My magic panel is too numerical.

"No...no way? You're the Holy Sword Wielder?" Miss Venus's eyes widened. "A three percent chance! You...you won?"

Pharos said modestly, "It's only three percent, nothing much. There are so many people in the Empire, there are plenty of Holy Sword Wielders."

"The empire's population isn't small, 3% is indeed a lot, but for someone with such a high-level phenomenon to be a Holy Sword Wielder is truly a rare talent."

It is understood that "the sun and moon shining together" can only occur in two situations: a full moon and a solar eclipse. Because the conditions are so demanding, it is even rarer than other S-class anomalies.

Pharos understood; this was the big, black-and-white creature.

He examined himself and found no particularly noticeable changes.

"I can use magic now? It doesn't feel like anything has changed."

Vena cast an envious glance at him: "Of course! I've already said you're a Holy Sword Wielder; how can you use magic without a Holy Sword?"

"Holy Sword?" Pharos was slightly taken aback. What was this? He had never even heard of it.

Miss Venere patiently explained: "The Holy Sword is a medium for using magic. Anyone who uses magic borrows power from a god. For example, an elementalist can only use magic within a lord's domain, so the lord's domain is the elementalist's medium. Similarly, a beast tamer can only use magic through the magical beasts they have tamed or raised, so the magical beasts are the beast tamer's medium."

Then Miss Venere explained in turn that the medium for a dragon knight is a dragon; the medium for a mechanic is steam-powered machinery; and the lord himself is the medium, but cannot use magic.

It is said that Pharos has finally gained a basic understanding of the six professions.

Then she remembered the sword that Miss Serena had, which was emitting black and blue flames; she must be the Holy Sword Wielder.

The Holy Sword is actually similar to the wand at Hogwarts.

"Then how do I get the Holy Sword?" Pharos asked impatiently.

"Do you want the Holy Sword?"

"Mmm!" Pharos nodded expectantly.

"The cheapest holy sword... 20 runes..."

This is a bolt from the blue!

Pharos's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Uncle Anthony only earns 12,000 runes a year. Does that mean he has to take out a 20-year loan to buy the cheapest "Holy Sword"? Isn't that a rip-off?

He had already begun to regret it, and as he recalled Miss Serena's exquisite silver wolf-head cross sword, tears of poverty streamed down his face.

"You don't need to worry about that. After joining the church, the church can provide loans to novice priests, and they are interest-free."

"Interest-free loans?" Pharos exclaimed in surprise.

That's normal, though. The three major powers of the empire are all big spenders when it comes to printing money, so they certainly won't lack this.

Miss Venere lowered her voice, covered her mouth, and changed the subject: "By the way... Mr. Pharos, Miss Chris was present and it wasn't convenient to ask just now. By the way, do you have a girlfriend?"

Pharos was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and then gave an awkward reply:

"Not at the moment..."

Vena's eyes suddenly lit up: "So, which church are you planning to join? The stage in Dawn Town is a bit too small for you. I think you can come back to Castile with me! There are so many beautiful and pretty priestesses there, you'll love them! I've thought about it! You'll work under me, flirt with whoever you like, and I'll back you up! We both have a bright future!"

The abacus beads nearly hit Pharos on the forehead, and he laughed awkwardly, saying:

"It's like this, Miss Vena, I... don't plan to join the church for the time being."

Ok?

As Viner looked at the clean-cut and handsome young man in front of her, her heart sank.

She then remembered that the "agent" had indeed not mentioned the issue of Pharos's future.

It's as if the sales targets that were within reach just vanished.

"You're not kidding, are you, Mr. Pharos... The Church, the Church is very good."

"The church is good, but my dream is to get into magic university, and I have no intention of serving God." Pharos repeated what he had said to Byron and Christina.

After chatting for a while, when he heard that it was a "divine favor ceremony" that Miss Christina had agreed to assist in, Viner was heartbroken.

"Miss Christina is so foolish..."

