My magic panel is too numerical.

Miss Crow continued:

"Based on this experience, the cost of using 'Raven' each time is 5 soul points as fuel, the kind that's hard to recover. The number in parentheses is your remaining soul points. Unless your soul is really strong and special, you're already brain dead, Pharos!"

Pharos's expression turned serious. A price of 5 points... was indeed a bit too high.

Suddenly he noticed a blind spot.

"But... I can still see you, Miss Raven," he said, puzzled. "And I don't feel anything unusual about my body."

As he spoke, Pharos raised his arms and examined them carefully. The previous signs of black blood disease had not appeared, as if the conversation in the spiritual world had been nothing but empty talk.

The crimson blood vessels that had grown from the burning of the soul also faded away.

Fortunately, the disease is not easily contagious, otherwise the Hastings family would have been in trouble long ago.

Because there were no signs of illness for a long time.

Pharos even doubted whether the conversation deep within his mind was real.

"Whether you can see me or not doesn't depend on the strength of your soul. Don't equate me with ordinary vengeful spirits. I, Miss Raven, was once a truly great being!" Miss Raven puffed out her chest and said proudly. "As for why your soul is special, I don't know... but there must be some reason that made you connect with me."

After hearing what Miss Raven said, Pharos was even more confused and asked, "But what does this have to do with me not getting a guaranteed admission letter?"

"Of course...it's related." Miss Crow sighed.

"Think about it, how did you kill that wanted criminal? By self-destructing your soul! You destroyed your soul, losing even your greatest advantage. Who would want to invest in you then?"

Oh, I see.

Miss Serena's strength lies in every aspect, and in this battle, she proved herself.

After the news spread, it naturally attracted the attention of various magic universities.

Faros, however, was the true hero who killed the wanted criminal.

But in the eyes of the Magic University's admissions office, this was a flash in the pan, a desperate gamble by a young man who risked his life and future to survive.

"Of course, there's another minor reason: Bishop Byron seems to value you highly and even seems to want to try to bring you into the church," Miss Raven added.

"What does this have to do with him?" Pharos raised an eyebrow.

If I remember correctly, he had already refused Bishop Byron's invitation to join the Church once.

Has the other party not given up yet?

"Hey, I'll tell you a secret, when those schools came to recruit, it was Byron who leaked the story about your self-incrimination." Miss Raven lowered her voice dramatically.

"Did I offend him?" Pharos was a little angry.

Miss Crow muttered again, "Of course, I'm telling you this for a bit of my own benefit..."

She was afraid that Pharos would really choose to become a charlatan for the rest of his life because of this incident.

…………

Five hours ago, in the morning.

As an imperial factory city, sunlight could never penetrate the gloom that shrouded the city.

Castile's theme is industry and shipping, with a dim yellow hue that blends the smell of money with the glow of gaslight. Even the famous University of Castile is an academic paradise for "mechanical wizards".

Meanwhile, at the nearby St. Castells train station, the few lights provided only minimal illumination, forcing pedestrians to squint to see the road.

Cardinal Byron, the head of the Castilian church and a distinguished alumnus of the University of Castilian's Theological Seminary, personally led a group of people to wait at the platform.

Through the smoke, the blue eyes of the steam behemoth could be faintly seen.

The train arrived at the station on time, accompanied by the roar of steam and the sound of pressure relief valves. A faint blue light shimmered from the gaps in the steel of the locomotive's front.

This is Warcraft Crystal Energy, the empire's lifeline.

The carriage door slowly opened, and a long, slender leg wearing white over-the-knee boots stepped out first.

The woman in the lead wore a dark blue mage's shawl and a soft sun hat. Her blonde hair was tied in a slightly curled ponytail. She had a graceful figure and a slightly plump body that accentuated her curves, but all her plumpness was in the right places.

She looks to be at the age where she still retains her charm.

She was serious and rarely smiled. A waiter carried a large black suitcase beside her, and several men and women wearing shawls of different colors followed behind her.

"Welcome to Castile, Ms. Skadi Edwards, Head of Admissions at St. Hidden Academy," Byron said, slightly raising his white priest's hat.

Skadi Edwards, the younger sister of the current head of the Edwards family, is also the representative of St. Hidden Academy who came to Castile to inspect students for internal recruitment.

"Auntie? Good morning! Long time no see!" Vina smiled innocently.

"Good morning, Bishop Byron, good morning, Vena." Skadi had exquisite and beautiful features, and was extremely similar to Vena. There was a beauty mark at the corner of her right eye, which made her look more mature and charming. She said in a gentle voice, "How are you doing in Castile, Vena?"

Vena pouted playfully, "Auntie, it's not good that you're here. The church rarely has such a promising talent, and you just take him away like that? We need fresh blood, you know!"

His tone carried a hint of reproach and cunning.

"You've only been in the church for a short time, and you're already siding with outsiders," Skadi rolled her eyes and said jokingly. "Alright, alright, I don't necessarily want to steal people from Castile, but I have to come because of the mission given by the cabinet. Since we're in Vena, why don't you come with me to meet that legendary detective assistant?"

The reason this incident reached the ears of Moonshadow City and other magic university admissions offices was not because the wanted criminal was particularly dangerous, nor because they were genuinely interested in the two students from Dawn Town.

Rather, it's because this wanted criminal is someone personally being hunted down by the chief "agent," Leonardo DiCaprio.

The fact that the wanted criminal "Red Lady" had repeatedly escaped Leon's personal pursuit was a topic of conversation throughout the empire.

This wanted criminal, with a bounty of nearly 50 runes, was jokingly referred to by some who hated the church as "the woman Leon could not have."

As a result, he was captured and killed by two students?

The admissions offices of all the magic universities would come to take a look, including those of the S-class schools, Saint Hidden Academy and Imperial Royal Military Academy.

Of course, this reputation is somewhat exaggerated. Vanessa, the "Red Lady," is not strong in combat, but in stealth.

But at this moment, Wiener looked somewhat troubled, and she said in a low voice, "I'll take you to see the detective's assistant, but... he's in critical condition and may never wake up again."

Upon hearing this, Skadi's expression also darkened.

"Let me see you too." At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a bright red mage's cloak squeezed in from behind. "For the Imperial Royal Military Academy, there is no incurable disease."

The man had strong features, black hair and black eyes, and carried a large sword on his back.

"Welcome, Director Fred!" Wiener said playfully.

Fred is the head of admissions at the Imperial Military Academy, and he and Skadi have a relationship that's so bad they're practically fighting tooth and nail.

Skadi said, "Fred, you rarely come to Castile, why not treat it as a paid vacation? Don't come looking for trouble."

When two people are interested in the same student, they will usually quote a price first. If their prices are the same, or if one party has reached their budget limit but is still unwilling to give up, they will move on to the next step.

They directly used force to snatch students.

That's right, using force.

Two magic professors, who always argue whenever they meet, and then fight after arguing.

They get into fights at least six or seven times a year.

It's all about the familiarity of "I know your strengths and weaknesses, and you know my depths and shallowness."