My magic panel is too numerical.

Miss Crow solemnly explained:

"To understand just how powerful the 'Agent' is, we need to start by understanding the levels of mages. First, mages are divided into 10 levels... from lowest to highest:"

The first level is "Apprentice". After completing the "Divine Blessing Ritual", you will become a Bachelor. Except for those who have just changed jobs, most people who stay at this level are in clerical positions, such as you, Anthony, Serena, and Roman.

Level 2 "Bachelor's Degree" is the minimum required to graduate from a magic university and work in an office. Vanessa, who was injured, was probably at the peak of this level in terms of combat power.

Level 3 "Star Knights" must pass rigorous selection to advance to the frontline combat ranks. At this level, ordinary gunfire is useless; only magic can defeat magic. Examples include Erdgo and Detective Simon, though Simon suffers from obvious post-traumatic stress disorder, meaning his peak was far beyond this level.

The fourth-level "Moon Knight" is Miss Venus's position, but as an agent, I feel that there is some exaggeration in her status.

A level 5 "Sun Knight" can serve as a cardinal, such as Byron. The combat power displayed by that white giant also falls within this range.

Level 6 'Royal Knights', Christina and most of the agents are listed in this category.

Leon is a seventh-level "Divine General," a top-tier figure in the empire.

There are still levels eight to ten ahead, but you can't access them right now...

Miss Crow explained the combat power range in detail.

Strictly speaking, there is no absolute gap between the ranks; it's more like the distinction between Genin, Chunin, and Jonin in the Naruto series.

Each level advancement requires passing an assessment test from one of the Empire's three major powers: the Church, the Academy, or the Army.

"What level of 'demigod' did you mention before?" Pharos asked.

Miss Raven mentioned "demigods" when she was in the library.

"Level 10! 'Demigods'—the rebellion launched by such beings is capable of overthrowing an entire empire. Each of them is a founding-level figure, a true demigod, the kind of powerhouse worthy of being recorded in murals."

"That powerful? Does the Empire have such a figure now?" Pharos was shocked, and he automatically imagined Hercules from Greek mythology.

He's three levels stronger than Leon. Is he even human?

Pharos does indeed know of one way to become a demigod: by gathering the power of all forty-eight demons.

Perhaps only by becoming such a person can one gain weight in conversations with the great figures of the empire.

"Hmm... they're not that powerful, at least they're not truly unrestrained." Miss Raven thought for a moment and said, "However, humanity hasn't produced a demigod in 20 years, and the Empire does indeed need a demigod to keep things in order."

In other words, there are still ways to check and balance demigods in this world.

What could it be?

Is Miss Raven a high-ranking member of the Empire?

After chatting with Miss Raven for a while, Pharos finally relieved his inner pressure.

He was eager to find something else to do, so he began to examine the Azure Silver Blade.

According to Vina, the material of this Azure Silver Blade comes from a magical beast of the same origin as the Shadow Demon Bird, and the "Raven" is made from the beak of the Shadow Demon Bird.

Pharos casually picked up a glass of water that had already cooled down and drank it all in one gulp, then changed the subject with a still trembling voice:

"Speaking of which... Miss Raven, where is my 'Raven'?"

"Miss Chris kept it for you after you fell unconscious," Miss Raven replied.

It seems I'll have to go to the detective agency again tomorrow... Pharos pondered his next move.

Miss Raven said, "By the way! Now that Castile has intervened in Dawntown, isn't the alliance between the gang and the church pointless? Pharos, don't get involved anymore... it's too dangerous!"

"I think quite the opposite. Dawntown needs to unite now. Dawntown is facing not only the White Giants, but also the Armored Legion."

Pharos unconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of his knife, the sharpness of the blade reflecting off his gloomy face.

Just then, a familiar dog barking came from the corridor.

"Hey bro! What are you doing on the ground? Does it hurt anywhere else? Should we call a doctor?"

As soon as Roman entered, he saw Pharos slumped on the ground, covered in sweat, clutching a pale silver blade.

"Roman? What brings you here?" Pharos waved his hand, indicating that he was alright.

"My good brother is in the hospital, of course I had to come and see him! Who was that person who just left? He looked a bit scary. Were you scared by him too?" Roman asked worriedly, holding the limp blue and white dog in his arms.

"I'm fine, what do you mean 'me too'? What just happened?"

"My Ivantino was so scared of that man that she foamed at the mouth. If she doesn't recover, I'll have to get a new dog again... But I've already thought of a name for my next dog, how about 'Missie'?"

"My friend, whatever makes you happy..."

"I won't help you with monster farming..." Pharos said, though his words didn't match his true feelings.

"Let's go out for dinner tonight! I heard you were discharged from the hospital, I made a reservation at the Romano Royal Restaurant! How about a welcome-back dinner?"

Roman put down the big dog and went to help Pharos up.

"But I have plans with my family today."

"That's easy! Let's do it together!" Roman's tone left no room for refusal.

"Okay." Pharos was also looking for something good to calm his nerves.

…………

The sun is setting in the west.

The streets and alleys of Castile are typical of the steam-powered industrial style, and places that were once shadowy during the day are now filled with layers of blue light.

Unlike its predecessor, the main energy source for the internal combustion engine does not come from petroleum, but from the more powerful and enduring combustion of monster cores.

Large cities place small, crystalline particles scattered throughout the streets and alleys. These particles naturally emit a bluish light, creating a beautiful, technologically advanced fluorescent effect.

The famous glowing city is "Moon Shadow City," which is close to the "Sacred Forest," a monster hunting ground, making it extremely convenient for hunting monsters. It is also the largest crystal exporting city.

After the church took over, Castile followed the example of Moonshadow City, filling the area with fluorescent crystals. The strong steam industrial style and neon fluorescent lights created a unique sense of incongruity.

Anthony went ahead to find his wife and daughter.

Roman and Pharos rode in a carriage through the city.

Pharos stared blankly out the window. The neon lights made him feel disoriented for a moment, giving him a strong sense of déjà vu, as if he had returned to the 21st century, to that dazzling night scene in Jiangnan.

"So, your Corleone family didn't participate in organizing this march?" Pharos confirmed.

"To be precise, this is not a demonstration at all. Compared to the large-scale demonstrations of hundreds of thousands of people in big cities like Moonshadow City and Imperial City Rodonia, this is nothing. Moreover, most of the young people in the East District are on strike. The church deliberately exaggerated the seriousness of the matter."

Having learned from his previous experience at the textile factory, Roman made a painful decision by personally visiting the site before making any judgments.

Even on the day his close friend fell into a coma, Roman took the time to go to another factory under an assumed name and experience a day of real overtime work.

From then on, that factory lost one of its family investors.

Young Master Roman's exact words were: "The Corleone family will not sponsor factories where workers work more than 8 hours a day..."