My magic panel is too numerical.

"It's normal for the price to be high," Miss Vina said, unsurprised.

Pharos frowned.

The "Raven" skill description is quite powerful, and it can even be a perfect match for oneself.

But this cost forces Pharos to use it as a trump card.

It seems that it can't be used unless it's a matter of life and death.

"Miss Vena, if I want to improve my strength in a short time, what kind of magic can you teach me?" In the end, Pharos decided to rely on the passive effect of "Witch's Heart" to quickly improve himself.

"I saw you learning 'Holy Burn' before, and I have to admit that you are indeed very talented. But in fact, learning level three magic too early is a waste of effort. You should start with basic level one and two magic."

"Like a magic university?" Pharos pricked up his ears.

"No!" Vena denied. "We Holy Sword Wielders rely on close-quarters combat to rush in and take on the primary role of advancing on the battlefield or in the arena. Your sole purpose is to kill the enemy lord!"

Is this PvP between mages?

Pharos understood: if this world is a game, then the lord is the crystal.

The Holy Swordsman is the one who leads the minion wave to steal the crystal. Whether it's bringing the bomb into the point, flanking to cut off the carry, or pushing lanes to steal towers, the Holy Swordsman is always the most active main combat unit.

"Therefore, I should improve my mobility," Pharos concluded.

Because the Holy Sword Wielder has a double boost to his "physical" stats, he is a natural-born warrior and assassin.

"That's right! High-range, high-damage magic is just the icing on the cake for a Holy Swordsman. A true Holy Swordsman needs sufficiently strong melee combat abilities!" Vena agreed.

"Then what kind of magic should I learn?" Pharos asked excitedly.

"You must learn all the level one spells!" Vena said.

Pharos was taken aback.

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dusk.

After queuing for a whole day, Anthony finally met a prominent member of the Moretti family.

This leader met Anthony at a religious court.

Thanks to Anthony's persistent and reasoned arguments, the leader received a reduced sentence.

Now that this gang leader has been released from prison, he has become a big shot in the neighborhood.

"Lord Victor, this is what happened..." Anthony said with a pained expression, recounting his ordeal as if pouring out his heart.

"Corleone... My God, how could you have messed with someone like that?" Victor pinched the bridge of his nose, thought for a long time, and then shook his head.

"Your Excellency! My wife and my family are facing a life-or-death test. I beg you to help me." Anthony humbled himself greatly.

The formidable leader shook his head: "Currently, the Moretti and Corleone families are entering a critical period, and I cannot disrupt the harmony between the two families for your sake."

Anthony was taken aback and said, "But didn't you two have a fierce battle before?"

"Sigh, if I could, I would love to help you, but the Moretti family has been severely damaged. We small leaders have had a lot of authority taken away, and we no longer have the ability to interfere in the affairs of other families' territories."

Victor shook his head.

"I really have no other choice, Your Excellency Victor! I'll offer you anything, whether it's money or something else!" Anthony still wanted to get something more.

"How about this, I'll report it to our department head, and you can go back and wait for further instructions, okay?"

"But...but..."

Anthony was about to say, "There's no time left," but was immediately interrupted.

"You can leave now!" Victor dismissed him. "Our young lady will be coming to inspect the work later, and I need to make a good impression on her."

After being humiliated, Anthony fell into unprecedented anxiety.

He sat on the curb next to the villa, dazed and confused, covering his face with his hands.

He tried almost every possible method throughout the day, but failed to find a satisfactory solution.

In just one day, he seemed to have aged ten years.

Just then, a limousine drove into the villa.

Victor, the former leader, led a dozen or so men in formal attire to greet them.

They stood ramrod straight, lined up in two rows to make way for a passageway, their expressions serious.

Victor, who had just stepped outside, saw Anthony still sitting on the curb, and his face immediately darkened.

He snapped, "What are you still doing here! Get out of here, hurry up! Our young lady has a bad temper; if you keep acting like this, it'll lower my standing in her eyes!"

Anthony felt a chill run down his spine; he had naturally heard of this young lady before.

It is said that he has already been designated as the next Moretti family heir.

However, Anthony was so preoccupied with his family that he momentarily forgot he needed to leave.

Just then, the car door opened, and a figure in a white shirt, black vest, black skirt, black shoes, and black stockings stepped out.

She was a young woman with striking features, an extremely cool and serene face, and exquisite beauty. She had a slender and graceful figure, but without the thinness of malnutrition. Every movement of her body was clean, neat, and elegant.

Her gaze naturally fell on Anthony and Victor.

"We're doomed..."

Victor's scalp tingled. The welcoming ceremony he had prepared for so long was ruined just like that. He glared fiercely at Anthony and got up to greet the young lady.

"Your Excellency, everything you requested is ready..."

Serena completely ignored Victor and the human wall, walking straight through the corridor and heading straight for Anthony.

Just when everyone thought this young lady was about to cause trouble.

Her expression was indifferent, and her voice was cool as she asked:

"You are... Mr. Hastings? Pharos's uncle?"

Victor and Anthony were both taken aback.

Serena recognized the religious lawyer based on her fragmented memories.

Previously, the Moretti family had tried to win over Faros, and naturally they would also investigate Faros's background and family.

Serena had some recollection of Pharos's uncle.

With a friendly face and brown hair like Pharos, he was clearly a handsome man in his youth.

"You...know him?" Victor was the most shocked.

Good heavens! What have I done? I actually kicked someone Miss knew out of the villa?

He immediately realized that he had made a big mistake.

Anthony hurriedly stood up, and said a beat slow, "...It's me. Do you know Pharos?"

"I suppose so," Serena replied with her usual composure and politeness. "Mr. Hastings, what brings you here?"

No one visits this place unless they have a reason. This is the Mafia's meeting villa, and those who come here usually have something to ask of the Moretti family.

Anthony felt that happiness had come too suddenly, and his eyes even welled up with tears. He immediately recounted what he and his family had gone through.

Serena nodded slightly, a barely perceptible smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

"Well, Mr. Hastings, your immediate priority is to buy a newspaper. I think the matter at the textile factory is over."

Upon hearing this, Anthony looked bewildered, his mind filled with questions.