Becoming a god starts with enhancing fire arrows.

Harvey was stunned.

Whether it's the witch or those people from the "Black Hand" guild who traffic in people, killing them naturally doesn't evoke any guilt.

But I was still somewhat surprised by Rhodes's simple and straightforward approach.

In short: I don't care about this or that, just go straight to the spirit world.

He leaned back in his chair, pinched the bridge of his nose with his right hand, and pondered the feasibility of the plan.

"Oh, my friend. I must say, it's far superior to my plan in terms of both efficiency and profitability."

"But there is a very important prerequisite."

Rhodes continued, "That means the four of us need to have the strength to kill them all."

Harvey remained silent, waiting for his response.

Rhodes smiled, and sparks flew from his fingertips: "I'm more skilled in fire magic."

"It can deal area damage similar to a fireball."

Fireball?

Harvey suddenly sat up straight.

A mage who can master the Fireball spell is at least level three, which is the level of an elite adventurer.

Is this newcomer, who looks even younger than me, a genius who has never participated in guild rating?

"Unfortunately, while I can freely control the blast radius, I can't release it multiple times," Rhodes added.

Harvey was a bard whom I had scouted with my Appraisal skill, and also a genuine adventurer.

Since they were going to fight side by side, Rhodes didn't mind revealing some of his strength.

Admiration flashed in Harvey's eyes.

Is that so?

He traveled across the continent and once saw a very few mages who were particularly obsessed with certain spells.

They dedicated their lives to researching and improving this magic, eventually bringing their achievements to the forefront and making them a legend.

Did this young monk really choose such a diligent and dedicated academic path?

"And me, and me too! I know four skills: Healing, Enhancement, Featherfall, and Tracer Bullet."

Paril excitedly raised her hand.

Ok.

That's about the level of an average trainee pastor.

Harvey nodded and began exchanging his information:

"I am a senior bard certified by the guild, and I have learned a lot of magic while traveling across the continent."

"Whether it's healing, protection, or spells that apply positive or negative status effects, I'm proficient in more complex spells such as Silence, Wind of Protection, and Cloud of Daggers."

"Furthermore, I am a bard from the Yiwen Academy, and I can interrupt an enemy's spellcasting or attack with words during battle."

That sounds like she's incredibly versatile.

Rhodes was somewhat surprised.

In the original owner's mind, bards were always considered a useless, decorative profession, but now it seems they are practically a versatile support on the battlefield.

Moreover, it's at the senior level.

"And one of my teammates, Clint, is out and hasn't come back."

"My profession is a soldier, and I just passed the senior-level assessment."

"This guy usually puts all his effort into building up his muscles, so he doesn't have any fancy skills, but his combat ability is outstanding."

Harvey shrugged.

got it.

Rhodes nodded.

Warriors don't need fancy moves; a barrage of basic attacks is enough to scare enemy ranged classes to tears.

After Harvey gave his introduction, he used his years of combat experience to mentally analyze the strength of the team.

A tanky and powerful warrior, a versatile support character, high-level fire area damage, and a priest to ensure survivability.

With this lineup and meticulous planning, killing Rot Tongue Hagra doesn't seem too difficult.

Rhodes' idea was simpler.

At worst, I can use a magic potion to heal myself, stick fire arrows all over my body, and then give the witch a close hug.

This is the meaning of our shared destiny with Heaven and Earth.

After briefly discussing some mission details, the two sides decided to meet outside the town two days later and then said goodbye.

After seeing Harvey off, Rhodes noticed that Paril was somewhat agitated.

Only then did he begin to examine the girl.

After indulging in food and drink these past few days, Paril's complexion and energy have noticeably improved.

Apart from still being a bit thin, she's basically no different from an ordinary girl.

She wore a soft, off-white linen blouse underneath, the loose round neck revealing her snow-white neck, below which lay a slightly raised plain.

He was wearing a slightly loose loungewear robe over his clothes.

The robe hung down, covering half of her thighs, the exposed part resembling tender willow buds in early spring, delicate yet beautiful.

She wore thin socks and brown loafers made of soft leather.

Pity.

Rhodes sighed inwardly.

He knew that there were differing opinions on the aesthetics of legs in modern times, with many people liking this slender and delicate look.

But as a seasoned foodie...

I prefer legs that are slightly fuller and have a bit of flesh.

This not only looks good, but also feels great to the touch.

Paril was very close, and Rhodes could clearly smell the fresh scent of soap on her body.

The girl's face was flushed with excitement, and her bright blue eyes were blinking as she stared at him.

Rhodes licked his lips, pulling his thoughts back on track.

Ok.

The young priest, who used to fight alongside me and only did logistical work, suddenly had the chance to go to the battlefield, and he couldn't help but smile.

Rhodes suddenly remembered something and asked, "Have you been consistently practicing meditation lately?"

Paril nodded seriously: "Yes, but I didn't learn any new skills."

Rhodes grunted in response.

It may still require the accumulation of knowledge.

When I have time, I'll find some books to force her to study for a while every day, and then give her a fixed test and a random check every week.

If you then set a daily meditation time limit, becoming a legendary pastor is just around the corner.

......

The trading hall on the second floor of the Adventurers' Guild.

A noisy commotion came from the counter at the metal recycling station.

They were a man and a woman dressed as adventurers.

Clutching a large bag of herbs tightly, he was having a heated argument with the staff.

"We've submitted plenty of dagger root and iris flowers before, and the price has never changed. Why are you starting to lower the price today?"

"Do you think we're easy to fool, new adventurers?"

The staff member sounded impatient: "I've explained it to you four times already."

"The guild is currently facing a shortage of alchemists, and there is an oversupply of alchemy materials."

"Is it understandable that the price is low because of the large quantity?"

The female adventurer was even more dissatisfied: "I understand, but we've always had this price before. Why are you trying to lower the price today?"

The staff member took a deep breath, trying to remain calm:

"I've explained this to you five times already..."

"etc."

The male adventurer interrupted, "You say you're driving down prices because you've hoarded too much? What about my gnoll ear?"

"Won't the company stockpile too much of this stuff?"

The staff's eyes lit up.

Gnoll ears are an important ingredient in the production of Oil of Speed.

But then he frowned slightly: "Adventurers usually sell them in pairs, why are you only selling one?"

"So what?" the male adventurer said.

"We were lucky to find this. Who says you can't sell things you find?"

"Of course." The staff member nodded: "The gnoll ears are the normal price, 75 copper coins each."

Their eyes lit up.

That gnoll's ear was almost as big as that whole bag of herbs.

The female adventurer seemed to have thought of something, pointed her finger at the staff member's nose, and her tone became aggressive again:

"Then why don't the gnolls lower their prices, but the herbs have to?"

"Do you think we're easy to fool, new adventurers?"

"I'm telling you, we..."

The staff were helpless.

Just then.

He saw two adventurers approaching from his colleague's side.

The man took out a small package: "Hello, we sell gnoll ears."

As he spoke, he opened the package.

It was full of gnoll ears.