My magic panel is too numerical.

Fifteen minutes later.

Pharos touched the panel again.

"Observed that the level 2 magic 'Eye of the Storm' has gained 3% and 4% proficiency..."

"...29%, 30%"

[Level 2 spell "Eye of the Storm" learning progress 30%]

After gaining skill proficiency, Pharos naturally learned how to use it.

"Gather the wind element in my eyes..." Grasping the sword hilt, Pharos attempted to gather cyan elements in the air.

A moment later, his pupils were tinged with a bluish halo.

Everything around us seemed to be magnified instantly, and the hazy city buildings in the distance became clearly visible.

Under the cover of night, the shadowy corners hidden by darkness become bright, and the wind blowing through the surrounding flowers and plants can be seen in every movement.

Eye of the storm... 4x zoom...

Pharos looked around but found nothing suspicious.

"No?"

He tried closing his eyes and adjusting the focus.

Eye of the storm... 8x zoom...

still none.

Eye of the storm... 16x zoom...

This is the maximum multiplier that Pharos can currently achieve; the next level, 32x, requires at least 50% proficiency.

He soon felt his eyes were dry and his vision was blurry.

It really wasn't a pleasant experience!

Priest Erdgo was injured but forced to work, which was actually quite pitiful... Pharos thought to himself, struggling to force open his eyes and scan his surroundings.

Finally! He discovered two anomalies.

It has to be said that this "eye of the storm" is really useful. No wonder Odegaard calls himself "the overlooker". He is indeed a master at peeping into gossip at home and on the go!

"Mr. Odegaard, at your 2 o'clock position, about one kilometer away, look over there and see what's there?" Pharos reminded him.

"I've already looked over there! That's Moretti's dock warehouse. I've seen it, there's nothing inside," Erdegaard said listlessly.

"I have a feeling something bad is going on there. You know, Priest Erdgo, a person with a strong 'spirit,' his premonitions are always very accurate," Pharos added.

Pharos first discovered a sensitive figure, and then saw a thick white fog in the warehouse.

"Hmm... there might be a basement or something, but I can't see clearly from here. Why don't you come closer and take a look?"

"How can I contact you if something really happens?"

Erdgo thought for a moment, then took out a miniature crystal ball and handed it over: "This is the core crystal of the B-grade magical beast Firefeather Flamebird. Breaking it will cause a fire explosion. If anything happens, break it; I'll see it."

"You are a truly generous gentleman!" Pharos accepted the gift and nodded solemnly.

"Be careful! This thing costs 600 runes each! If you accidentally touch it, you'll have to pay me back, understand?"

"Okay..." Pharos silently retracted his praise. "Oh, by the way, what constitutes an abnormality?"

Odegaard recalled what had happened the night before and immediately shuddered:

"That damn woman is completely charred, and she has four huge tentacles growing from her back! She's preying on men, and we suspect it's to heal her injuries. If you find her, just let me know."

"Predation has resumed?" Pharos's face darkened, and he became anxious.

……

She was dressed in formal attire, with a coat draped over her shoulders, and her long, straight black hair flowed freely in the wind.

Ever since my father was sent to death row.

Serena was thus forced to shoulder the responsibility of portraying the Moretti family to the outside world.

"Miss, it's confirmed. This is the beer hall where Mr. Victor disappeared."

A female assistant, also dressed in a three-piece suit but without a coat, was reporting to Serena from beside her, holding a list.

Both women appeared to be tall and slender.

His expression is the Moretti family's ancestral poker face.

"Who else was there at the time?" Serena asked.

"This shop was originally the place where the Moretti family held secret gatherings. The list is on this shop. Also missing was a mage, who was the owner of this shop."

"No signs of combat, which means there's a gap in combat strength? How strong is that curator?" Serena carefully scanned the beer hall, noting down every detail, before leaving the shop.

"Yes, the curator is a retired soldier who participated in the colonial war, but he was injured in the arm and leg, so his fighting ability is not as good as yours, Miss." The female assistant followed closely behind.

As the two tall women stepped out of the beer hall, a cool breeze blew in their faces.

The northern part of the empire has always had a temperate climate with cool summers and even cooler winters.

In summer, besides the humid heat brought by the southeast monsoon, there are also occasional cool northerly winds.

Just then, Serena's eyes flashed with malice.

