My magic panel is too numerical.

Pharos immediately explained again why he was there.

However, Vanessa's abilities were concealed, and the incident was simply explained as a mistake, since the truth was too embarrassing.

After exchanging objectives and intelligence, the female assistant concluded, "It seems we have the same goal."

Her gaze fell upon Serena, seeking instructions from the young lady.

Serena paused for a moment, staring intently at the "Raven" sword in Pharos's hand, as if determined to hold on tight:

"It seems you took advantage of that opportunity to curry favor with that 'Agent' lady, Mr. Holy Sword Master."

Yeah, you traded your old man for it... Pharos thought to himself, "What a hellish joke."

It was clear that Serena was very dissatisfied with Miss Christina.

Pharos didn't dare to respond, avoiding Miss Serena's chilling gaze.

He couldn't afford to offend either of the two women.

Pharos suggested, "Since Miss Serena is fine, the problem lies with the warehouse. Our priority should be rescuing her."

The three of them simultaneously turned their gaze to the warehouse not far away.

It was unusually quiet outside the warehouse.

The warehouse sat forlornly on a flat area not far from the dock.

Surrounded by the sea, Castile boasts the largest port complex in the country. During the Empire's invasions of its colonies, guerrilla pirates frequently attacked the city, and Dawntown was no exception.

This area was once part of the Imperial coastal defense facilities, used as an ammunition depot to store ammunition for coastal artillery. After the Empire ceased its external wars and shifted to a full-scale defensive posture, the warehouse was abandoned and later purchased by the Moretti family.

"There's nothing special about this place." The female assistant walked around the warehouse.

There really was nothing there.

Pharos climbed onto the window and looked around. Apart from some miscellaneous items, there wasn't a single person in sight.

But it was precisely here that wisps of white mist kept drifting out from somewhere nearby.

"That's not right, how could there be nothing there?"

Pharos was certain that there were vengeful spirits here, and that someone had died not long ago.

He then asked, "Miss Serena, have you been here before? Is there a basement here?"

"This is my first time here too," Serena said casually.

Pharos nodded.

The warehouse door wasn't locked, so he pushed the sliding door open forcefully.

Indeed, as Erdgaard observed, it was empty inside, but there were several haystacks and beds made of cloth.

Occasionally, homeless people from the East End will come to seek shelter from the rain.

But there was a strong smell of oil and gunpowder in the warehouse. The young lady and her female assistant frowned involuntarily. It was hard to imagine that homeless people would live here.

Moonlight streamed through the broken window, dimly illuminating the surroundings.

After searching for a while, Pharos finally found the source of the white mist.

He found it... He was somewhat delighted. Before him was the entrance to a basement covered by sheet metal.

White mist rises continuously from here, making it extremely difficult to spot at night.

"Here!" Pharos shook his two helpers over and lifted the metal sheet.

Suddenly, a musty smell wafted out from underground.

The female assistant frowned and gave Faros a hostile look.

"Are you kidding me? It's so dark down there... how could anyone be there?"

Pharos was also taken aback.

The basement was dark and damp, with dim moonlight filtering through, revealing moss on the walls, indicating that it had been abandoned for a long time.

If the wall ventilation is not done well, there may even be harmful gases inside.

"You're not planning to lure us down here and kill the young lady, are you?" the female assistant said coldly.

The suspicion was not without merit. Pharos sighed slowly, unsure how to explain.

Whether it was his spiritual intuition or the increasingly thick fog around him, he was certain that there was something wrong with this basement.

"I'll go down and check... I think they're down there." Pharos gripped his sword hilt, closed his eyes, and focused intently. "Eye of the Storm!"

With a gentle touch, a ray of emerald light instantly appeared on his eyes.

He already knows magic? How did he do that...? Serena's eyes widened in surprise.

She remembered that just a week ago, this student, Pharos, was a student who liked to sleep in class.

Could it be that Pharos has been playing dumb all along? Was he a mage a long time ago? But... why was he in such a sorry state that night?

Serena just couldn't understand it.

"You don't need to come down. If I haven't come out in about 5 minutes, call the police." With that, Pharos, holding a cross-shaped sword, walked into the basement.

The female assistant patted Serena on the shoulder and said, "I think this kid is unreliable!"

Serena nodded and said, "I think so too..."

Seeing that the young lady agreed, the female assistant suggested, "Right? This gentleman seems suspicious no matter how you look at him. I don't think it's safe here. Miss Serena, let's go!"

"No, I mean, I also feel that those missing people are down there."

……

Pharos slowly descended the damp, slippery steps.

Fortunately, apart from the earthy and rotten smell, there were no dangerous gases in the basement, and oxygen did not seem scarce.

This indicates that the basement had not been unoccupied for a long time.

The "eye of the storm" helped Pharos see his surroundings clearly.

The surrounding walls are made of red bricks, with a layer of lime plaster on the outside, but the wall layer has cracked and most of it has fallen off.

The crumbling plaster crunched underfoot.

After carefully surveying the area, Pharos couldn't help but look disappointed; there was nothing around him except for the chilling white mist.

The basement was only about 40 square meters and was completely empty except for a bed covered in moss in one corner.

Let alone a hundred missing people, you probably couldn't even fit a dozen or so.

"So I guessed wrong after all?"

"Let's check if there are any secret passages or anything." Miss Crow flew around and inspected the area.

Pharos nodded, and he walked along the wall, tapping as he went.

A moment later, he touched something cold and hard near the bed.

"What is this?"

It's so dark I can't see anything... Pharos raised an eyebrow. There's something in the "eye of the storm" that I can't see?

"It's like a piece of glass," Miss Raven said.

Glass?

Pharos felt in his pants pocket and pulled out a matchbox.

With a hiss, he struck a match.

Suddenly, two light sources flickered in the dimly lit basement.

No wonder the 'eye of the storm' is so dark; if the mirror doesn't reflect light, it must be pure black.

"Miss Raven, is there a secret passage behind the mirror?" Pharos asked. "Why don't you fly over and take a look?"

"Let me see..." Miss Raven, being a "spirit," passed through the wall and came out again.

She said regretfully, "It seems not..."

"No..." Pharos frowned deeply.

He ignored the mirror and continued his inspection of the basement, carefully checking every corner.

A moment later, she was back in front of the mirror.

Wait a minute, the "spirit's" premonition is definitely in this basement... This is something Pharos is very certain of.

“I still think there’s something wrong with the mirror,” Farrow said. “A bed and a mirror—there are only two things in this basement, but they seem to be different.”

Miss Crow asked, puzzled, "How is it different?"

"The bed is covered in moss, clearly abandoned for a long time, but..." Pharos said, carefully examining the mirror, "this mirror is brand new."

"That makes sense!" Miss Crow agreed.

"Miss Raven, is there any magic that can turn a mirror into a passage or something?" Pharos asked.