…………

Outside the church, Vena watched Pharos leave with a heavy heart, uttering farewell words that were unclear in meaning, such as "The church doors will always be open for you, and my doors will also be open for you..."

Pharos was in a bit of a headache at that moment, 20 runes.

This reminded him of the hardships he endured in his previous life when he was paying off a mortgage.

"The Holy Sword Wielder..." Miss Raven mused. "It is indeed a wheelchair-bound profession. There are no restrictions or entry barriers. For a mage, 20 is already a very low entry barrier."

Well, awakening is the same as not awakening at all, and I also wasted an opportunity to choose a profession.

Pharos suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Miss Raven, what does 'Origin Envoy' mean?"

Previously, Miss Venere insisted that God would not personally grant him a job change, so she did not ask.

Pharos thought that Miss Raven, being so knowledgeable, should know what an Origin Messenger was.

"The Origin Envoy means becoming a chosen one of the gods. The gods will bestow upon you the power of origin, making you a powerful being who can use magic without a holy sword. But this is not actually a good thing, as it means that he can possess you at any time," Miss Raven explained.

Upon hearing this, Pharos felt a chill run down his spine...

The Origin Envoy is like a max-level account, but uncontrollable things like the account holder retrieving the password might happen.

In summary, the Originator is more like a vessel for divine intervention in the mortal world.

Pharos felt a chill run down his spine. He had indeed considered whether to choose the Originator, because it sounded very powerful.

"What should we do next? If we don't join the church, money is definitely a problem," Miss Raven asked.

"I don't know..." Pharos wasn't one to plan ahead, and he began to have expectations for the academy. "Will the academy issue the Holy Sword?"

"The academy will provide you with interest-free student loans like the church, but what's the point of you completing the divine blessing ceremony ahead of time?" Miss Raven asked rhetorically.

Pharos was immediately in a bind.

Even college students at magic universities can't find decent jobs these days, so isn't it even more difficult for him, a half-baked detective? Finding a job is almost impossible, unless the five major mafia gangs next door take turns sending money to Pharos.

"How about we ask Miss Christina for a loan?" Miss Raven suggested.

Pharos hesitated. He had already used up all his favors with the "Agent" lady, and besides, 20 was not a small amount for anyone.

Compared to his previous life, 1 Rune is almost equivalent to 10 RMB in terms of purchasing power.

"Speaking of which...don't you have a close friend? I heard he's quite wealthy." Miss Raven recalled the blond young man at the Holy Temple School who called Pharos "close friend".

"They're just ordinary friends, and besides, 20 is no small sum..." Pharos sighed.

"The other person may not just see you as an ordinary friend."

Before he knew it, Pharos was already walking on the familiar Buick Street, and now he couldn't even bear to spend the money for the carriage home.

The aroma of wheat, combined with the rich, caramelized scent, fills the nostrils with a layered fragrance.

Buick Street is more crowded at night than during the day, as it is the only way to enter the East District from the factory area.

Dozens of carriages and drivers waited by the roadside, while several newsboys bustled about on the not-so-wide road.

Pharos strolled aimlessly down the street. He was a little hungry, and he preferred Mrs. Rowling's bread to expensive rune dishes.

He glanced wistfully at the white, vengeful spirit lingering on the second floor, his mood inevitably sinking.

Is there something Detective Simon can't let go of?

Every vengeful spirit exists for a purpose; the little obsessions in life become the strength that keeps them alive, just like Paul, who has been alive ever since he wanted to inform the old godfather.

Just as he was thinking this, Pharos saw two young ladies walk straight up to the second floor.

The buildings on Buick Street were three-story red brick buildings, but Farrow remembered that the third floor was a small attic storage room rented by Mrs. Rowling, and no one lived there.

"Someone else... is looking for Detective Simon?" Pharos asked, somewhat puzzled.

But that makes sense, not everyone reads the newspaper, and things have been hectic lately, so Detective Simon hasn't even taken down the little GG sticker he posted yet.

He followed curiously.