My magic panel is too numerical.

"Who...who are you?" Charles tensed. "Help! Help!"

Charlie was relatively calmer. He carefully examined the young man's face on the sofa, but the light was too dim to make out anything.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he threatened. "This is Corleone territory. You're turning your knife against us here. Have you thought about the consequences?"

"Consequences?" Pharos's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Why do I have a feeling that no one in Dawn Town dares to touch me?"

"Arrogant!" Charlie roared. "You know nothing about the Mafia! Dare to show your face? I guarantee you'll suffer a fate worse than death."

"Whether it's my arrogance or your ignorance is not for you to judge. However, I'll let you see." Pharos extended his longsword and parted the curtains behind him.

The golden rays of dawn streamed into the room, illuminating the young man's handsome face. His expression was relaxed and languid, but his eyes held a hint of anger.

"You...you are Pharos!" Charlie was slightly taken aback.

"Son, do you know this person?" Charles asked urgently.

Charlie recognized him, of course. This was the eldest son of the Corleone family's close friend from yesterday, and one of the main figures at last night's banquet.

Charles did not attend the banquet, but Charlie, as the younger brother of the young master Roman, remembered it clearly.

The arrogant young lady Serena once bowed respectfully and apologized to this legendary figure.

That's right, he's a legendary figure!

Within the Corleone family's inner circle, this young man was already a contemporary legend.

There's even speculation that Mr. Pharos has already tamed the young lady of the Moretti family.

Otherwise, how could that young lady possibly bow her head and admit her mistake in front of so many people?

"It's you! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Charlie forced a smile. "Do you think there's some misunderstanding between us?"

"Misunderstanding? Hmph..." Pharos let out a sinister laugh. "Your unbridled processing of the workers is a misunderstanding? Your lawless molestation of female subordinates is a misunderstanding?"

"this……"

Charlie and Charles exchanged a shocked glance.

"Who...who are you? Why are you making trouble for us?" Charlie asked tentatively.

"You can ask for anything you need. We have money and connections. We're all from the Corleone family, so there's no need for us to turn against each other!" Charles chimed in.

The father and son's back-and-forth banter made it seem as if Pharos was the one breaking the rules.

"It seems you forgot to look at my surname when you investigated me..." Pharos said with a smirk.

"You, who are you?" The father and son felt a sudden sinking feeling in their hearts.

"Let these two die knowing why. My full name is Pharos Hastings."

"Hastings..." Charlie repeated in shock, his pupils contracting sharply.

This! Isn't this the Hastings family, the Hastings family?

That cowardly husband Anthony, the submissive wife Anna, and they even have such an important nephew!

In an instant, shock, fear, and regret filled Charlie's emotions.

Sunlight streamed into the room, making the cross-shaped longsword in Pharos's hand appear particularly dazzling.

Suddenly, the silver and purple longsword moved!

The blade flew from his hand, flashing a silvery light in the air, and with a "crack," it landed squarely on the stone wall.

Blood splattered from the blood groove, and as the blade sank into the wall, it also pierced Charlie's throat.

Charlie's eyes widened like saucers, and his mouth opened and closed repeatedly as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Charles was filled with terror as he looked at his murdered son.

"Aaaaaah... Magic... Magician!" he screamed, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

This speed, this reaction, this strength—there's no doubt that the person before me is a powerful mage!

Before magicians, Muggles are like lambs to the slaughter.

In the chaos, a photograph slipped from Charles's arms.

Miss Crow, having witnessed a good show, flew over and took a closer look.

This is a photo of Eileen.

"Faros, this old man's got some big schemes up his sleeve, isn't he? He's even eyeing your sister?"

"No...don't kill me...I was wrong! I was really wrong, I apologize to you, I apologize to Anna, I apologize to Eileen...please...don't kill me!"

"Yesterday, which hand did you use to slap Aunt Anna?" Pharos's face was dark, a slight grin spreading across his face, the blood splattered on his cheeks revealing an eerily cold smile. "Speak! If you don't, I'll chop your head off!"

"My right hand! My right hand! Don't kill me, please... don't kill me! I was wrong!"

"Don't kill you? Your greed forces the workers in the East District to labor; don't you deserve to die?"

In an instant, Pharos pulled the sword blade that was fixed to the wall.

"No! No, it's not like that. Someone else made them work overtime. I was instructed to do it... I was forced! I'm just an ordinary person from the East District, how could I possibly understand cost reduction and efficiency improvement!"

Charles was crying and snotting through his nose, and his speech was somewhat incoherent.

"Someone else?" Pharos frowned.

"It was... a priest! He didn't show his face, but I knew he was a priest! He was waiting for me at my house the day I took office."

Upon hearing this, Pharos immediately retorted, "Why should I believe you? What is his purpose? What makes you say he is a priest?"

Charles lay prostrate on the ground, his right hand raised high, as if he were willing to trade his right hand for his life.

