sister Eileen wore a neat short ponytail, with her soft, flaxen hair falling on both sides of her face. Like Pharos, her hair was naturally curly. The same mage robe looked especially youthful and energetic on the energetic Eileen.

Pharos thought she had a bit of the short hair look from the movie version of Hermione.

"What's wrong? Is it haunted..." Pharos muttered, glancing at the time. It was sent out at 6:00 AM yesterday, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a package sent by Detective Simon before he died!

Pharos paused for a moment, then eagerly opened the package, wanting to see if there were any clues.

Upon closer inspection...

Holy crap, what is that that's blinding me?!

A thick stack of shimmering, purple banknotes, so captivating! They lay quietly inside the envelope.

"Oh my god! My dear brother, what have you been doing lately?" The girl's big eyes suddenly widened, as if they were about to sparkle.

Rune currency is the common currency of the empire, with denominations ranging from red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, with purple notes being the largest denomination of 2000 runes.

Uncle Anthony's monthly salary is only 1000 runes, which is already an outstanding level in the East District.

If it weren't for Pharos's serious illness, they could have moved away from the East Side and into the city center.

Pharos took them out and counted them carefully.

「1、2、3……8、9、10！」

The more Pharos counted, the more his hands trembled.

Ten cards in total, 20,000 runes!

Looking at the banknotes, Eileen's cheeks flushed slightly, as if she were about to faint at any moment.

Her voice trembled slightly: "Brother...you haven't come home for the past two days, no...you didn't go to sell yourself, did you! You stupid brother, how could you do this! Tell me quickly, where do you work, I'll definitely patronize you!"

"If I really sold myself for that much money, you probably couldn't afford to go to a place like that..." Pharos thought to himself.

The money was supposed to be a share of Detective Simon's earnings from the Moretti family. It's unexpected that Detective Simon remembered his employees' wages before he died.

Such a conscientious boss... he won't live long.

He grinned, his voice slightly choked, "Cough cough... What are you talking about? Do you think your brother is that kind of person?"

Eileen nodded seriously: "Yes! Bro, you don't think there's no hope of getting into college and are just going to torture yourself, do you? Don't put too much pressure on yourself, we... can take it slow, right...?"

Faros was speechless. To avoid worrying his family, he hadn't told his sister and aunt about his part-time job at the detective agency, only discussing it with Uncle Anthony.

He played a little trick: his oblivious Uncle Anthony wouldn't interfere too much with Pharos's choice, but if he discussed it with his aunt, she would definitely nag him for ages.

If you remove the halo of "actor" Christina, the news of Detective Simon's murder wouldn't seem like a big deal to the average person, and it would probably only be published in the afternoon or evening paper.

The church would never publish such an important matter in the newspaper.

"You're overthinking it! This money comes from legitimate work," Pharos explained.

"Really? I don't believe it at all." Eileen looked at Pharos suspiciously. "You're not really being kept by a rich woman, are you? I thought so. Dad was just joking with me a few days ago."

"Don't worry, who do you think I am?" Pharos stuffed the money into his pocket and left home in a fairly good mood.

With the money, Pharos waved his hand and summoned a carriage.

Upon hearing that it was the West District Library, and seeing the brother and sister's impoverished appearance, the driver remarked, "This must cost quite a bit, sir and madam."

"I know! And hurry up, I'm in a rush."

Pharos said calmly, while Eileen suppressed a laugh and quietly watched her brother's performance.

"Can these two poor students afford it? Oh well, I'm going to the West End anyway, I'll just have to try my luck..." the coachman thought to himself, his eyes darting around, but he didn't say anything.

……

"We've arrived, sir. Your 'Express Horse' set meal' will cost 3 Runes. Please settle the bill, sir."

"Yes I know."

Pharos pulled a purplish banknote from his pocket, and the coachman's eyes widened immediately.

"I'm so sorry, but I don't have any change."

"Ah... I'm so sorry, sir, no, young master! I don't have any change right now! Well then, I was just coming to the West District to find some customers anyway, so this is on me, just forget about it, okay?"

"Oh, that's wonderful, you're such a generous gentleman."

Watching the brother and sister disappear into the distance, the coachman concluded that the two were a young master and a young lady with eccentric behavior.

…………

The library is located on the bustling street on the west side of Dawntown, not far from Moretti Manor.

This is one of the few places that can be called the city center.

Like a stereotypical industrial-era city, there is no deliberate greenery on the streets and alleys, and metal pipes and moss cover every part of the houses.