My magic panel is too numerical.

"Pharos? What's wrong?" Miss Raven asked anxiously.

"I found it..." Pharos's voice trembled.

"What did you find?"

Pharos did not explain, but waited for something.

"Knock knock." Two knocks came from the door.

The feeling of something being wrong has disappeared...

But Pharos's expression did not improve; instead, it became even more grave.

The vengeful spirit had indeed disappeared, but from his perspective, the white mist still enveloped the apartment, and the feeling of "spirits" remained.

Is Miss Daisy in danger?

Pharos decided in a second that he didn't want to think about the issue.

He wasn't a powerful mage, and even if Miss Daisy was really in danger, there was nothing he could do right now.

Not daring to linger, he immediately turned and went downstairs, with a vague feeling that Miss Lynn inside had already discovered him.

The rain is still falling.

"What are your plans next?" Miss Raven asked tentatively, perched on Pharos's shoulder.

"Notify the church and Miss Christina immediately," Pharos said.

Killing the White Giant was a shared goal for both Pharos and Miss Christina: on the one hand, the White Giant would not let them go, and on the other hand, it was to avenge Detective Simon.

"How can you be sure this isn't a trap?"

"That's something big shots have to consider. If Miss Christina gets tricked again, then she'll have served as the 'proxy' for nothing."

Pharos opened his black umbrella and left the apartment building.

But at that moment, a slender figure blocked Pharos's way.

The girl, wearing a hooded hood, ran swiftly through the rain. She was dressed in a white mage's robe from the University of Castia. Her slender, long legs were swift and powerful. Her little leather boots splashed water as they stepped into the water, wetting her white socks.

She carried a dagger in her hand. The Holy Sword Master could increase the "Body" attribute by holding the Holy Sword, and with this power, she could indeed run home faster.

I guessed right! This really is Miss Iris's house.

Pharos hurriedly hid his face in the black umbrella, trying not to attract attention, but the distinctive black umbrella still made him stand out.

Miss Iris asked, somewhat taken aback, "Mr. Hastings? What are you doing... here?"

"Miss Iris... tell me next time we meet, I have urgent business to attend to right now." Pharos didn't want to get too entangled, fearing that things might change if he delayed.

"Wait, wait a minute! Over there..."

Before Miss Iris could finish speaking, Pharos was already running through the rain.

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The metal pipes crisscrossing the house radiate heat, and raindrops dampen them, causing steam to rise intermittently.

Stepping onto the sticky, slippery road, Pharos looked around blankly, searching for a nearby carriage.

There are usually no coachmen stopping in Bedelgreen; public carriages only pass by at the border with the city center.

But it's raining now, and sometimes people will forget to bring an umbrella and splurge on one.

Rain washed over the stone brick wall, and oil stains flowed down the wall to the ground, forming a colorful oil stain in the puddle.

The colorful oil painting was stepped on, revealing mud underneath.

In conclusion, after reviewing Miss Lynn's memories, Pharos discovered the method by which the White Giant collected "spirits".

In places where people die in large numbers, such as by placing a "puppet".

This puppet can absorb all the "spirits" around it.

Just like the white giant that "Enzo" transformed into, he turned "spirit" into a vengeful spirit.

At this moment, Miss Lynn should be something like that.

That's why the apartment was shrouded in huge white fog.

Pharos had seen the same fog at the Moretti villa, but this time it was much smaller than before, and probably couldn't unleash a similar ability to create a maze.

By searching for this fog in Dawntown and finding the "Puppet," the growth rate of the giants can be slowed down.

"As long as we inform Miss Christina of this detail, it shouldn't be difficult for the 'Agent' to find any clues about the White Giant," Pharos explained.

"What bad luck, Pharos. How come you ran into so much trouble on your first solo exorcism?" Miss Raven complained.

"I'd like to know too..."

Pharos was panting heavily, not daring to stop for a moment.

That "demon" knows me, and once it notices me, I'll definitely be hunted down.

He didn't dare look back, just kept running, but the more he ran, the heavier Pharos's heart became.

Because there wasn't a single person in sight on the street.

Previously, the children playing in the mud in the sewers, the shrewish women beating and scolding their husbands, the alcoholic gamblers, and the prostitutes on the street... all these "landmarks" of Bedell Green have disappeared one by one.

This street used to be narrow, and it was quite crowded with pedestrians coming and going.

So here's the question: where are these people?

Where did they all go?

Pharos couldn't help but overthink.

Finally, at a corner, he saw a horse-drawn carriage parked by the roadside.

He was overjoyed, but just as he was about to get closer, as if to cut off Pharos's last escape route, a huge, heavy metal disc, three meters in diameter, fell straight down from the sky with a "boom".

In an instant, dust billowed up, and the entire carriage was smashed into a pulp, with bright red blood seeping out from underneath.

Pharos felt a chill run down his spine and stared blankly into the direction of the smoke and dust.

Amidst the hazy smoke, the discus moved, steam began to billow from its surroundings, and the disc-shaped object began to deform like a robot along intricate mechanical patterns.

Its round body contracts and folds, opening mechanical valves to extend two pincer-shaped mechanical arms. Its waist expands, contracts, and combines to form eight legs. Finally, all the excess parts gather at the tail, forming a huge hook tail.

In the shadow of steam, a crimson mechanical eye lit up.

"Mechanic!" Miss Raven exclaimed solemnly.

A mechanical sorcerer!?

Pharos's pupils contracted; the other side had indeed arrived, but it was not quite the "pursuers" he had imagined.

Finally, the thick fog dissipated, revealing a mechanical scorpion that was 1.5 meters tall and 3 meters long.

It was constantly emitting heat and making a deafening mechanical noise.

Is this... one of the white giant's accomplices?

Or does it belong to that white giant?

Unlike other professions, the medium through which a Mechanist uses magic is a "mechanical core" made from magical beast crystals.

By embedding this "core" into man-made "machinery," it can be remotely controlled.

It has to be said that this mechanical texture is very much in line with Pharos's aesthetic. If the other party didn't want to kill him at this moment, he would really like to take a closer look.

Sure enough, the giant mechanical scorpion moved, raising its forward-leaning pincers high.

Pharos immediately drew the holy sword "Raven" from the umbrella handle. The holy sword doubled the "body" stats, enhancing reaction, strength, and agility in all aspects. He dodged with a side roll.

His clothes were instantly covered in mud, but he didn't hesitate to get up and crawl into the alley.

Immediately afterward, the pliers fell, splashing a huge spray of water onto the ground.

The mechanical scorpion twisted its body and followed with exceptional agility.

"Pharros! This medium-sized mechanical creature has difficulty moving around in alleys. You have a chance to fight back!" Miss Raven reminded her.

"What do you mean?" Pharos asked anxiously.

After spending so much time together, Pharos knew very well that Miss Raven had once been a very capable person, and he trusted her judgment.

"These remotely controlled mechanical creatures all have a core, which is extremely fragile and will be paralyzed if attacked."

"The question is, how do we find this core?"

"Artificial cores are prone to overheating and must be placed in a location where they can dissipate heat. Find an opportunity to get around to its top and attack with fire magic; it will overheat and lose control!"

Pharos's eye twitched, and he anxiously reminded him, "Please! I haven't learned fire magic yet!"

"Pharos! You need to push yourself. Don't underestimate human potential, you bastard!"