Becoming a god starts with enhancing fire arrows.

Further strengthen!

Rhodes felt that even a second of hesitation was disrespectful to the system.

Please select a skill enhancement direction.

[Flame Arrow - Delayed Explosion (Rare): A flame arrow will explode with a radius of three meters three seconds after it hits the target.]

[Flame Arrow - Increased Target (Normal): Flame Arrow can target one more enemy]

[Random Enhancement (Normal): This time, we will forgo enhancement and instead randomly grant two normal enhancements to skills we already possess.]

Oh?

Is this the legendary, noble AOE?

Rhodes' gaze lingered on the third card for a moment before he chose [Delayed Explosion].

The quality of the random enhancement is a bit low.

If it's a rare rarity, you might hesitate a bit, but two ordinary enhancements are likely not as good as the area damage of a noble one.

[Current Skill Enhancement]

[Next enhancement requires 5/100 Life Essence]

Flame Arrow: [Sharp Penetration] [Mastery] [Delayed Explosion]

Identification Technique: [Weakness Detection]

Looking at the system panel, Rhodes felt much better.

It feels so good to watch yourself get stronger.

If I had used fire arrows of this caliber in the battle just now, I might have even been able to kill the ogres.

Rhodes called to Paril in a lighthearted tone, "Let's go."

Paril quickly stood up.

The most urgent task now is to register as an adventurer in the town.

This way, you can at least earn some income by taking on quests. With that income, you can buy more expensive equipment to improve yourself, thus creating a virtuous cycle.

In terms of missions, it's best to take on more hunting missions to speed up skill upgrades.

The two walked very quickly.

Seeing that Rhodes was in a good mood, Paril's mood also improved.

We chatted casually along the way and soon arrived at the entrance of Phil Town.

A stone-paved road runs through the town.

Although the stone path is uneven, it is clear that it is cleaned regularly.

Rhodes walked along the path, where a low stone archway reinforced with thick logs and iron hoops stood at the street corner.

A wooden sign nailed to an iron nail hangs above the archway.

Phil Town – Sunset District.

According to the original owner's memories, this town was originally established by humans.

After other races rose to power, they wanted to take over this place for themselves.

The former leader of the Adventurers' Guild used his reputation to build a group of powerful adventurers who continuously defended the town and fought against the alien races.

Finally, as the status of the human race declined, so too did the status of the human race decline.

The town of Phil eventually evolved into its current zoning system.

The Sunset Zone is the residential area for humans, while the Sunrise Zone is the dwelling place for other races, and humans are prohibited from entering.

There were no guards at the entrance to the sunset area.

Rhodes led Paril along the cobblestone path without hindrance.

Two rows of houses stand on the left and right.

The architectural style here is square and orderly.

The upper floors are residential buildings with wooden shutters, while the lower floors are mostly shops.

Paril was a little shy, and she tugged at Rhodes's sleeve with her small hand, keeping her head down and not daring to look around.

Rhodes smiled and didn't take it seriously.

Further into the town, the rhythmic clanging of hammers echoed from the blacksmith's shop, with sickles, axes, and other common tools hanging at the entrance.

The bakery wafted an enticing aroma of wheat, and the window was filled with piles of golden round loaves and wheat-colored baguettes.

There were sacks and wooden barrels piled up at the entrance of the grocery store, and it was unclear what was inside them.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street.

Eighty percent of them are human, with the remainder including dwarves, halflings, and tifflins.

"I...I'm hungry," Paril muttered softly beside her.

"What did you say?" Rhodes was a little distracted and didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing..."

......

I strolled around the town again, getting a general idea of ​​its terrain.

Rhodes then led Paril to the tavern.

The tavern is located on the main street and is built of local graystone with a roof covered with thick, dark red terracotta tiles. A griffin pattern hangs at the entrance.

The iron sign reads "Griffin Tavern".

Below is a smaller line of text: "Boasting the best ale in Phil."

Paril's nose twitched, and her eyes instantly brightened.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of stewed meat, the faint smell of burning firewood, and the scent of fermenting wheat.

Rhodes also smelled the aroma in the air, and only then did he feel a pang of hunger.

I was surprised to find myself hungry again, even though I ate quite a bit of snake meat that morning.

He found a seat by the window and began to carefully examine the interior of the tavern.

The space here is open and well-organized.

The heavy oak tables and chairs were arranged in neat rows.

Business didn't seem to be very good. Even though it was lunchtime, most of the tables were empty, with only a few customers scattered around.

A young man with freckles came over to greet us.

Rhodes took the menu, glanced at it, and asked Paril, "What would you like to eat?"

"Meat!" Paril blurted out.

"Then let's have stewed beef, toasted bread, pan-fried lamb chops, roasted asparagus, blueberry pie, a glass of ale, and a glass of apple juice."

Rhodes quickly ordered the food.

Prices here are not expensive; a meal like this would cost less than forty copper coins.

Rhodes touched his pocket; the dozens of silver coins inside gave him a sense of security.

Paril's face was full of defiance. After the waiter left, she protested in a low voice, "I'm an adult now, I want to drink ale too!"

"You're drinking my ass!"

Rhodes rejected her.

Actually, he didn't really like drinking, but as the soul of a nation of foodies, there was no reason not to try the specialties of this otherworldly tavern.

The bread and drinks were served quickly.

After a while, roasted asparagus, pan-fried mutton, and stewed beef were served.

Paril didn't care about the taste and stuffed all sorts of mixed dishes into her mouth.

Rhodes ate much more elegantly.

He picked up a piece of toast and spread butter on it.

Then spread the mashed potatoes from the stewed beef on top, and finally put two pieces of beef on top.

The bread, soaked in the stewed beef broth, was still crispy on the outside, but soft and chewy on the inside.

Rhodes ate a bite of bread and a bite of roasted asparagus, thoroughly enjoying his meal.

Seeing this, Paril was stunned for a moment, and then clumsily imitated his way of eating.

Half an hour later.

Paril was so full she kept burping.

Rhodes called the waiter to settle the bill.

"It's thirty-eight copper coins in total," the freckled young man stated the price.

After counting out thirty-eight coins, Rhodes took out two more copper coins and handed them to the other party.

"I want to ask you something."

The freckled young man accepted the gift with both hands, beaming with joy: "Ask away, I'll answer anything I know."

Rhodes looked around and asked, "Your tavern has excellent food and drinks, a great location on the main street, and reasonable prices."

"Why are there only one or two tables of customers?"

The young man's smile froze on his face, and he asked with some suspicion, "You two aren't local residents?"

Rhodes shook his head: "No, what's wrong?"

The freckled young man smiled somewhat reluctantly as he placed the two extra copper coins on the table.

"I'm sorry, I don't know either. You'd better not ask this question again."

He then turned and left.

Is this considered a piece of advice?

Rhodes stared at the two copper coins on the table, lost in thought.