Becoming a god starts with enhancing fire arrows.

The following morning.

There are eight days left until the allied forces attack.

Perhaps due to the exhaustion from the previous day's battle, Rhodes went to sleep around 7 or 8 p.m. and didn't get up until almost noon.

My head feels dizzy and lightheaded, and I feel lightheaded.

He yawned forcefully.

I still feel so sleepy...

Paril slept soundly with her head covered, just like always.

Rhodes didn't want to bother her, and thought he'd go shopping first and then bring back some food.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened, Paril poked her head out from under the covers and insisted on going with Rhodes.

This guy is really like a dog.

Rhodes silently grumbled to himself before heading out with Paril.

The Adventurers' Guild's shop is located on the street facing the guild hall, at the corner of a crossroads.

It is a large building with two doors, one on the west side and one on the south side, both open at the same time, facing different streets.

Business is booming, perhaps because of the recent goblin attacks.

The shop belongs to the guild, but it's not just for adventurers; however, adventurers of higher levels can enjoy greater discounts here.

Rhodes and Paris entered the store.

The shop is spacious, with armor and shields hanging on the left wall and a row of neatly arranged weapon racks below.

The sales staff were gently placing a long sword on the shelf.

On the right is a long row of glass counters.

The counter was filled with potions and elixirs covered with labels.

The shop was sparsely populated with people, and the noise was somewhat loud.

The tall waitress in charge of reception saw someone enter and went to greet them. Her eyes subconsciously glanced at Rhodes' chest area, and then she paused for a moment.

His gaze moved upwards to examine the other person's face, then he looked down at the badge on his chest again, and a respectful smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Respected elite adventurers, you two look unfamiliar. Is this your first time visiting the guild shop?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it still attracted the attention of several people around her.

They immediately looked away and stopped their rude staring when they saw the badge the young man was wearing.

Rhodes didn't deny it, nodding: "It is indeed our first time here."

The waitress glanced furtively at Rhodes' face again, bowed, and gestured for him to proceed: "Please come with me to register. After we confirm your adventurer status, I will take you directly to the second floor."

"What's the second floor for?" Rhodes asked, puzzled.

The waitress explained softly, "The second floor is a special area for VIP customers. Most of the equipment and medicines there are of higher quality than those downstairs, and of course, they are also more expensive."

"Okay." Rhodes and Paris followed the waiter to complete the registration process.

I just used my appraisal skill to check a few pieces of equipment, and they were all of ordinary quality, meant for general adventurers or guards.

There should be quite a few rare items on the second floor, and maybe even one or two epic-level items.

Rhodes subconsciously touched his purse, which contained all his belongings.

This includes the money Sam earned from selling the Necromancer's Staff, the money he occasionally earned from taking on Adventurers' Guild quests, and his savings from before that.

A total of nine gold coins and fifty-three silver coins.

Buying a suitable epic item might be difficult, but rare items are still affordable.

The waitress was quick and efficient, and soon completed the registration process before leading the two to the stairs leading to the second floor.

I could hear the argument from the second floor from the stairs.

It was a deep voice, tinged with a hint of age:

"You promised me a month ago that what you were building would be finished today, but now I urgently need it and you can't produce it?"

"What were you doing, holding onto my magic mark as collateral for a month?"

"Who's going to compensate me for delaying my urgent business? Huh? I need an explanation today!"

"What's going on?" Rhodes asked the waitress in a low voice.

The waitress carefully chose her words and replied in a low voice, "As far as I know, the one above is Mr. Barnaby, the town's elite mage."

"He is both an adventurer and a magic instructor who teaches magic to students in the town."

"The reason I'm angry is because I wanted to have a suitable staff crafted at the guild shop, using the magic engravings I drew as collateral, but the staff still isn't finished by today, the delivery date..."

Oh, I see. The merchant is fully responsible.

Rhodes knew that Magic Marks were a relatively rare blueprint that could be used for meditation by magic-based classes.

It is usually inscribed on specific alchemical materials by exceptionally talented mages to enhance the effects of meditation.

I've heard that some master-drawn magic engravings can multiply the meditation efficiency of ordinary magic-based classes several times over.

Unfortunately, he had poor talent since childhood, and meditation was not very effective, so the original owner never paid attention to such things.

Maybe we can get a magic mark for Paril to use. She's already incredibly talented, so it might have some amazing effects after she uses it.

Rhodes thought to himself as he was led to the second floor by the waitress.

The facilities upstairs and downstairs are similar, except that the equipment is not as densely packed, making the activity space seem much larger.

In the center of the second floor was a long wooden table that had been polished to a shine. Standing in front of the table was a middle-aged man with a balding head and many wrinkles around his eyes.

He wore a black magic robe, with the same elite adventurer badge pinned to his chest as he did.

Standing next to the bald man were three young mage apprentices, two women and one man.

At this moment, he dared not breathe loudly, following behind Barnaby with his head down, not daring to utter a sound.

Rhodes immediately recognized them as the trio of mages who had purchased the Disruption Bracelet during the Adventurer's Simulation Combat Test.

They all looked like they were dressed as apprentice monks.

Why were none of them rated as apprentice mages?

On the other side of the wooden table was a middle-aged staff member who said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, sir. According to the craftsmen's schedule, the goods should have been delivered yesterday."

"There might have been some unexpected issue with the forging process, which has postponed the delivery date to the day after tomorrow."

"How about this? We guarantee that this staff will be forged by the day after tomorrow. And as compensation, we will return the magic engravings and only charge you those few gold coins as all the fees."

"No!" Barnaby said, sounding somewhat impatient.

"I told you I need it urgently! I don't want your refund, I just want my staff forged to my specifications today!"

"This..." The staff member looked hesitant, but decided to calm Mr. Barnaby down first: "How about this, I'll go see if the craftsmen have a solution, and I'll give you an answer today."

"Okay, go quickly, I'll wait here with the students."

"I'm staying here until this is resolved today."

Barnaby simply found a chair and sat down, determined to get an explanation.

The three magic apprentices behind Barnaby stood silently behind him, not daring to utter a sound.

Only when they heard footsteps coming upstairs did the apprentices quietly raise their heads to look around.

They recognized Rhodes.

When the results of the last test were announced, Rhodes' name was not heard. All that was known was that the three of them left in a hurry after he was called away.

He knew in his heart that the mage who could take on four opponents must have a high rating, but when he actually saw the badge that symbolized an elite mage, a look of deep surprise still appeared on his face.