My magic panel is too numerical.

At night, Pharos touches Miss Raven.

[Level 1 spell "Strength Enhancement" learning progress 30%]

[Level 1 spell "Agility Enhancement" learning progress 30%]

[Level 1 spell "Skin Hardening" learning progress 20%]

[Level 1 spell "Audiovisual Enhancement" learning progress: 18%]

[Level 1 spell "Local Limb Enhancement" learning progress 30%]

[Level 3 Fire Elemental Magic "Holy Burn" Learning Progress 10%]

"Phew...it's finally working properly!" Pharos breathed a sigh of relief.

His strength has finally undergone a qualitative change.

Miss Raven summarized it for Pharos.

A spell can be barely cast with 30% of its power, can be used intermittently in battle with 50%, and can be controlled freely with over 80% power.

Pharos glanced at the exhausted hooded lady Iris and smirked.

Others waste their physical and mental energy learning magic, but how come I waste my teacher's energy learning magic...? He silently complained.

"Mr. Pharos... next time... you'll have to pay more..." Iris gasped, exhausted.

…………

North District.

Anthony, who had just finished get off work, went to the nearest beer hall with some friends.

There are mostly men here, and most of them are young people who are frustrated and unfulfilled.

If the place with the strongest yang energy in the 21st century is the boys' dormitory, then in the 19th century, the place with the strongest yang energy was the beer hall.

There are no women or singers here, only a group of like-minded friends.

At the far end of the tavern, there was a stage that was often occupied by an impassioned young man.

"Do you know how late those heartless factories make us work? Sixteen hours at a time! How many of our residents and fellow workers have collapsed at their posts today because of their ruthless exploitation! And the root of all this evil is the inaction of the imperial government and the 'salarymen' being transported to the empire in batches..."

During the most intense moments of the speech, the man almost always shouted, his voice ringing out.

The tavern erupted in enthusiastic applause, which grew louder and louder over time.

Although Anthony Hastings was not as cynical as most of them, which Dawntown resident didn't harbor some resentment towards the Empire and the Church?

Most importantly, someone's treating us to dinner today.

"Victor, a bottle of Frank beer, please," Anthony said, skewering pickles and smoked sausages on a fork.

"Oh, you have excellent taste, Mr. Hastings!" Victor brought over another plate of ham. "I also really enjoy Frank beer."

Since what happened yesterday, Victor has been exceptionally polite to him.

Someone the young lady knows? This is a guest of the highest rank.

"Thank you so much for today. Look at this ham, so tender and juicy!" Anthony exclaimed.

"What are you saying! We're all family now..." Victor said with a forced smile.

"Who is that young man giving a speech on stage? He looks quite young," Anthony said with some curiosity.

He had been to beer halls many times, but this was the first time he had seen such a passionate speaker.

"Ahem, he's a student at Castile University, from the East District. He couldn't find a job and didn't want to join a gang, so he started giving speeches. I think his name is Ludwig. Because of him, this tavern has become much more popular, so the tavern owner provides him with room and board for 10 runes a day for an hour of speaking. Although that kid often talks for three or four hours straight, he seems to enjoy it."

"What an energetic young man. I wish my son Pharos was like him." Uncle Anthony smiled helplessly.

Upon hearing Anthony mention his nephew, Victor's eyes lit up. He leaned closer to Anthony and lowered his voice, "Hey? What's the relationship between Mr. Pharos and Miss Serena?"

What's the relationship?

Anthony was also curious; this was the renowned Lady Serena, and he simply couldn't understand what kind of relationship his ordinary nephew could have with her...

It seems I need to find an opportunity to ask them properly.

"Well..."

Just then, the beer hall door was suddenly kicked open violently, drawing everyone's attention.

The newcomer was a slender woman dressed in a scarlet gown.

She was tall and slender, her eyes filled with longing, and her silky tongue licked her bright red upper lip.

The noise immediately subsided.

Anthony turned his head curiously toward the source of the sound.

His pupils contracted instantly, and the intense shock caused him to accidentally spill his beer on the table, his whole body trembling involuntarily.

