My magic panel is too numerical.

"How...how did you do that?" Viner couldn't help but become curious.

This is outrageous! Wiener felt that Mr. Pharos hadn't realized how much of a genius he was.

"Oh, it's not as exaggerated as you think, ma'am. I just used a little external force," Pharos explained.

At Vena's insistence, Pharos demonstrated the magic "Holy Burn".

"...Could I borrow a light?"

Immediately, a police officer handed him a match.

The dry match lit up with a single strike, and Pharos condensed elements in his palm, instantly creating a halo that appeared in his left hand.

The moment the match was placed into the halo, black flames burst forth in his hand.

"There's such a thing? Could it be... you really be a genius?" Viner's eyes lit up.

At this moment, Pharos felt a sense of disconnect.

One was that good-for-nothing who scored two points on the magic test.

The other is a genius who single-handedly killed the mechanical scorpion, braving the gazes of the crowd.

For a moment, he couldn't tell which one was the real him.

"It's a clever trick, not something you can really pull off," Pharos said modestly.

If it were a real-person battle, the opponent certainly wouldn't give me the chance to light a match.

Wiener noticed the longsword in Pharos's hand and asked in confusion:

"Where did you get... an A-grade holy sword?"

She remembered that just yesterday, the boy was still worrying about 20 yuan, while this A-grade holy sword could fetch a million yuan if it were on the market, and there would be no market for it.

"Oh, this was... a gift from a mentor," Pharos explained.

In a sense, Detective Simon was indeed Pharos's mentor.

The umbrella ribs were damaged in the recent battle, so Pharos needs to find another scabbard, otherwise this "holy sword" will keep being questioned like this.

"You're lucky, kid. You got an A-grade holy sword right after becoming a holy sword wielder." Viner unconsciously looked down at his waist and hips.

It was only then that Pharos realized that this Vena priest was also a holy sword wielder.

Feed... Holy Sword Masters are everywhere, they're practically commonplace now.

However, this is also a survivor bias, because other professions are relatively less combat-effective and therefore less likely to be on the front lines of events.

Christina interrupted their conversation and asked, "Why are you here?"

Pharos explained, "I was helping my sister's classmate search for a ghost."

"Are you still doing this job?" Christina was referring to her work as a paranormal investigator.

"Just earning a little pocket money."

In fact, Pharos did not receive any money for this ghost-hunting trip; he couldn't very well accept money from his sister, could he?

"By the way, Miss Christina, I have something very important to report to you, about this ghost hunt, about this chase..." Pharos did not forget the most important thing.

"Chase? What do you mean?" Christina didn't understand.

"May I speak with you in private?" Pharos suggested.

Christina nodded.

With so many people around, there were some questions she wanted to ask Pharos privately.

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The other clergy went to clean up the battlefield, and Vena wanted to hear the two talk, but was refused.

Inside the car, the two sat in the back seat, and Pharos could smell the faint fragrance emanating from Miss Christina.

She wore no accessories, and her thick blonde hair was still tied in a high ponytail.

Stray hairs fell on either side of her face, bangs covered her forehead, her eyebrows were long and thin, and her eyes were soft yet sharp.

She wore a pure black, gothic-style gown with gold trim, and a swallowtail vest that perfectly accentuated her slender waist. High-top boots tightly hugged her slim, curvaceous calves.

She crossed her legs, and you could vaguely see lace trim covering her snow-white skin. Her fingers were interlaced on her legs, slender, white, and clean.

This was the first time Pharos had observed Miss Christina so closely; she exuded a pure sense of mystery, a Gothic mystery.

(For reference only)

"Um, here's the thing..."

Finally, he had a chance to chat with Miss Christina alone. Pharos recounted the situation in the sewers and the memories that "Soul Eater" had seen during the home visit.

As for the "Soul Devouring" ability, Pharos believed that Miss Christina was well aware of it.

Currently, only Miss Christina has personally witnessed "Soul Devouring".

Both sides maintained a tacit understanding.

See through it, but don't say it out loud.

"...Therefore, I suspect that Lynn is the White Giant. She should be a giant puppet similar to 'Enzo'. I think the puppet will collect 'spirits' and vengeful spirits on its own. As long as we thoroughly investigate the large area of ​​white mist gathering in Dawn Town, we can find the puppet that the White Giant is hiding. This will at least slow down the speed at which the giant collects 'spirits'."

Pharos shared his thoughts.

Christina fell into deep thought. She had finally gotten her wish and obtained a clue about the "devil," taking a big step closer to catching the murderer.

But her first reaction was that it was a tricky situation.

"Spirit" has always been her weakest area.

It could even be described as a major flaw; recently, she has begun to resist going to the front lines.

Given her current state, any vengeful spirit could potentially take her life.

She then remembered something else and asked, "What did you mean by 'chasing'?"

"I suspect that the mechanical scorpion is one of the white giant's comrades," Pharos concluded.

"That giant must have memorized my face, so when I appeared in front of him, he would definitely try to hunt me down. In fact, that's exactly what happened. He sent a mechanical mage. I suspect that he didn't do it alone, but as a team."

Christina denied it, saying, "You're overthinking it. That mechanical scorpion is a previous generation mechanical weapon of the Empire. It's been in disrepair for years and was placed in the armory of Castile on standby. It was accidentally activated by a staff member this afternoon. Father Byron and I confirmed that it was indeed an accident."

"What? An accident?"

Pharos was taken aback.

He couldn't quite accept this simple "accident".

This "accident" almost cost us a crucial intelligence report?

Did this "accident" almost kill him here?

What kind of accident is this?

"No... I can't accept this! Miss Chris, could you please investigate this?" Pharos raised an eyebrow and said thoughtfully.

Without realizing it, he also changed his form of address to "Chris".

"This is a private matter for Castile City, and I have no right to interfere. I will ask Vena to help you investigate," Christina replied.

Pharos unconsciously clenched his fist.

Is there a deeper story behind this? Is Castile City... trustworthy?

Pharos looked the "agent" up and down again. He had to admit that no matter how many times he looked at her, Pharos thought this woman was too beautiful.

But why was this woman imprisoned in "Dawn Town"?

And why, even though she was imprisoned, did so many people still want to kill her?

What exactly is a "demon"?

Inside the carriage, both sides fell silent.

Seemingly feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at, Christina changed the subject.

She maintained her usual cold tone.

"Your holy sword? What's going on?"