My magic panel is too numerical.

So... Detective Simon had already noticed all along?

However, upon closer examination, it makes sense.

First, young people in the eastern part of Chenxi Town are unable to get ahead, working hours have skyrocketed, and they are unemployed as soon as they graduate. In addition to the already high employment pressure, Chenxi Town is also trying to absorb "salary workers". It is only a matter of time before this pressure cooker explodes.

Secondly, the detective must have guessed something before he was killed by the white giant.

This guess led him to conclude that Dawn Town would undergo a major change ahead of schedule.

So, the reason Detective Simon didn't tell me was that he wanted things to escalate, to provide an opportunity for things to become chaotic, so that Miss Chris could leave Dawntown...

That's really sneaky...

Unfortunately, Detective Simon didn't suspect that those behind the scenes were there to kill Miss Chris, or perhaps he thought Chris was capable of fighting off those who came to kill her...

Pharos's brain began to work at high speed, with all sorts of guesses constantly surfacing in his mind.

It matches! It matches perfectly!

He now deeply regrets not having eaten Simon's soul.

Otherwise, we could learn what Detective Simon was really thinking.

The only person with a god's-eye view got killed off right away, and he was a riddle-maker too. Is this what the treatment of a prophet is like... Pharos couldn't help but complain.

Just as I was thinking this, the door to the room was slowly pushed open.

Eileen, wearing a white dress, walked in carrying a glass of water.

The brother and sister stared at each other blankly for two seconds.

Suddenly, Eileen lost her grip, and the glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Good morning, Eileen." Seeing that there was a slight awkward silence, Pharos took the initiative to greet her.

Eileen's eyes instantly welled up with tears. She staggered and leaped into her brother's arms, crying, "Brother...you're finally awake..."

"Wait, wait... just a minute, Eileen, my injury... it's not healed yet..."

"It's a lie! The doctor said your injuries are nothing, but...but..." Eileen choked back tears, which instantly soaked the bandages on Pharos's body. "They said you might not wake up..."

She started crying as she spoke.

Seemingly having heard the commotion, Uncle Anthony and Aunt Anna rushed in as well.

Seeing that Pharos was unharmed, he couldn't help but tear up.

"So they're all here..." Pharos exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle? Aunt? Eileen? What are you all doing here?"

"Oh God, what are you saying! My nephew, you almost became a vegetable, how could I... how could I leave you here..." Anthony's words were somewhat incoherent.

He was very emotional, as if his heart, which had been hanging in suspense for a long time, had finally settled down.

"Pharos, if something happens to you, how am I supposed to face your dead mother..." Aunt Anna covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

"Back then... when my older brother entrusted you to me, he only hoped that you could grow up safely. But when I found out... that you almost became a vegetable to save me, I really couldn't forgive myself." Anthony revealed the bitterness of a middle-aged man.

"Hey~ Uncle Anthony, don't cry, it's so unlike you..." Pharos wasn't very good at handling this kind of situation, so he quickly teased, "Shouldn't you say, 'Come on, let me see who's awake? Oh! It's our great detective!'"

"Heh~" Uncle Anthony finally held back his tears and forced a smile, "Oh dear, but why do I feel like my great detective might have to change careers?"

"Yes, yes, you secretly became a magician behind our backs. Should we call you High Priest or Father from now on?" Aunt Anna sniffed and picked up the conversation perfectly.

"what?"

What priest? What priest? I don't know anything about that. Pharos didn't quite understand and paused for a moment.

"Bishop Byron just spoke with us. He said that once you wake up, he will formally invite you to join the Church of Castile and become a full-fledged priest." Aunt Anna still had tears in her eyes, but she was already smiling sweetly.

"Oh, this is a dream job," Uncle Anthony said, rolling his eyes. "Oh, I'm so envious."

Pharos's expression froze, his face immediately filled with question marks.

…………

Hospital, washroom.

The fairly spacious washroom was so enveloped in the smell of smoke that it was impossible to detect any other odors.

After confirming that no one was in the restroom, Pharos seized the opportunity to question Miss Raven, saying, "Miss Raven, what's going on here?"

Miss Crow recalled:

"Oh, here's what happened. The news that you and Miss Serena captured the wanted criminal while you were unconscious has spread. Many magic universities have even offered Miss Serena a guaranteed admission spot because of this."

"A guaranteed admission to the Magic University!" Pharos's eyes lit up instantly. "What about me?"

"And you..." Miss Raven seemed hesitant to speak, "you have once again gained the attention of that bishop."

"No way? What use would I have for his attention? I'm not going to join the church..." Pharos frowned deeply, his brows furrowing into a deep frown, and asked again to confirm, "Really... not a single one?"

"What you said... is absolutely right," Miss Crow said, looking troubled.

"This is like a bolt from the blue!" Pharos exclaimed in shock. "That can't be! I was the one who killed the wanted criminal Vanessa! Why didn't I get a guaranteed admission spot?"

"Sigh," Miss Raven sighed, "Pharos, what's your specialty?"

"A powerful 'spirit'?" Pharos thought back carefully.

"To be precise! It's a special kind of 'spirit'!" Miss Crow corrected.

"Is there any difference?" Pharos asked, puzzled.

"Of course, open the panel and take a look." With that, Miss Raven leaned closer to Pharos.

Touch the black feathers.

A panel pops up.

Pharos was instantly flooded with comments about the enhancement skills Miss Serena had used during the previous battle.

After observing, Pharos gained some proficiency.

It seems that the Holy Sword Wielders strengthen themselves in all aspects before battle... Pharos realized this and continued reading.

[Charm +3, Custom Points +3]

[Note: You have slain a powerful being, gaining some fame in Dawn Town and receiving the Church's approval. Charisma +3. Charisma effects: Increases attraction to the opposite sex, increases leadership charisma among same-sex individuals, and reduces the effectiveness of illusion and control magic by 20%.]

Available Points: 3

【灵：理智1；精神1/1；灵魂11（6）】

[Intelligence: Language 2; Knowledge 2; Skills 10]

[Body: Strength 3; Agility 2; Charisma 4]

[Prayer: Element 0; Prayer 1; Response 0]

In addition to the naturally grown Charisma points, Pharos noticed a change in the Soul points.

"Miss Raven, what's wrong with my soul?" Pharos raised an eyebrow.

"Your soul is on the verge of being crippled. If it reaches zero, you'll die! Pharos! Brain dead!" Miss Raven scolded.

Pharos frowned, staring blankly at the panel.