"Mistress... Mistress!" he exclaimed instinctively in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

The woman's morbid smile swept over every man around her, and she said flippantly, "Good evening, my male friends who are about to offer themselves to me!"

"Where did this chick come from? She's got the looks to my liking, but this isn't a place for you!" the beer hall owner snapped.

But neither he nor anyone else present noticed that, apart from her angelic face, the woman's skin was charred black.

…………

As dusk fell.

Pharos took a break from his busy schedule and went to the church's holy water pool for a bath.

The water in the pool has dropped a lot recently, so it's not very comfortable to soak in. If I don't soak in it soon, it will be empty in a couple of days.

That's what Miss Venere said, but she prefers to soak in the morning.

Not wanting to sweat, Pharos hailed a carriage to go home.

Nine o'clock in the evening, 12 Winchester Street.

As soon as Pharos arrived at his apartment building, he suddenly felt a sense of unease.

Something seems off?

Miss Crow pointed out, "That's strange, why are your lights off?"

It's a bit strange, as it's impossible for someone to go to bed so early.

"Haven't you gone home yet? Or did you go out on something?" Pharos frowned, his expression serious.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the street.

A girl's clear but anxious voice rang out: "Brother? You...you're back?"

"Eileen? Why aren't you home?"

Under the dim yellow light of the gas streetlights, Eileen's smooth forehead was furrowed, and large beads of sweat rolled down her face.

She ran over, her voice frantic, nasal, and on the verge of tears: "Daddy...is missing..."

Pharos felt a chill run down his spine. Uncle Anthony... gone missing?

"What's going on? Where's Auntie?" he asked urgently.

"Mom is at the police station... She's already called the police. She told me to come back and wait for Dad. The law firm said Dad leaves work on time."

A very bad feeling arose in Pharos's heart.

The failed raid, the North District, the wanted criminal, Uncle Anthony...

At this moment, Pharos could feel his heart pounding wildly, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, the veins bulging.

He couldn't help but think about it; it was too much of a coincidence!

How could it be such a coincidence?

"What did the police say?"

Eileen sniffed: "They said... many people have gone missing in the North District today. The church has intervened, but it will take time."

"You go home first, I'll go check..." Pharos couldn't wait for news at home; he was now a mage, capable and powerful.

"Wait a minute, bro! Where are you going?"

"Good boy, you go home first!" Pharos said in a tone that left no room for refusal, and prepared to leave.

Just as he turned around, his arm was grabbed by the girl's slender and soft arm.

"Brother... don't go, we've already called the police... I'm a little scared being home alone..." Eileen sniffled, her voice pleading.

Pharos gently touched his sister's head and softly pushed Eileen away.

"It'll be alright, Eileen... I'll go bring Uncle back!"

"But...but..." Eileen wanted to tell her brother that this was really dangerous.

But at this moment, Pharos took out the black stick wrapped in bandages that he had been carrying on his back.

A black ribbon was torn off, revealing an exquisite cross-shaped longsword before Eileen's eyes, the gaslight illuminating the silver-purple scabbard.

"This...this is!" Eileen's eyes widened.

Previously, Pharos carried this wooden stick wrapped in black cloth with him every day. Eileen had wondered what was inside, but Pharos's explanation was always that it was a secret of the detective agency.

And indeed, this is the detective agency's biggest secret—the holy sword "Raven".

As an excellent student, how could Eileen not know the Holy Sword?

This is the exclusive magical medium of the "Holy Sword Wielder," the strongest profession on her longed-for path of magic.

"Brother...when did you..." She was too shocked to speak.

"Actually, I didn't really want to hide it from you, but I was afraid that telling you would scare you," Pharos said.

"Eileen, you might not believe it, but actually, I've been a mage for a long time. So... neither Uncle nor I will be in any danger! Now, I'll go bring him back!"

Having said that, he turned and ran wildly in the direction the carriage had left.

As night fell, a wisp of white mist rose hazily, and the gas lamps hissed and flickered with a warm light. Tears welled up in my eyes, making everything around me seem somewhat dreamlike.

This time, Eileen didn't stop her brother, but stared blankly at his back.