"He's a mage, he hates the people of the East District, and all the priests hate the people of the East District because that saintess came from the East District... That saintess ruined the path to advancement for the priests of Dawntown, and the priests here are stuck in Dawntown for their entire lives. He wants revenge on the East District, those are his exact words... Everything I'm saying is true, so it wasn't me... Let me go!"

The priest of Dawn Town hates the Holy Maiden and the East District?

This was actually important intelligence... Pharos was slightly stunned. He hadn't expected that executing a corrupt factory manager would yield additional benefits.

But isn't this too boring?

Making workers work overtime is a form of retaliation against the East District?

Absurd... Pharos was somewhat reluctant to believe his nonsense because it made no sense.

Charles's reasoning was simple: the magicians who hated the people of the East End were equivalent to priests, but there was no substantial evidence to support this claim.

Pharos found it hard to believe his side of the story.

The conflict between the priests and the Eastern District can be seen from the fact that the priests did not evacuate the people of the Eastern District when they besieged the White Giant.

But what does that prove?

"You don't know you're wrong; you know you're being punished."

With a swift, silver slash, Charles's right hand fell to the ground.

……

At the factory gate.

Aunt Anna was initially very reluctant to come to work at the factory today, but she knew that Eileen and Faros were about to face their most expensive moment.

The heavy financial burden on her family forced her to return to the textile factory.

She desperately needs this job...

Because she hesitated for a moment, she was late.

She took a deep breath and was about to enter when she suddenly saw dozens of people in factory uniforms gathered around a gas street lamp at the factory gate, as if they were observing something.

As soon as she got close, she froze on the spot.

A naked man was hanging from the top of a street lamp.

The man's right hand had been severed, blood was seeping from his groin, and he struggled desperately against the streetlight.

But the more she struggled, the faster the blood seeped from her lower body.

In his mental breakdown, the new factory manager, Charles, kept muttering:

"My lord mage... I was wrong... I'm guilty... Please don't kill me... I was wrong..."

…………

In the afternoon, at the Church of Dawn.

Wiener sat in the lounge, drowsy.

Compared to the Imperial Factory Castilla, Dawn Town is actually quite boring.

Recently, almost all the priests have been sent out on missions.

Originally, Vena should have been no exception, but the church needed someone to be on duty, and the Dawn Church was located in the city center, making it convenient to deal with emergencies.

Not long ago, Vener was severely injured by the White Giant, which led the church to deliberately avoid having Vener attend classes.

The blonde girl lay on the table, picked up a piece of paper at random, and started drawing aimlessly.

"That's a nice drawing! Do you really like children?"

"They're alright, they're the hope of the empire! They're the nourishment for the empire's resurgence!" Viner said with an embarrassed smile.

On the white paper, one after another, are the enthusiastic faces of children.

Then Wiener suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Ah! Pharos! You... what are you doing here?" She was startled, not knowing when, this darling of the entire Dawn Town had suddenly appeared behind her.

"Of course, I'm here to fulfill my promise to Miss Vina," Pharos said, shrugging.

"A promise?" Viner looked back strangely, unable to recall for a moment what she had promised Mr. Pharos.

"Ahem," Pharos handed Miss Vena an enforcement certificate for an unofficial clergyman, saying, "Miss Vena promised to teach me magic."

"Mr. Pharos! You...you've joined the church?" Suddenly, Venere was wide awake, and his eyes lit up with excitement.

"Ahem...just an extra."

Pharos grinned. There was nothing he could do; Miss Christina had given him too much.

From any perspective, learning magic from Miss Venus is the most cost-effective choice.

"That's wonderful! Mr. Pharos... Tomorrow! How about coming back to Castile with me tomorrow?" Vena almost cried with joy, excitedly exclaiming.

In Dawntown, there are almost no priests who don't want to go to Castile.

This is actually a very generous offer.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any plans to leave Dawntown anytime soon." Pharos gave an awkward smile.

"No problem, we can take it slow!" Vena said proudly. "What kind of magic do you want to learn? This is a perk only you get—personal instruction from an apprentice 'Agent'!"

"Any kind of magic?" Pharos asked tentatively. "So, your level four magic...?"

"Ahem! I knew it..." Venere coughed twice, puffing out her cheeks. "This won't do. This is magic that only our 'Edwards' family can teach."

Pharos couldn't help but show a disappointed expression.

"However... if you're willing to marry into the family... that's fine!" Wiener changed the subject, "I can introduce you to a girl from the 'Edwards' family!"

If you hadn't added the second half of your sentence, I would have almost thought you were going to confess your feelings... Pharos thought to himself.

"Um, Miss Venus, is it not allowed?"

He was about to make a joke when he suddenly realized that his words were somewhat ambiguous.

Their relationship wasn't close enough for such a joke, so he changed his approach and asked more cautiously:

"Actually, I have a request. If it's convenient... could I observe that 'Sanctuary Light' technique again?"

As a second choice, Pharos used the "Witch's Heart" passive ability to steal level four magic.