A dark figure swooped down from the rooftop into the night.

She swiftly pulled the silver wolf-head greatsword leaning against the brick wall.

He gripped the sword with both hands, turned abruptly, and swung it upwards in the night, engaging in close combat.

"Clang..." The sound of the blades clashing reverberated through the air, and the collision of steel sparked bright flames.

The collision generated tremendous force, forcing Serena to turn around again to dissipate the impact, her black hair and coat fluttering with her agile figure.

"Who!" the female assistant shouted angrily.

She was well-trained and immediately pulled a pistol from her armpit holster and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A flash of light, and bullets flew out.

The shadowy figure reacted with lightning speed, staggering to dodge the incoming bullet. He seemed somewhat taken aback and hurriedly said:

"Ah? Wait...wait a minute! Miss Serena...it's me!"

Just as the female assistant was about to fire the second shot, the young lady suddenly reached out and pressed her down.

Serena frowned, her beautiful brows furrowing in disbelief. "Pharos?" she asked.

She picked up the lantern and shone it on the shadow, and sure enough, it revealed the appearance of a young man with brown hair.

"It's me...it's me..."

Pharos sheathed his sword, raised his hands, and surrendered.

It was too dark for the female assistant to recognize the young man. She angrily shouted, "How dare you assassinate Miss! Who sent you?!"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding..." Farosto was immediately drenched in sweat.

At first, he saw a sensitive figure on the tower—Miss Serena.

Coincidentally, Vanessa, whom Pharos saw, also had Serena's face, and he approached her on a whim.

As it was too dark, all that could be seen was Miss Serena, who was completely black, with something swaying behind her, which matched Odegaard's description perfectly.

They should have just thrown the crystal, but 600 runes was really expensive, so Pharos wanted to check it up close.

To ensure his safety, he decided to strike first and went straight for A.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that it wasn't a tentacle at all, but rather Miss Serena's black wool coat.

"Miss Serena, if you're cold, can't you just put on some clothes properly? Wearing them like that on your shoulders is likely to cause misunderstandings..." Pharos thought to himself, speechless.

He immediately explained the situation.

"So, did you mistake me for a wanted criminal? Or are you just unhappy with me and want to kill me?" Serena pursed her lips, her eyes narrowed, and her gaze turned cold, clearly displeased.

Hey! Miss Serena, what's with that resentful look in your eyes?

"No! That's not how it is..." Pharos bared his teeth.

Serena stared at Pharos for a moment upon hearing this, then her gaze shifted to the silver and purple sword:

"I think it's not a case of mistaken identity, but rather that Mr. Pharos, now that he's become the 'Holy Sword Wielder,' is eager to show off. Do you really think I can't beat you?"

As she spoke, Serena deliberately moved the silver wolf-head greatsword forward half an inch.

"Miss Serena, I really have mistaken you for someone else!" A bead of cold sweat trickled down Pharos's forehead.

"Did you mistake me for someone else? Or are you trying to use this opportunity to strike up a conversation? I must say, Mr. Faros, your skills in pursuing girls are really terrible." Serena's gaze shifted back.

Her face remained cold, but a very subtle twitch appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She was actually trying not to laugh.

Almost forgot, this lady is a real schemer, and she's quite sharp-tongued... In an instant, Pharos understood Miss Serena's micro-expressions.

He guessed that Serena was using this opportunity to make trouble and get back at the embarrassment she had caused when she apologized at Corleone's house that day.

Pharos exhaled a breath of stale air and bowed apologetically: "I'm very sorry for my mistake..."

Serena nodded slightly, her cold expression vanishing, replaced by a subtle, playful one, as she said:

"So, why do you see my face in the face of a wanted criminal?"

"Ah, this!" Pharos's heart skipped a beat. "Ahem, um... coincidence... coincidence, yes! Coincidence!"

Damn, we almost had a huge conversation… He grinned awkwardly, his cheeks slightly flushed.

Fortunately, it was nighttime, so the blushing wasn't so obvious.

Fortunately, Serena was unaware of the wanted criminal's abilities.

Miss Crow was standing to the side, laughing so hard she almost choked.

"Hahahaha... Pharos, I really didn't want to mock you, but... I really... I just couldn't help it..."

Immediately, Pharos hardened, and his fist hardened.