Becoming a god starts with enhancing fire arrows.

"Lady Vanessa didn't come?" Rhodes asked.

"Lady Vanessa is guarding the town center to prevent a feint attack by the goblins at the south gate." Kelda leaned against the wall, looking at Rhodes, and asked a question:

"How do you know where the ritual array's weakness is?"

"Perhaps it's because I have a special talent," Rhodes joked.

"Is the ability to use the stealth step twice in a row also a special talent?"

Rhodes smiled and nodded, offering no further response.

I thought to myself, "Why are you paying so much attention to me on the battlefield?"

Suddenly, he felt a chill down his back.

That eerie feeling of being watched resurfaced.

Rhodes quickly turned around and looked back.

Everything around was normal, except for a few people who cast questioning glances.

He experienced it again, and the feeling of being spied on disappeared.

Krud looked somewhat nervous: "What's wrong, Rhodes brothers?"

Rhodes took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "It's nothing, maybe I overreacted."

Krud breathed a sigh of relief: "It's alright. Everyone's a bit tense after just going through war. Go back and get some rest."

Rhodes nodded, and just as he was about to say goodbye and go back to the hotel to catch up on some sleep, a burst of firelight lit up the distance from the town.

This is a group of dozens of guards, marching in this direction with orderly steps.

In the middle of the group was a middle-aged man in a uniform.

He was slightly overweight and rather short, with two neat, curly whiskers under his nose.

"Mayor Sam."

"Mayor."

"Thank you for coming so late, Mayor!"

Greetings from guards and adventurers rose and fell.

Rhodes turned his attention to that.

The newly appointed acting mayor?

Race: Human

Age: 40

[Class: Warrior]

[Rating: Trainee Level]

[Description: A poorly talented warrior, and a somewhat clever manager]

Just an apprentice?

No wonder you arrived late.

Sam waved his right hand, signaling the guards standing in neat rows behind him to remain in place.

He strode toward the adventurers and guards who had been wounded in the battle, the flickering torchlight reflecting the urgency and worry on his face.

"Thank you all for your hard work! Phil Town thanks you for your efforts and sacrifices," Sam's shrill voice rang out.

He reached out, seemingly wanting to pat a wounded soldier on the shoulder to offer comfort.

But upon seeing the blood-soaked bandages on the other person's shoulder and arm, the movement paused slightly in mid-air, and the right hand gently landed on the other side of the intact clothing.

"Another group of priests will be arriving soon, so don't worry, every wounded person will receive treatment."

After saying that, he walked towards Rhodes.

Rhodes, following the crowd, greeted him.

"Yes, I know you." Sam's voice was still high-pitched.

"Rhodes, is that your name? I read in the information that you performed exceptionally well in the adventurer assessment."

"You must be exhausted from fighting all night."

"It's not hard work, it's what I should do."

Rhodes glanced at the panel: "Next enhancement requires 730/600 Life Essence" and said, "All for Phil Town."

"Well done," Sam said, tugging at his mustache.

They turned around and continued their work of offering condolences and assistance.

Rhodes and his two companions had nothing else to do there, so they returned to the inn.

"At least they know to show up at the end to reassure people, so I guess that's barely acceptable," Avira suddenly remarked on the way.

There was a hint of disdain in his tone towards Sam.

"I thought you wouldn't pay attention to these things," Rhodes chuckled.

"No, although you humans are weak and short-lived, you can still occasionally find interesting individuals."

"Oh my, should I thank the elf for his appreciation?"

"I didn't say anything about you, why are you thanking me?" Avira walked in front without turning around, her voice slightly lower.

Suddenly she turned around and threw the bone staff at him with all her might, which Rhodes hurriedly caught.

【Name: Resurrection Bone Staff】

Type: Staff

[Quality: Rare]

[Description: Third-circle spells can be enhanced with ritual magic to manipulate corpses.]

[For Necromancers only]

[Attached Spell: Enchantment]

[Attached Spell: Resurrection Array]

Are there any restrictions on the child's occupation?

That's fine.

We, the noble swordsmen, have no regard for these necromancy doctrines.

Rhodes put away his staff.

He thought for a moment and then called out to Avira, "Have you felt any prying eyes on you these past few days?"

"No, why are you suddenly asking that?"

Rhodes looked at Paril.

Paril shook her head: "Me neither."

"I have a feeling that I've been being watched by someone or something these past two days. I have this strange feeling of being spied on from time to time."

Avira thought for a moment: "Have you come into contact with anything strange these past few days?"

"Probably not."

"Were there any unusual things about your dreams?"

"No, not at all..."

"Then it's not a curse or anything like that." Avira took off her helmet, revealing her delicate, round face.

"Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that you have psychological issues."

"Okay, I understand." Rhodes pondered seriously.

"Anyway, the rooms aren't far apart. If anything else seems off, just come find me anytime." Avira waved her hand, then added after a moment's thought:

"It would be such a shame if something happened to a human who can sing sword songs."

......

Back in the room.

Rhodes placed his weapons on the table and stretched his aching body.

He sighed.

Although he had won the battle, the inexplicable feeling of being spied on made him uneasy.

If someone really was following me, Vanessa, who was at level four, shouldn't have been able to sense it when we were in the Adventurers' Guild.

Or perhaps the person's stealth and tracking skills were so advanced that even Vanessa couldn't detect them.

He couldn't figure it out, so he changed his approach.

If this spy truly exists, to which faction does he belong?

"The mastermind"?

Does the "Black Hand" organization have such a master? Or would they be willing to pay the price to have such a master target me?

What do I have to target?

Because of the ability to improve spells?

While there aren't many people with such talent, they are certainly not a minority.

Moreover, it's not limited to mages.

For example, a warrior who only knows how to perform powerful slashes will eventually gain a new understanding of this move over time.

No spell or skill is static.

With the system's support, I undoubtedly showed a bit more talent.

Or rather, because...

Rhodes had a sudden thought and a vague guess formed in his mind.

Just as she was about to sort out her thoughts, Paril stepped forward and tugged at her wrist.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you really alright?" Paril looked up at Rhodes's furrowed brows, her clear blue eyes filled with deep worry.

"I don't know," Rhodes shook his head.

"Perhaps my life before was too peaceful, and the impact of dancing on the edge of a knife was too great?"

He didn't say much, so as not to cause the young pastor any unnecessary worry.

He turned over and sat on the bed, pinching his brow with his index finger and thumb.

Paril took a few steps back and sat on the edge of the bed, supporting herself with her hands and swinging her legs lightly in the air.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment.

He spoke softly, his voice unusually gentle:

"I am an orphan. I have worked in the village since I was a child to earn my daily meals."

"At first, I was very clumsy and couldn't do anything well. I often made mistakes."

"Although the villagers wouldn't physically assault me, I would still often be scolded."

"I was very unhappy at that time."

"Do you want to know what happened next?"

Is this meant to comfort me?

Rhodes felt a warmth in his heart and nodded in agreement: "I want to."