My magic panel is too numerical.

"Hey, hey, hey... I was wrong, I was wrong! Pharos, don't take it seriously!" Miss Raven hurriedly changed the subject, "Look, look! A vengeful spirit!"

"You'll see if I believe you or not, then you're finished!" Pharos wasn't buying it.

"Oh, I'm serious, it's at your 9 o'clock position!" Miss Crow said anxiously.

Pharos glanced at Miss Raven with suspicion.

Turning my head, wow~ it really is!

The vengeful spirit looked extremely weak and was nearing its end.

It shivered and hid in the dark streets and alleys, the shade of the trees blocking the gas lamps, making it appear particularly dim.

"Miss Raven! Soul Devourer!" Pharos said.

Such vengeful spirits may dissipate at any time once they lose their obsession.

"Then you're not allowed to touch me!"

"I know, I know..."

Touch Miss Crow's colorful black feathers.

"Soul Devourer!"

[Activate "Soul Devouring"]

The next second, the purple vortex swallowed the white figure.

A panel pops up.

[Spirit -1, Strength +1]

[Body: Strength 3; Agility 2; Charisma 1]

[Note: You have gained strength! Your muscle and limb coordination has improved.]

"Weak spirit, let go of your obsession... Rest in peace!" Pharos murmured to the vengeful spirit.

The next second, a black and white slide flashed through my mind, making a "buzzing" sound.

"Sizzle sizzle"

"..."

Perhaps the vengeful spirits were too weak, because Pharos saw almost no useful information.

Black and white memories are extremely loose and fragmented.

It can be confirmed that this vengeful spirit was neither a clergyman nor did it die of natural causes, thus ruling out the possibility that it was caused by the white giant.

Deep in my memory, it was a spacious and luxurious villa, filled with a lavish yet dark Gothic style.

The villa's owner is a very elegant and hospitable lady.

She liked to wear semi-transparent silk dresses, and she liked to tie up and imprison male customers... and then do unspeakable things.

The vengeful spirit seemed unable to bear the humiliation and desperately wanted to...want to...look in the mirror.

The vengeful spirit twisted its body little by little, but just a second before it was about to touch the mirror... it died from exhaustion.

What the hell is this?! You'd be better off dying from plowing the fields...

"If you're going to run away, then run away. What's with looking in the mirror?" Pharos asked, his face full of questions.

"Power? Not bad, not bad, you're exactly lacking in power!" Miss Crow said with delight, not minding anything else.

It's absurd that someone with the highest strength attribute could die from plowing a field... Pharos was speechless.

It's unclear whether the woman was too fierce or the vengeful spirit's power was too weak.

…………

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when they arrived home. Eileen and Uncle Anthony sat in the living room with worried expressions.

Pharos looked around and noticed someone was missing. He asked, "Where's Auntie?"

"Mom is still working overtime..." Eileen said listlessly.

"Oh dear, your aunt will be working 12-hour days starting today," Uncle Anthony explained.

"Forced labor?" Pharos frowned slightly.

"It's not so much forced, but now many factories are starting to follow suit. Workers can't find any easy jobs at all, so they have no choice but to work. People have to make a living."

Today, Uncle Anthony, unusually, lit a cigarette and kept puffing away.

"The husband must feel bad about his wife working long hours, right?" Miss Crow said in a low voice.

The East District is very large, but due to economic pressure, my aunt can only take a public carriage every day.

Each round trip takes more than an hour on the road every day.

"It's not safe outside right now, and the factory area is quite far from here..." Pharos noticed a problem and said gravely.

This forced overtime policy was abolished by the Empire several years ago, but since this is Dawn Town, the Empire doesn't care.

Those above don't take it seriously, while those below outwardly comply but inwardly defy it.

I need to find an opportunity to mention it to Roman.

It wasn't until 10:30 p.m. that Aunt Anna opened the door.

"If you don't come back soon, I'm already thinking of coming to look for you," the uncle said worriedly. "Even though Frost is back..."

Before he could finish speaking, Anthony froze.

He immediately stood up, his expression panicked and anxious, and added, "My God! What's wrong, darling?!"

Aunt Anna's eyes were red-rimmed as if she had just been crying. She tried to appear calm, but the words that came out were involuntarily broken into sobs: "...Anthony... Waaah, my husband... I didn't do anything wrong to you... I didn't..."

Pharos, who was standing nearby, immediately stood up and went to check on the situation.

Her younger sister, Eileen, also rushed out of the room.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"What's wrong, Auntie?"

But as soon as they got close, Pharos and Eileen's expressions immediately darkened.

Aunt Anna had a bright red handprint on her face, and it was even slightly swollen.

Aunt Anna was a very respectable woman. She was very beautiful when she was young. When Pharos first arrived in Dawn Town, his first reaction was not to call her aunt, but to call her sister.

