Becoming a god starts with enhancing fire arrows.

"For a while after that, I lived in an old woman's house."

"The old lady was very old, but she loved to chat with me."

"She told me," Paril said, trying to lower her voice.

She said, "Little Paris, if you ever feel unhappy, anxious, or troubled, you can come to me."

"I'll prepare a honey cookie for you. When you talk about your unhappiness, eating the sweet honey cookie will immediately make you feel better."

Paril tilted her head, seemingly savoring the taste of the honey cookies.

"Later, whenever I made a mistake and got scolded while working, I would go back to my mother-in-law's house and cry. She would always prepare a honey biscuit for me."

"The old lady herself can't eat sweets, but she always uses her savings to buy some honey to keep at home."

"Later...later my grandmother passed away, and I never ate honey cookies again."

"Then every time I got scolded, I could only hide somewhere where no one could see me and cry secretly, while imagining the taste of honey cookies, waah."

Parly, who had intended to comfort Rhodes, became increasingly distressed as she spoke and suddenly burst into tears.

Her shoulders shrugged uncontrollably, and large, hot tears streamed down her face, soaking her eyelashes.

Each blink brings forth new tears, which then flow down the tear tracks once more.

"Waaaaah!"

Rhodes didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only offer incoherent words of comfort.

Paril cried for a while, until her eyes were red and her sobs turned into soft whimpers, before she sniffled and said, "I'm sorry, Rhodes."

"I was trying to comfort you, but you ended up comforting me instead."

"I don't know why, but I suddenly don't feel so bad anymore." Rhodes felt that the little priest was pitiful but also a little funny.

Paril rubbed her eyes, wiped away the remaining tears, cleared her throat, and said seriously, "Ahem... Well, Rhodes, you can talk to me about anything that's bothering you in the future."

"Although I didn't do many things well, I didn't play a significant role in the simulated battle."

"I'm not as smart as you, nor as strong and savage as Avira, and I don't have honey cookies for you. But... but I will definitely listen to you carefully."

For some reason, Rhodes felt that Paril was radiating a brilliant light, suddenly shining with maternal radiance.

He forced out an answer from his throat:

"OK."

Even if Paril didn't perform exceptionally well in the simulation battle, her learning talent was still terrifying.

Even if she doesn't seem to be very bright, a priest who obeys orders unconditionally will definitely be a great help to her in the future.

These are not major problems.

"It's settled then." Paril lifted the covers, quickly crawled inside, and then remained completely still.

"Paryl," Rhodes called softly.

"Hmm?" Paril poked her head out from under the covers.

"Thank you."

"Hmm..." Paril blushed slightly. "It's okay, we're teammates."

After she finished speaking, she peeked her head back in.

Rhodes extinguished the kerosene lamp, stood at the window gazing at the pale night for a long time, before finally going back to bed.

......

The next day, the sun shone brightly outside the window.

Rhodes stretched comfortably and opened the window.

The sky had just been washed and was a bright blue.

The leaves of the trees along the roadside were ginger-yellow, and water droplets still clung to the leaves that had not yet fallen.

The smell of grass and earth after the rain, carried by a gentle breeze, wafted into the house, invigorating Rhodes.

"Paril, get up."

Paril was probably still asleep; she was curled up in the blankets, not even showing her head.

"I'm going back to sleep..."

"Let's go eat."

"I'm up!"

After changing into some light clothes for going out, the two arrived at Avira's door.

I remember once I went out without calling this elf, and she locked herself in her room and threw a tantrum all day, claiming that humans are all cold-blooded creatures.

So now I always ask her to come with me when I go out.

"Clap clap clap".

Rhodes knocked on the door, and there was a sound coming from inside.

After a while, the door was pulled open a crack: "What?"

"Let's head to the Griffin Tavern!"

"Then wait a little longer," came Avira's voice from behind the door.

"Hey, no," Rhodes quickly stopped the door from closing again, "Shall we wait outside?"

"You're not wearing any clothes?"

"What are you saying! Do you believe I'll rip your tongue off and feed it to Zhuoer?" Avira said angrily.

"What's wrong with looking at it? Is it hiding something shameful?" Rhodes became even more curious when he saw how strongly Avira resisted.

Before he could finish speaking, the door was suddenly pulled open, and Rhodes almost fell over due to inertia.

"Human hearts are indeed filthy, so everything they see is filthy," Avira retorted sharply.

Rhodes didn't reply, but quickly steadied himself and looked around the room.

If the suite where he and Parril stayed was a standard hotel style, then Avira's bedroom was a cute, girlish bedroom.

Several pots of irises, which I don't know where they were dug up, were placed by the window, in delicate little flowerpots.

Several round little wooden carvings were placed on the wooden table in the living room, looking quite cute.

The most eye-catching feature is the huge pink rug spread in the middle of the living room.

The blanket has an exquisite pattern.

Rhodes' eyes widened: "Where did you get this blanket?"

"Does anyone actually sell this color?"

You know, carpets aren't exactly rare in some wealthy homes, but this delicate pink color is truly eye-opening.

"What's it to you?"

Avira's tone was fierce, but she clearly lacked confidence.

Paril picked up an exquisite little wooden carving with a look of curiosity, her eyes sparkling.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Avira snatched it away and carefully examined it.

"Stingy," Paril muttered under her breath.

Rhodes, his face full of curiosity, asked, "Did you carve this yourself?"

"Don't overthink it, this is a required course for practicing swordsmanship," Avira replied instantly.

He then pulled out a cloak and put it on, starting to shoo people away: "Come on, come on, hurry up and go out to eat. I really don't know what's so interesting about this place."

......

The Griffin Tavern gradually returned to its former liveliness.

The door was wide open, and the air inside was filled with the rich aroma of roasted meat and fermenting ale.

Rhodes and his two companions even waited a while before finding empty seats and slowly taking their places.

Whether ordinary civilians or soldiers and adventurers, the topic of conversation was all about the goblin attack the previous night.

A burly man stood at the bar in the middle of the pub, holding a large glass of ale aloft and speaking loudly:

"If you ask me, those damned goblins haven't seen the strength of our Phil Town for too long. They really think a few bastards can stir up any trouble."

"You didn't see the scene last night when we adventurers and guards fought the enemy together."

"The goblin mage took a staff, stuck it into the ground, and began to cast necromancy. Then, tens of thousands of undead crawled up in dense numbers."

He finished his ale in one gulp: "Boss, another glass of ale!"

The people around the bar were getting anxious and hurriedly asked, "What happened next? What happened then?"

The burly man brandished the bow and arrows on his back: "See that heavy bow on my back? Do you know how much force it takes to draw it?"

Seeing everyone shake their heads, he felt somewhat smug:

"I drew the bowstring taut, and with just one arrow, I snapped the goblin mage's staff in two!"

"The undead vanished instantly, saving the town from disaster."

The hotel owner, wiping the wine glasses, said loudly, "Hank, you're bragging again."

The burly man named Hank's face flushed red: "How dare you slander me out of thin air?"

The hotel owner said, "You, a trainee warrior, would be lucky if you didn't get terrified of goblins, let alone save the town from disaster?"

Hank argued, "Can an adventurer's actions be called 'weak legs'? That just means they lack combat experience."

The Griffin Tavern was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.