A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Perhaps this is why the real wolf leader traveled all the way from Bohemia to Ross to join the Night Wolves.

Of course, within the Night Wolves, this was also a precious resource. Each wolf den would undergo a KPI assessment, and only those who performed well would be eligible to purchase a limited number of bottles of the poisonous potion for a thousand florins.

But don't say a thousand florins is expensive. If the Wolf's Den members were to sell this thing to outsiders, five thousand florins would be a friendly price!

The normal price is between 8,000 and 10,000! If the other party really needs it urgently, it’s no problem to exchange it for a small manor!

It is extremely precious and is highly sought after by the outside world!

However, its manufacturing process is completely controlled by the top management of the Night Wolves and is a secret that cannot be known.

Thomas now roughly understood that perhaps this thing was the real reason why the previous wolf leader was killed.

There is no love or hate in the world without reason!

Moreover, this Night Wolf and Perun's sect are obviously not in the same group.

I really can't explain what this organization is all about.

The Judge's target... should have been the largest religious group, the one capable of organizing tens of thousands of people to participate in sacrificial ceremonies? Only they could pose a direct threat to Christianity.

Now it seems like we've completely misplaced our goal?

No, it wasn't entirely wrong. After all, he was only looking for information on the pagans. An intelligence organization could also achieve this goal, so it was probably a lucky coincidence.

Incidentally, although in theory, wolf dens are completely independent and unconnected, cooperative actions between dens only occur under specific circumstances, coordinated by the Wolf Lord. However, theory is theory, and facts are facts. Wolf dens do have close connections.

The most important thing is the transmission and sale of intelligence.

For example, before Thomas arrived, this Wolf's Den was essentially paralyzed, only able to maintain the most basic intelligence gathering, collecting the most basic information that anyone with eyes and ears could get.

So, are all three wolves slacking off?

Of course not, but they did not report their intelligence to the Wolf Lord, but instead traded it within the private intelligence network of different wolf dens.

Letters can be sent via flying messages between different wolf dens.

As for Anna's problem, it is even simpler, she can just use the password.

Anyway, Anna can only be regarded as a tool.

Thomas also figured out what he wanted to do.

Anyway, in the short term, we can just do nothing and try our best to complete the tasks assigned by the Wolf Lord.

He would come to the Wolf's Lair about every ten days to see if there was any information he needed - if so, he would report it to the presiding judge.

In addition, if there is an emergency, Anna can take the initiative to contact him.

"Master Wolf, there is new news." Anna's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Thomas's thoughts.

"how?"

"There's news from Qinglang," Anna said. "He said you're interested."

"I'm interested?" Thomas said. What am I interested in?

Oh, by the way, I am interested in the Crescent Moon Cult.

Thomas knew that the old man named Bahador had become anxious and angry after the conflict with him and became seriously ill.

After a period of delay, he eventually died of his illness.

This is normal, as one gets older, anything is possible. But what is abnormal is that the Crescent Moon Cult blames Thomas for his death.

To be honest, the Star-Moon Cultists are a completely unreasonable group of people.

Thomas was just following orders. The orders were issued by the Knights' superiors. If you have the ability, you should go and cause trouble for the Knights!

But they didn't dare to cause trouble for the Knights, and instead kept their eyes on Thomas, believing that Thomas had murdered someone.

And even Thomas admitted that although the Crescent Moon Cultists could not deal with the Knights Templar, they had no problem dealing with Thomas.

Assassinating a Knight Commander isn't that difficult as long as you're willing to pay.

After all, one bullet can kill someone.

The criminal investigation technology these days is not enough to implicate the mastermind.

So Thomas was very careful in his actions now, fearing that someone would shoot him in the back if he went out.

And he guessed that there must be such a rope among the noose arranged by fate.

It turns out Thomas was right.

The news brought by Qinglang was about the Crescent Moon Cultists - the Crescent Moon Cultists were actually sending people to Bohemia to inquire about the news.

Chapter 113 Festive Banquet 1

If it were in the past, investigations wouldn't matter.

Anyway, Thomas has a good family background and a clean resume, so there is nothing he can't show to others.

But now it was no longer possible. Thomas had replaced the leader, who had died of illness and was also a Bohemian. This was dangerous.

If the Star-Moon Cultists knew the truth and revealed it to the Night Wolf... they would know that I was a hidden spy...

Throughout history, the most hated people are traitors!

No matter what others say, the Wolf Lord will never allow him to live!

"Really... this is troublesome!" Thomas thought about this question and continued reading.

Qinglang inquired in great detail and even knew the coming and going times and routes of the Star-Moon Cultists.

The Crescent Moon Cult couldn't possibly send a single person all the way to Bohemia to gather information. In this era, if a lone traveler died, no one would know where.

Not to mention a pagan who has a different faith.

Even if they were powerful and safe, they could not penetrate deep into the heart of Christianity to gather information.

Instead, we should send a caravan, use the caravan's cover and take advantage of business opportunities to find out.

And since they could even make a little money by doing business along the way, they could also earn a little. So unlike Thomas's previous journey, which involved using the post stations to expedite the 800-mile journey, their return journey took a considerable amount of time. Thomas's round trip took only a dozen days, while the Star-Moon Cultists took much longer. So, even though they set out in winter, they wouldn't return until spring.

