A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

A flash of sword light passed by, becoming the final blow in this battle.

The saber was knocked away, and the prey stood there in a daze, covering its throat, and then fell down dejectedly.

Reinforcements arrived at this time.

But it was useless. The newcomers were all residents of the surrounding area, and their strength was probably barely "ordinary", so there was no way they could stop the other side.

The other party easily killed several people and then left.

Little Bahador stared at the man's back with cold eyes.

The darkness could not block his sight.

It was not until the black shadow met another person at a distance that his gaze shifted slightly and met the gaze of the other person.

The two people looked into each other's eyes from a long distance.

On the other hand, Thomas couldn't help but marvel at Qinglang's assassination skills.

If the Blue Wolf had faced off one-on-one, it would have been hard to say who would have won. However, he seized the opportunity, creating a favorable environment for himself, and turned an evenly matched battle into a one-sided hunt.

This is the way of the assassin.

When he was in the monastery before, Giuliano also taught some content about the way of assassins, but not much.

Thomas mainly learned the ways of chivalry and the ways of the warrior.

The true secret of the assassin's art lies in the psychological game.

An assassin needs two things: advance preparation and an accurate assessment of their prey's psychology. This prior preparation increases their chances of success at every crucial juncture that determines victory or defeat.

So it is difficult for a warrior to deal with an opponent stronger than himself, but an assassin can.

Every warrior knows that if you are not as strong as your opponent, the best way to attack is a sneak attack.

However, for a warrior, sneak attacks are ultimately opportunistic because you cannot always be in the active position.

But the assassin is different. He may not be able to take the initiative every time, but his goal is to always be in the initiative.

So Thomas was really glad that he chose the Steel Soul Mystic Technique.

He doesn't have to worry about being attacked by assassins.

The whole thing went much more smoothly than expected. Thomas remembered Bahador's face, and the young man Blue Wolf had just killed bore at least a 50% resemblance to Bahador. There was a high probability that he was the rumored Little Bahador.

Is it so easy to solve this problem?

Of course, it doesn’t matter even if they recognized the wrong person. At least it further weakened the strength of the Star-Moon Cultists and reduced their threat.

While sighing, he looked up inadvertently.

On the roof of a building in the distance, someone was looking at us with cold eyes.

The two looked at each other.

Thomas saw deep hatred, vigilance, and hostility in those eyes. He didn't know why, even though they were still far away and he knew they couldn't pose a threat, those eyes still made Thomas' scalp tingle.

"Let's go!" Thomas said. Little Bahador was dead, so there was no point staying. Even if they'd misjudged their target, at least they'd eliminated a powerful member of the Star-Moon Cult, reducing future danger.

At this time, the Star-Moon Cultists came from all directions to reinforce, and some had already dragged the victims out of the sea of ​​fire.

Shouts like "Put out the fire!" and "Call a doctor!" rang out one after another.

Of course this was useless. Thomas saw clearly that the neck of the "little Bahadur" was almost cut off, and even a god could not save him.

He and Qinglang quickly retreated away.

In the distance, one can faintly hear the Star and Moon believers chanting for the dead.

The low sound of chanting and the crackling of flames echoed in the night sky.

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Ali's death did not cause any commotion.

Although his intention to attack the militia was soon exposed, he was already dead after all.

No matter how foolish the Star-Moon Cultists were, they knew how to put all the blame on the dead. Everything was Ali's fault, and had nothing to do with anyone else.

Therefore, the Grand Duke could only collect a large fine from the Star-Moon Cultists and be done with it.

Of course, that wasn't to say there weren't any losses. First, the Crescent Moon Cult lost a powerful elite warrior, second, they lost a considerable amount of money, and finally, they received extra attention from the Grand Duke. From now on, no matter what they do, they must be more cautious.

Their power as a whole has been dealt a blow. No matter how arrogant they are, they have to learn to behave themselves for the time being.

Of course, the Star-Moon Cult community was ambushed by an unknown person, and the loss of an elite warrior was even less significant.

The Star-Moon Cult reported this to the Grand Duke, who issued a wanted order. However, since no one knew what the wanted man looked like, it made no difference whether the order was issued or not.

The days that followed were very peaceful.

As winter passes and spring comes, the temperature rises and life seems to have returned to normal.

People rarely wear heavy clothes anymore.

Thomas now had one more thing to do with the Wolf's Den. He would go to the Knights' headquarters every now and then and manage the Wolf's Den as well.

Things in the Wolf's Lair are simple, and as long as you don't have a strong desire for control, it won't add much burden.

On this day, Thomas was training at his base.

Although most of his martial arts skills were gained by adding points to his damaged divine nature, they also required constant training.

If you don't practice for a period of time, your skill proficiency will decline.

As he was swinging his sword, he heard a sudden noise outside. When he looked over, he saw a strange woman coming in.

No one else stopped it.

"Master Thomas." The woman, dressed in the attire of a maid, saluted Thomas. "My lady has a letter for you."

"Ma'am?" Thomas was stunned.

When did I have a wife? Uh, am I not the Grand Master of a religious order?

