My magic panel is too numerical.

Detective Simon spoke in a faint voice:

"I would like to ask you to take Christina away from Dawn Town."

"Huh?" Pharos was taken aback. Leaving Dawn Town?

As previously stated, Christina's predicament in Dawntown is the result of a power struggle within the Empire's upper echelons.

Take her away...isn't that just a prison break?

This is a bit beyond what Pharos is capable of.

The operative needs a college student to help him escape from prison? Who would believe that?

He immediately bared his teeth and grimaced.

The entrance exam for the Magic University will be held in a month.

Before that, Pharos had to devour more vengeful spirits and save or borrow money to buy the "Holy Sword".

"I know... it's a difficult task for you, so I won't force you to take this commission. You can take some time to think about it."

Detective Simon's speech was somewhat halting, sounding strained and strained; his obsession had reached its limit.

Pharos fell silent.

He didn't want to get involved in this matter; let the powerful and wealthy fight it out themselves.

Detective Simon did not explain anything.

"Oh, right," he said, his tone turning heavy as if he had just remembered something.

"I haven't had a chance to congratulate you on obtaining the strongest professional Holy Sword Wielder yet. As your boss, how can I not show my appreciation? Let me give you a gift."

"Gift?"

How do you send gifts to the dead?

Pharos was somewhat curious.

"Do you remember what a gentleman needs most?" Simon gave an ugly smile. The detective casually pointed to a pure black umbrella hanging calmly on the wall.

Pharos was stunned... It was Detective Simon's umbrella, and there happened to be a sword hidden inside.

"Could it be...this is!" He was somewhat shocked.

"A decent umbrella," Detective Simon joked.

This is definitely not an umbrella! Pharos knew it very well, and at this moment his heart was filled with excitement.

"The Holy Sword... Raven," Detective Simon murmured. "It is a holy sword forged from the beak of the extremely ferocious magical beast 'Shadowbird' and crystals. It possesses powerful 'spirit' magic support abilities. My sister Chris can't use it; she's not a holy sword wielder. However, I think it will find the most suitable master."

Pharos was no stranger to this weapon; he had seen it many times in the past two weeks.

The most recent instance was witnessing Detective Simon perform an exorcism on Moretti's house.

It turns out that Detective Simon is the Holy Sword Wielder.

"Raven?" Pharos finally learned the name of the sword.

"Don't underestimate the raven; this creature is much smarter than its relative, the crow," Detective Simon joked.

Miss Raven felt she had been subtly insulted, and since she couldn't do anything about Detective Simon, she vented all her resentment on Pharos.

"What's wrong with the crow? Did the crow eat your rice?" The sharp beak struck Pharos hard on the head.

No, what does this have to do with me? Stop pecking... you'll go bald!

Pharos was on the verge of tears, enduring the excruciating pain in his scalp: "Thank you...you're a good boss."

Approaching, I carefully picked it up.

The jet-black handle is engraved with a lifelike raven. When the switch is pressed, with a "click," a bright silver blade engraved with runes pops out from the junction of the umbrella ribs and the three-piece umbrella. The center of the blood groove on the blade is purple, and the blade is long and thin, about two fingers wide.

The next second, Farosto suddenly felt something floating in the air, and the world changed into a kaleidoscope of colors. He could no longer only see white, which represented "spirit," but also red, yellow, green, purple...

The world around us is like a cotton candy machine, and the sword in our hand is the wooden skewer that can string the cotton candy together.

Is this what elements are?

Is this the complete Holy Sword Wielder?

Is this the world of magic?

He felt as if what he lacked had been made up for, and he had finally become a true magician.

Miss Crow stopped pecking and exclaimed in surprise, "It's actually a holy sword forged by an A-level magical beast! The higher the level of the magical beast, the stronger the holy sword. And the 20 runes you've been eyeing can only buy a holy sword forged by a D-level magical beast. Detective Simon is really generous!"

Pharos stared at the "Raven's Sword" for a moment, lost in thought.

"Detective Simon, this...this is far too valuable..."

Just as he was about to decline, Detective Simon interrupted him, saying:

"When I came to Dawn Town, this detective agency was my favorite place. Every morning, I could see the sunrise piercing the dawn from my bedroom window. But I... have never stopped regretting it. I regret leaving my family, I regret leaving Moonshadow City... Pharos, don't let yourself live in regret. You are a genius! The future king of the 'Spirit' attribute. This is just the beginning for you."

After saying that, Detective Simon rose gracefully, moved to the bedroom window, and continued to stare blankly eastward, in the direction of dawn.

"regret?"

Pharos muttered something, but the solitary white figure stood silently by the window, offering no further response.

That deep white, like a flame about to be extinguished, grew fainter and fainter.

Simon's last obsession has dissipated; at this rate, it may simply vanish after dawn.

"Goodnight, Detective... I have everything I need now."

…………

Sunrise Town, 12 Winchester Street, rooftop.

The quilts were aired out on a sunny day, and a damp, warm breeze blew through the night.

The bedding drying on the rooftop was blown up by the wind, effectively blocking Pharos's figure.

"No, no, that's not how you use magic!" Miss Raven protested.

Pharos gripped his rapier, sweat streaming down his face.

After leaving the detective agency, Faros didn't rush home. Instead, he couldn't wait to start experimenting on the rooftop.

When he wields the holy sword, he can see colorful "cotton candy" floating around him in the air. Mr. William said that these are "elements," and magic is the gathering of these elements through a medium.

The Holy Sword Wielder unleashes magic by gathering the "elements" in the air to the sword, and then using his "spells," "knowledge," and "language" in combination.

Of course, Pharos didn't listen to Mr. William's lectures; Miss Raven had to relay them to him.

"Don't understand? That's good! That'll teach you to pay attention in class." Miss Crow scolded.

Pharos was scolded and couldn't refute it for a moment. He felt that he could clearly see these "elements" floating in the air, but these "cotton candies" just wouldn't listen to him.

"You have a long way to go!" Miss Crow said earnestly.

"Miss Raven, do you think it might be because my stats are too low? Should I try adding some points? What should I add to speed up my magic learning?"

Pharos asked tentatively.

"Add some points to 'Knowledge' or 'Spells'. Intelligence can help you master magic faster, but you don't know any magic right now, so you might as well add points to Strength. At least you'll hurt people more when you hit them."

Once you are called a Holy Sword Wielder, wielding the Holy Sword will enhance your "Body" stat.

Before wielding a sword: [Physical Stats: Strength 2; Agility 2; Charisma 1]

After wielding a sword: [Constitution: Strength 4; Agility 4; Charisma 2]

[Note: Your stats are not calculated while wielding a sword, and you cannot participate in the lottery.]

"The Holy Sword Wielder actually doubled the 'Body' attribute! No wonder it's the strongest class," Pharos complained. "This lousy system doesn't even allow bug exploits..."

"What is a system?" Miss Crow tilted her head and asked curiously.

"Um...someone like you, Miss Raven."

"Oh! I see! That must be a great being from the magical world!"

No, not just in the magical world, but in all worlds, he is the greatest being… Pharos was speechless, mentally planning his future.

Magic in this world needs to be learned.

There are two ways to learn magic.

First, find a tutor with the corresponding attribute at a magic university to study under.

Secondly, find a magic tutor and pay to learn from them.

Third, develop it yourself.

This is a bit of a trap. Pharos just wanted to try developing it himself, but he found it to be extremely difficult.

Especially the step of gathering elements, it feels a bit like eating noodles with a single chopstick.

You can see it, but you can't touch it.

Pharos touched the nine purple banknotes in his pocket and immediately felt a pang of heartache.

"This money is gone..."