My magic panel is too numerical.

Of course, Pharos would never waste food; he would always finish every single grain of rice in his bowl, and the vengeful spirits were the same.

Since we've come all the way to a hospital in a big city, how can we not eat something good?

He touched Miss Crow and opened the panel.

This time, Pharos chose to put all his skill points into Spirit.

[Spirit +3, Custom Points -3]

【灵：理智1；精神4/4；灵魂11（6）】

[Note: Despite being blessed by the "Heavenly Prayer God" and not lacking in energy, you greedily continue to strive for more... Well, you have a good idea! Be careful of insomnia if your energy is too high.]

Previously, Pharos chose to relentlessly pursue the lottery.

To a large extent, this is because after receiving the favor of the "Heavenly Prayer God," one's mental recovery speed is quite remarkable, and vengeful spirits rarely come in groups, often hiding in nooks and crannies.

Indeed, this is true; winning a lottery is the fastest way to become stronger.

Although mages frequently die in hospitals in big cities, there are resident clergy to handle the cases, so it's unlikely that the deaths will accumulate.

Today, however, Castile Hospital seems different; the pervasive mist suggests that many vengeful spirits have accumulated here.

"Why is the fog so thick today? There seem to be quite a few vengeful spirits," Pharos asked.

Miss Raven explained, "Have you forgotten? When Dawn broke out, Castile mobilized many priests there. The vengeful spirits in the hospital couldn't be dealt with in time, so naturally there were quite a few remnants."

That makes sense... Pharos thought this explanation was quite reasonable.

Without further hesitation, he activated the spell: "Soul Devouring..."

Along the way, Pharos took a stroll around the hospital, stopping at all the places where the white mist was thick, and completed "Soul Devouring" a moment later.

He used it five times in one go.

[Spirit -5, Knowledge +1, Strength +2, Agility +1, Magic +1]

【灵：理智1；精神-1/4；灵魂11（6）】

[Intelligence: Language 2; Knowledge 3; Skills 11]

[Body: Strength 5; Agility 3; Charisma 4]

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

The violet-colored, chaotic, viscous vortex devoured the white vengeful spirits one after another. As the panel size increased rapidly, Pharos once again felt intense muscle soreness.

At the same time, his mental energy was instantly depleted, and he felt an overwhelming surge of exhaustion.

Immediately, Pharos's eyes became bloodshot, his lips turned purple, and his face turned deathly pale.

In retrospect, it was something I did as an unofficial priest.

"Alright, alright, Pharos, if you keep eating, you'll die..." Miss Raven said worriedly.

"Miss Raven, you've grown even bigger..." Pharos glanced at the large black bird, whose body was bigger than his head, and silently grumbled to himself.

"Yeah, I'm so tired..." Pharos stretched and felt a little dizzy. He decided to go back to his hospital bed and get a good night's sleep.

Ward.

My uncle went to handle the discharge procedures, while my aunt and sister, who rarely come to Castile, decided to go shopping on a whim and pick out a place to eat that evening.

But just as I was about to fall asleep, there was a knocking sound at the door.

Damn it... How annoying!

Generous gift of crabs...

Pharos buried his head under the covers, as if trying to escape something.

Just then, Miss Crow rushed through the wall and exclaimed, "It's the little priest Venere, carrying a huge box, and behind him... there's someone quite extraordinary!"

"This is terrible!" Pharos opened his dry eyes and said, "Go in..."

After he finished speaking, the door to the room was pushed open.

"Hehe, good afternoon, Mr. Pharos!" Miss Venere poked her head out from the doorway like a little devil, extending her hand in greeting. "How are you feeling? Is there anything bothering you?"

Pharos answered these questions many times throughout the afternoon, and he repeated them again.

"Hmm... I feel very tired, but otherwise I'm okay..."

"Do you know what? Mr. Pharos, you've done a great service!" Venere dragged a large black box directly to the bed, then handed over a letter sealed with wax and feathers attached. "After negotiations, given your status as an unofficial priest, our church has decided to formally invite you to become a priest. This is the treatment you're entitled to."

Pharos took the letter and opened the envelope.

It was a check for 50 runes and a church agreement.

The agreement was exactly the same as the one Christina had given to the unofficial priest at the time.

But the benefits include a monthly salary of 7000 runes, a special admission spot to the Theological Seminary of the University of Castia, a green card for the whole family to immigrate to Castia, and a choice of two out of three items from a black box.

The monthly salary is more of a bonus; the real prizes are university special admission slots and unconventional methods.

Pharos's mouth watered as he looked at the huge array of food.

Which resident of Dawntown wouldn't want to leave Castile?

With a smile, Wiener added, "If you agree, Mr. Pharos, you can go home today to pack your things, and our Castilian Cathedral will arrange new accommodations for you."

"What if... I refuse?" Pharos asked without hesitation.

Instantly, Wiener's lively and charming smile froze on her face, and she was speechless for a long time.

At that moment, a deep male voice came from outside the door. His voice was not loud, but it sounded powerful and resonant. Although his tone was gentle, it gave people an indescribable sense of oppression.

His words revealed the aura of a true leader: "Then, you can still choose an item from the black box, as well as your bounty. As for how to distribute it, you'll have to discuss that with Miss Serena."

The man walked heavily into the ward.

With well-defined features and a strong face shape, his eyes and brows are slightly narrow, giving him an exceptionally sharp look. His double chin paired with a neatly groomed stubble makes him look particularly sexy.

He wore a white priest's robe trimmed with gold, which was more elaborate than any priest's robe Pharos had ever seen, yet it was neither cumbersome nor ornate, as if it were made for battle.

He was very tall and had a very upright posture. His head was touching the ceiling, and he looked to be nearly two meters tall. He had the physique of a Henry Cavill-style macho man.

Of course, the most striking feature of the man was his long, flowing, golden hair, which was smooth and shiny.

Upon seeing the man enter, Vena hurriedly introduced him, "Oh, this gentleman is the famous: the strongest agent of our time, the GOAT of the current beast tamer, the chief agent, the captain of the agent, one of the strongest warriors in the empire, the master of the strongest tamable magical beast, the pride of the Yeren family, and the youngest contender for the next pope... His Excellency Leonard Yeren."

"There's not enough room for all these people," Leon said, his eye twitching slightly as he waved his hand.

It seems this lord still has a sense of shame... Pharos looked at Leon with envy, who had so many titles, thinking that one day he could have just as many titles.

Oh dear, I've learned something! I'll do it like that next time.

In comparison, Miss Christina... is like an ordinary star compared to the dazzling moon.

"Hello... Your Excellency Leonardo!" Pharos said with utmost respect.

"This is a good offer. Byron has gone all out. You might consider joining the church," Leon said, trying his best to be gentle, but his voice was so low and deep that it still carried a lot of pressure. He continued:

"But you are free, and no one has the right to interfere with your ideals. The reward in this black box is a personal gift from me, a small compensation for your self-destruction of your soul. You can choose to join the church and take it all, or just take one item. It's up to you."