The rules and regulations of different religious knightly orders are naturally different, but no matter which one, they all recognize that knights are monks who have left the secular world and are sword-bearing monks.

He took the letter and subconsciously opened it. It took him a few seconds to realize that the letter was from none other than Freya.

Thomas deliberately distanced himself from Freya during this period.

Try not to meet or have any contact.

After all, the effects of this wave of fate's backlash were still fresh in his memory. In fact, the backlash wasn't over yet!

No one can tell what the consequences of meeting Freya will be.

Moreover, Thomas suffered such a severe backlash, but who knows what will happen to Freya. After all, the two parties had originally divided the wealth equally.

The letter contained a simple arrangement of time and place for a meeting, to be held this evening.

When others read this letter, they will definitely think that it is a date invitation from the mistress to the man to spend a good night together.

But Thomas knew his own business. Freya must have encountered something, so she had to meet him.

Thomas hesitated for half a second, but after weighing the pros and cons, he decided that he had to go and meet her.

"Tell her I'll be there on time."

The other party left happily, and the soldier on duty at the door seemed not to have seen such a person at all, and kept his eyes on the nose and nose on the heart.

Thomas couldn't do anything about it.

Unknowingly, his influence on the team grew, and it basically became Thomas's personal team.

Now even if Bai Lan recovers from her injuries, it will be difficult for her to survive if she comes back.

Because if a dispute arises between the two parties, Bai Lan will definitely be the loser unless Thomas takes the initiative to give in!

Since he was planning to go out, Thomas thought he could go out early.

Let's go find Gandalf first and see if that thing is finished.

He simply wiped the sweat off his face, gave some casual instructions, and went to the stable to choose a horse.

Twenty or thirty top-quality Russian horses have been added to the stable outside.

Taking advantage of the drop in horse prices during the winter, Thomas bought a batch of high-quality horses.

Everyone got a horse, which was considered a year-end bonus.

Originally everyone had horses, but the quality of the horses varied. But now they have all been replaced with good horses.

It didn't cost much—in fact, Thomas was a bit dull about money figures now.

A large part of this was thanks to the old wizard. Spending thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars had made Thomas completely numb to money.

The cost of dozens of horses is really nothing compared to the magic items.

What was more surprising was that Gandalf was not in his hut.

But I don't know what he did.

The door of the cabin was locked, so Thomas just took a look through the crack in the door. When he was sure that the other person was not there, he had no choice but to leave.

At dusk, he arrived at the manor.

Although the estate nominally belonged to him, this was Thomas' second visit.

Last time, he had hurried over to sign the purchase contract, so he hadn't even taken a closer look. But this time, Thomas had plenty of time to take a closer look.

The entire estate included fields, orchards, pastures and a large number of farmhouses (serfs' houses), and in one corner was a quite nice luxury villa.

Even by the standards of Thomas's previous life, this was a very nice building.

The entire estate was bountiful, generating nearly a thousand florins annually. It had originally been the property of a prominent Russian noble.

Of course, it was also quite expensive. Freya spent thirty to forty thousand florins.

She had spent almost half of what she had gained from Bohemia.

To be honest, Thomas was deceived in this matter. He originally thought that Freya would buy a relatively small manor, an inconspicuous one. But he did not expect Freya to buy a large manor.

He didn't know the truth until he came to sign the contract. But by then, the arrow had already been drawn, so he had no choice but to sign.

As Thomas rode past leisurely, everyone recognized his knightly attire, and both peasant women and servants bowed to him.

This is a class society.

Thomas walked to the front of the villa. A man dressed as a butler came over.

It was strange, in fact, all the faces he met here were strange, but what else could Thomas do? He could only try his best to pretend to be a master, pretend to recognize the other person, jump off the horse, and hand the reins to the other person.

"Feed them well with hay," said Thomas.

Fortunately, people of this era can generally judge a person’s identity based on their clothing.

Servants have servants' uniforms, and butlers have butlers' attire.

Thomas walked through the unfamiliar mansion, mostly seeing maids. Each of them bowed and stood at his side, bowing at the sight of Thomas's knightly robes. They might not have met the new master, but everyone knew who he was.

"Where is the lady?" Thomas walked for a while and found that he could not find Freya, so he could only grab a maid and ask.

"It's in the living room at the end of the second floor," the maid replied.

Thomas saw Freya again in the living room on the second floor.

Freya seemed to have just taken a shower. She was wearing a long, off-the-shoulder dress and sitting on a chair, reading a book. Her long hair hung down, covering the back of the chair.

"Sir, you're back." Freya gave a lazy smile when she saw Thomas coming in.

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"What do you want from me?" Thomas said unhappily and found a place to sit down.

To be honest, perhaps he had a bad feeling the moment he saw Freya, or perhaps entering such a strange manor that belonged to him made him feel very uncomfortable. In short, Thomas found that he was not in a good mood.

"I just want to meet you, sir." Freya looked innocent.

"Is there anything you need now?" Thomas asked, glancing at the maid outside the door.

"No, now... now I have everything I need." Freya replied with a smile. Then she gestured to the maid, signaling her to leave.

The maid left quickly, leaving the place to the couple who looked like lovers.