Becoming a god starts with enhancing fire arrows.

The three of them stayed in the room for a while, and Rhodes felt an emptiness in his stomach.

Then I realized that I haven't eaten a single meal since last night.

"Come on, let's go out and eat, stop standing there."

"Still the Griffin Tavern?" Paril asked, blinking her big eyes.

"No," Rhodes shook his head. "Let's go to the Silver Goblet."

Silver Glass is the most luxurious restaurant in Phil town, and of course, the prices are not very affordable. Generally, only the wealthy people in the town will patronize it.

Rhodes understood this after experiencing a life-or-death situation once.

Adventurers can't approach their journey with the same mindset of saving money they had before.

Eat and spend as you please. Since we don't know if we'll be back alive from the next battle, we might as well enjoy every day as if it were our last.

I've been working like a dog in the jungle these past few days, can't I at least treat myself to a nice meal?

Rhodes did a quick calculation and found that after deducting the necessary expenses for purchasing equipment, there should still be a lot of money left over.

He patted his bulging money bag and beckoned the little priest and the great elf to go out.

"Yay! Silver goblet~ Silver goblet~" Paril cheered, jumping up and down.

She had passed by the Silver Glass Restaurant before and was attracted by the occasional aroma wafting from it, but Rhodes never mentioned it, and she didn't dare to go in.

This time, my wish finally came true.

Avira, on the other hand, raised her head, striking a pose that said, "I should have been eating at such a high-class restaurant a long time ago" and "This is more in line with my status."

And she gave the uncultured Paris a disdainful look.

Ha, little brat.

......

Silver Glass Restaurant is not a grand and luxurious establishment, but rather a small and exquisite restaurant.

Rhodes understood that this was targeting high-end, regular customers, much like a Michelin-starred restaurant in a back alley.

After all, most residents of the town can hardly afford a meal here, resulting in low visitor traffic, so expanding the site is really useless.

The three of them chatted and laughed all the way to the entrance of the Silver Wine Cup.

The main gate was a gleaming walnut door, with an exquisite sterling silver wine glass sign hanging above it.

Rhodes was the first to push open the wooden door, and a fresh scent of herbs wafted out.

The fireplace across the way was burning, and the crackling sound of the wood was clearly audible in the dining room.

The restaurant is bright, and although the interior space is not large, all the decorations show thoughtfulness.

There were only four or five square tables in total, and each table was spaced far apart.

The walls are cream-colored, and several small oil paintings hang on the right.

In the corner stood two solid wood wine cabinets side by side.

Further to the right is a square wooden window. The sunlight from the setting sun outside and the kerosene lamp inside reflect onto the table, illuminating the thick porcelain plate and the heavy sterling silver cutlery.

A middle-aged man dressed in a neat vest and white shirt walked over with a smile when he saw that there were customers today, and introduced the dishes for the day.

Avira's eyes crinkled into crescents, her lips curved into a smile, and she looked around, seemingly quite satisfied with the place.

Seeing how enthusiastic she was, Rhodes simply waved his hand and said, "You can order."

Avira began elegantly: "A serving of lamb ribs, mill bread with butter, pan-seared cod fillet with creamy mushroom sauce, pan-seared foie gras with fig sauce, clove-stewed red lentils with dried sausage, and a special sea salt cream cheese."

"The wine must be a red wine from a winery in the Parsons region."

"For dessert, just order three of your restaurant's most signature dishes."

Seeing the other person's elegant demeanor and distinctive elf ears, the waiter became even more respectful.

The opening wine was served quickly, accompanied by three silver glasses.

The wine glass is not made entirely of pure silver, but rather has a crystal-clear body paired with a slender pure silver stem and base, reflecting a luster under the light.

"Can I have a drink? Just one glass."

"Please, Rhodes," Paril pleaded pitifully, gesturing with her thumb and forefinger to indicate the height of the fine wine glass.

"Just have fun today, don't drink too much," Rhodes replied generously.

Paril happily picked up her glass and downed it in one gulp.

Then he smacked his lips, as if savoring the memory.

Avira, on the other hand, was much more elegant, swirling her wine glass, her lips looking as if stained with blood.

She pinched the stem of the glass with two fingers, took a small sip, and then nodded slightly, barely acknowledging the quality of the wine.

The waiter came over carrying a tray.

Each person was placed on a hollowed-out, bowl-shaped hard bread before the various dishes were slowly served.

"What's this for?" Paril asked curiously, poking at the hard bread with her fork.

"It's for you to use as a bowl. The upper-class nobles believe that using this kind of bread as tableware is a way to show off their status."

Rhodes came from a marquisate and was familiar with these things, but from a modern perspective, he didn't understand what luxury meant.

I don't understand, but I respect it.

The waiters served quietly throughout, bringing out the dishes one by one.

The dishes may not have a fancy appearance, but they are made with the best local ingredients and taste amazing.

Rhodes cut a piece of sausage and savored it.

I remember watching a historical documentary that mentioned that in ancient times, due to the lack of seasonings, the taste of food was much worse than that of modern food.

But perhaps because this is a magical world, the dishes tasted far superior to those in high-end, trendy Western restaurants.

Rhodes and Paris quickly finished their dinner, prompting Avira to complain, "You ate too fast! How can you appreciate the true flavor of the ingredients like that?"

"Crude humans."

Rhodes swirled his wine glass: "Whether it's fried or soupy, it's all about eating it while it's hot."

"The taste will be completely different once these things cool down, so eating them quickly is actually a sign of respect for the food."

"Surely the elegant elf doesn't know this?"

Avira was taken aback.

My throat felt like it was choking me, and I was momentarily speechless. I wanted to refute, but I felt that what the other person said made a lot of sense.

So she forcefully cut off a piece of fried lamb chop and chewed it fiercely.

Rhodes was very pleased with Avira's expression.

I opened the panel without thinking.

Please select a skill enhancement direction.

【Sword Song - Moonlight Resonance (Epic): Sword Song imbues weapons with moonlight, increasing their power; undead creatures have difficulty immunity to it】

[Fire Arrow - Silent Explosion (Rare): The Fire Arrow explodes silently]

[Flame Arrow - Explosion Amplification (Normal): Increases the explosion radius and intensity of Flame Arrows]

Let's do it then.

Rhodes wanted to continue upgrading Fire Arrow, as he was somewhat averse to close combat, but unfortunately, he didn't get the enhancement he wanted.

The Flame Arrow is currently in a somewhat awkward position.

The main problem is the lack of a system of its own: it lacks the range to engage enemies at long range, and it suffers shock damage when it tries to self-destruct.

However, the name "Moonlight Resonance" for this Sword Song sounds very elegant, and given that it's an epic enhancement, its strength shouldn't be weak.

[Next enhancement requires 20/600 Life Essence]

600?

Why are they going up by 100 now?

This means that each reinforcement is more difficult.

However, the quality of the enhancements I get each time I refresh the page keeps getting higher. I remember the first time I enhanced a Flame Arrow, it was only normal, but now I can occasionally get epic enhancements.

Rhodes tried to console himself.