"Anna," Thomas said. "Do you have any intelligence on the Crescent Moon Cult? Old intelligence, I mean."

The Star-Crescent Christians in Kiev have their own independent community and are relatively united. But that's just a "comparison," not a truly monolithic entity that's impossible to address.

"There was an investigation six months ago," Anna said. "It was a mission from the Wolf Lord. The records are still there."

Six months ago, it was probably the time when the previous leader was in charge. Speaking of which, not all records are destroyed on a regular basis.

“Give it to me,” Thomas said.

A document was quickly delivered... Thomas felt a toothache when he saw it for the first time.

The first page left by the former Wolf Lord was a purchase contract. About half a year ago, the former Wolf Lord actually sold a highly poisonous potion to the Star-Moon Cult for 10,000 florins.

In other words, there is a certain amount of interaction between the Wolf's Den and the Star-Moon Cultists.

One dose of highly toxic potion is equivalent to one elite warrior.

"Tsk..." Thomas suddenly felt a little toothache.

The strength of the Star-Moon Cultists is much stronger than he expected.

Because even on paper, publicly, they have five elite fighters.

The number of Star-Moon believers is no more than a thousand, which is obviously much higher than normal.

This may be because they are doing business. After all, the degree of danger of a caravan is completely different depending on whether there are masters in charge or not.

After all, there is no shortage of robbers and bandits in this era.

Now I understand that I seemed to be very lucky last time.

At that time, Thomas's strength and equipment were not as strong as they are now, but he did not encounter strong opponents.

If there had been two or three elite warriors present at the time... well, it's hard to say what the final outcome would have been.

However, Kiev has been peaceful for a long time, and it is safe and stable, so the masters of the Star-Moon Cult are basically in the caravan and have all gone out.

Experts and strong people are also a kind of resource, and the right thing to do is to make full use of the resources.

The community of Star and Crescent believers is relatively xenophobic. Although they are unwelcome, they do not pose any external threats.

Oh, it really is... a lot more troublesome than I expected.

I originally thought that the only way the Star-Moon Cultists could deal with me was to secretly shoot me in the back with a musket.

Now it seems that they can also assemble a team of seven or eight elite warriors and attack head-on.

However, this approach is rather taboo and should only be used as the last step.

On the contrary, killing someone with a borrowed knife is a more appropriate strategy... That's why they went to Bohemia to investigate.

After reading all the documents, Thomas stood up while thinking.

It will be some time before the caravan to Bohemia returns, so some things must be prepared.

"Anna, I'm leaving first," Thomas said. "Give this order to Snow Wolf and Blue Wolf. The rest is up to you."

"Okay, Lord Wolf."

Of course, the account books, code books and the like cannot be given to Anna, Thomas must take them with him.

He left the wolf's den, walked for a while, and turned into the street in the commercial district.

There are all kinds of shops here, including blacksmiths.

Thomas walked into a blacksmith shop on the roadside. "Boss, are my goods ready?!" he asked.

"Okay, okay!" the short and strong boss answered repeatedly.

Then he took out a sacrificial knife from the shop.

The sacrificial knife was just made, and the fire has not yet died down.

Thomas picked up the sacrificial knife and examined it carefully.

It was exactly the same sacrificial knife as he remembered it—and of course, it was also exactly the same as the one floating on the broken godhead.

Steel texture, bronze decoration.

And because of some special treatment method, the blade appears black, probably to make the bloodstains less obvious.

It was obvious that this was not the first time the blacksmith had forged a sacrificial knife, and he was very familiar with the process. Every detail was in place.

After examining it again and again, Thomas placed the sacrificial knife in a wooden box and held it in his hand.

After paying, turn around and leave the blacksmith shop and leave.

Not long after, Thomas returned to his base. Everything was normal there, so when Thomas returned with a cow, everyone was surprised.

"Captain," Janos asked. "What is this?"

Ever since returning from that manhunt, with Janos taking the lead, everyone unconsciously unified their title to "Captain".

Everyone seemed to have forgotten that the real captain here was Bai Lan. She wasn't resigning, but was simply on sick leave.

"I bought a cow on the way," Thomas said. "I heard someone say today is some kind of festival, so I thought we should celebrate and have a barbecue."

"Is it a holiday today?" Janos turned around and looked at the others.

"Oh, it's some kind of Easter," someone whispered. "A pagan holiday. A little festival."

Everyone here is Christian.

"I'll kill the cow!" Thomas said. "It's alright, everyone, come together and do it here."

"I'll go get some firewood!" Janos was quick-witted, knowing he couldn't spoil his superior's fun. Even though it was a pagan festival, Thomas, the Knight Commander, didn't mind. So why should these sergeants and soldiers care? They weren't even knights!

"I'll get some skewers!" said another.

"We can't roast such a big cow all over, we have to cook some of it... I'll get a big pot.

"I know where the stove is!"

"I'll get some knives..."

"I'll go get some seasoning! And some wine!"

In a moment, the group dispersed to prepare utensils for the feast. After all, since the boss was so enthusiastic, everyone knew to cooperate.

After everyone had left, Thomas finally took out the sacrificial knife from the box. He closed his eyes and counted the balls of divine power once more.