Time has left a slight crow's foot on her face, but for someone in her forties, she is actually quite well-maintained and is a beautiful woman with a charming figure.

At that moment, she nestled in Uncle Anthony's arms like a little girl.

"Tell me, what happened?" Uncle Anthony's forehead veins bulged. "Who dared to mistreat my lover like this?"

Despite being an office worker, Uncle Anthony has built up a considerable network of connections in the past two years.

He secretly vowed that anyone who dared to lay a finger on his wife would be made to pay dearly.

The aunt shook her head, refusing to say.

Tears streamed down her face.

Finally, after the three of them took turns pleading and cajoling, the aunt explained the whole story.

The newly appointed factory manager of the Corleone textile factory is an important member of the Corleone family.

That local tyrant family has recently gained power in the gang wars and is becoming increasingly domineering.

The new factory manager, in his first three moves, laid off employees and cut salaries, then increased working hours. By chance, he took a liking to Anna, who still had a charming appearance, and made a sexual advance.

He also promised Anna benefits such as being able to leave work early and having her salary unchanged.

Aunt Anna was a reserved person and firmly refused the factory manager's request.

The price to pay is the isolation of employees, endless dirty and tiring work, and a vicious slap.

"That's too much... that's too much!" Eileen stomped her foot in anger, anxiously watching as tears streamed down her face.

Uncle Anthony clenched his fists, his breathing becoming trembling.

"The Mafia...the Mafia?" His heart skipped a beat.

In Dawntown, there's only one type of people you shouldn't mess with: the Mafia.

Anthony froze for a few seconds, then raised his hand and lit a cigarette: "I'll figure something out... I will..."

He thought he knew a lot of important people, but the Corleone family still gave him a suffocating sense of oppression.

Pharos noticed that Uncle Anthony's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and a bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Uncle Anthony must be under a lot of pressure... Pharos thought about what would happen next.

This is, after all, the largest gang in the city.

Normal families would definitely swallow this insult, and some would even send their wives and daughters to these adults' beds for their amusement, just to secure a "secure job".

The difference in treatment is quite obvious... Pharos thought to himself.

Miss Christina could send a gangster heir to the gallows with a single word, while gangsters could ruthlessly seize the wives and daughters of ordinary people.

Faros immediately said, "When I was working for Detective Detective before, I got to know a few Mafia bosses. Let me help think of a solution."

"I understand, Pharos, you also want to do your part for this family, but this time it's really different... That factory manager... is a favorite of the Corleone family, not someone that can be brought down by ordinary connections."

"Aunt Anna said, sobbing."

She believed that Faros was still young, and his connection with the Mafia was at most a simple detective engagement, not a real friendship.

A principal-agent relationship only represents an "exchange of interests" and cannot accomplish such a major task.

No wonder Uncle Anthony was sweating so much.

Pharos didn't say anything and silently went back to his room.

…………

The following day, June 21, 480 AD, was a Thursday.

Morning at Castilla Cathedral.

Round table conference room.

In the crystal ball projection, Christina calmly asked to borrow the holy water again.

"Reasons? Unless you can come up with a solution." Byron continued trying to gather information.

In the projection, Christina slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

"The plan is simple: we just need to randomly distribute a sufficient amount of holy water among the crowd, and then..."

She repeated the young man's suggestion.

This achieves three goals at once: it buys time, allows us to follow the clues to find the giant, and most importantly, once the other party stops taking the bait, we can essentially lock down the church's internal structure.

Whether there's a traitor within or the giant himself is lurking inside, they will inevitably slip up.

This is an open conspiracy.

A clever scheme that could drive a giant to the brink of defeat.

People around them started whispering among themselves.

I must say, it is indeed a good idea.

"Then what about Castile City? We also need holy water. If we give it all to Dawn Town, what will we use?" A deacon from Castile stood nearby, trying to argue his point.

But Leon immediately rejected the offer.

"As expected of you, the Wayne family's wisdom is in no way inferior to what it was back then." Leon slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and praised, "I've made the decision. Activate the holy water immediately."

"I will obey your will..." Byron replied helplessly.

Christina's lips curled up slightly.

After the meeting, only Leon and Christina's projectors remained in the room.

"Your wisdom reminds me of your brother." Leon paced around the round table with his hands behind his back. "I'm sorry about him."

"He said it was his retribution, and he wasn't entirely lying," Christina said with a self-deprecating smile. "However, I'm not as clever as him; this idea wasn't entirely my own..."

"Oh?" Leon looked at him curiously. "How so?"

"The provider of this plan is a young man named Pharos Hastings."

"Hastington?" Leon pondered for a moment, but couldn't recall the surname. "Grassroots?"

"What an interesting little guy," Christina said, taking a sip of coffee in the projection. "I think you'll be interested in him."