My magic panel is too numerical.

Upon closer reflection...

That's true, because Pharos himself cannot use magic, and Miss Raven has to do it for him every time he "devours spirits".

Pharos sighed inwardly:

"Alas, the divine favor ceremony is something that can't be sought after. Only by doing well in the graduation exams can one have a chance to obtain a job; otherwise, one will have to become a charlatan in the church."

Upon noticing the approaching figure, Miss Serena stopped swinging her sword.

Her forehead was sweaty, and a few strands of hair clung to her temples and cheeks. The hilt of the longsword in her hand was inlaid with a bright silver wolf head, and the blade had a blood groove engraved with runes.

Good morning, Miss Serena.

"Good morning, Pharos. Did you sleep well?"

"Thanks to you, I slept very well."

"No, it's all thanks to you. Thank you and Detective Simon for saving my brother." Miss Serena planted her sword in the grass and crossed her legs to complete a standard curtsy.

Upon hearing this, Pharos was taken aback.

"I only provided some minor clues. By the way, how's Enzo doing?"

"It's been found. It's at the Holy Church Hospital now. My grandfather is there too. My father seems to have some other important business to attend to, so I'm expressing my gratitude on their behalf," Miss Serena explained.

"Uh... Ah? So fast?" Pharos and Miss Raven were both stunned.

After repeated confirmation, Pharos learned that the map clues provided yesterday were outrageously accurate.

Enzo Moretti encountered danger on his way back. It is said that he was attacked by the rival mafia outside the city. All his bodyguards were killed, and Enzo barely escaped and was forced to hide in a cave. However, continuous torrential rain caused the cave to collapse, burying him inside.

The same news even reached today's Castile Morning Post, which specifically thanked "Detective Simon and his assistant".

This is tantamount to giving Simon's ghost-hunting detective agency a bad ending, and I'm sure more clients will be coming to their door soon.

How... is this possible? If it's retaliation from a rival gang, what's with that white monster? Is the newspaper covering something up?

One question after another arose, and Pharos felt a chill run down his spine.

The biggest headache was how he was going to explain this to Detective Simon.

Just then, the panel appeared.

[Charm +1, Custom Points +1]

[1 Skill Point Available]

[Body: Strength 2; Agility 0; Charisma 1]

[Note: Congratulations! You've finally made your mark in front of the public. Sometimes, charm and fame are directly proportional.]

"Wow, Pharos, we're one step closer to the magic academy!" Miss Raven hopped happily on Pharos's head.

Pharos looked at the panel with mixed feelings.

Therefore, naturally growing attribute values ​​will receive a custom number of points, while "Spirit Devouring" points will not.

He had figured out the pattern and didn't dwell on it too much.

The breakfast shared with Miss Serena was quite lavish: smoked herring, smoked ham, roasted lamb kidneys, honey oatmeal, pan-fried sole, pan-fried pork chops, thick-cut bacon, Earl Grey tea…

To avoid suspicion, Pharos politely declined to accompany Miss Serena to the Holy Temple Academy, and instead handed Pharos an invitation:

"Invite Farrow and Detective Simon to have dinner at Moretti's house."

Finally, the driver took Pharos home.

At 12 Winchester Street in the East District of Morningtown, the fog is gradually dissipating.

"Let me see who's back. Oh! It's our great detective." Uncle Anthony moved the newspaper in front of him aside.

Anthony Hastings was a respectable clergy lawyer whose main job was to defend employers who violated religious law.

Except for Sundays, there is plenty of time to enjoy a leisurely morning.

My aunt Anna is a fashion designer and she went to work early.

"Where's Eileen? She was preparing to thank us for yesterday's birthday cake; it was delicious." Pharos went inside and looked around, but didn't see his lovely little sister.

"Hmph, the little girl was planning a surprise for you yesterday, but you stood her up. She's still angry and has already gone to school." Uncle Anthony grinned mischievously at Pharos. "How was your date with your girlfriend?"

What girlfriend? Your nephew is going to risk his life.

Pharos thought to himself, then grinned and said, "No, I went ghost hunting with the detective yesterday. Didn't you read the newspaper? It got too late, so I slept at Detective Simon's place."

"Tsk tsk, don't I know you? Look at you, your expression stiffens when you lie, you must have been secretly doing something else."

Uncle Anthony stared with his eyes wide open and saw right through him.

"Hahaha, Pharos, you've finally met your match..." Miss Raven laughed so hard she almost fell over.

Pharos surrendered and was forced to admit that he had gone to the girl's house.

Although he wasn't familiar with the girl.

"Have you had breakfast yet? I saved you a small piece of cake."

"Yeah, I've already eaten and I'm quite full. I have something to do tonight, so I won't be home for dinner."

Uncle Anthony gave him a strange look: "The girl's family is quite wealthy. Did she hook up with a rich woman?"

"She's more than just a rich woman; she's the richest man in Dawn Town, you know?" Pharos thought awkwardly to himself.

Uncle Anthony added, "Also, your aunt asked me to remind you that exams are coming up soon, so focus on your studies. Our family is quite well-off in Dawn Town, so don't put too much pressure on yourself..."

Pharos nodded silently.

…………

As the sun set, Miss Crow, who had been forced to attend classes all day, was utterly dejected.

"Ugh, damn it! When is the next time we get extra credit for the lecture?! Waaah, it's all your fault! You selfish bastard, Pharos! Ugh! Ugh!"

Pharos, on the other hand, was full of energy because William's class was the last one, so he slept soundly all day.

"Don't rush, maybe once we find Detective Simon, we'll have another case to 'devour'."

"Waaah, you're so useless, how could you not be anxious!" Miss Crow flew to Pharos's head and pecked him twice.

Wayne Detective Agency, 21b Buick Street.

From school to home, and then to the detective agency, my life is basically a straight line between three points.

If there is fieldwork, Detective Simon will pay for the carriage.

This allows Pharos to maintain a good sense of relaxation, unlike the fast-paced life he had in his previous life.

How long can this tranquility last?

Pharos thought to himself.

The aroma of caramelized butter mingled with the sizzling scent of wheat, and even the detective agency on the second floor was enveloped in white steam.

Mrs. Rowling's bread is always so warm and rich.

Good afternoon, Pharos.

As soon as he got downstairs, Pharos saw Mrs. Rowling brushing honey on a white board, which was, unsurprisingly, his afternoon tea.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Rowling... um?" Pharos stood in front of the bakery and suddenly felt a sense of unease.

He stared blankly at the detective agency upstairs.

"White gas?" He frowned deeply.

A bakery isn't a steamed bun shop, so where did the white steam come from? A strong premonition suddenly surfaced, just like yesterday.

Could it be... that Detective Simon brought "Spirit" back to the detective agency?