A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

In a meditative state, he felt as if his boat was equipped with an engine and was moving rapidly towards the magical river.

At the same time, countless insights into cultivation flooded into his mind.

He seemed to have experienced years of deep meditation in a flash. Thousands of days and nights of sleepless practice.

The second layer of magic net is just ahead.

"Huh..." Thomas opened his eyes and ended his meditation.

Just as planned, he has successfully contacted the second layer of the magic network.

In other words, you can use second-level spells.

Chapter 200 Consequences 1

Now you can check the cost of magic training.

Thomas remembered that from the beginning to the time he came into contact with the first layer of the magic net, he had probably used up four or five balls of divine power.

However, the consumption of the second layer of magic network immediately increased exponentially.

A total of twenty-five groups of divine power were consumed.

Before he started practicing, he still had more than fifty groups, but now more than half of them have been consumed.

From this, it can be inferred that if you want to contact the third layer of the magic net... you will probably have to consume at least fifty groups of divine power. If you are unlucky, the maximum may reach more than a hundred groups.

This is only the third layer of the magic net! You know, it is generally believed that the magic net has nine layers!

Damn... This magic practice is even more exaggerated than martial arts.

It's simply a bottomless pit that consumes divine power!

Gandalf said that by touching the fifth layer of the magic network, one would have the opportunity to be promoted to the Protector of the Country.

But now it seems that the fifth level of the magic net... is really a long way off. Without spending enough time, it is impossible to gather enough divine power.

So, it all comes down to divine power.

We must study and find ways to increase our divine power.

He also thought clearly that after a while, he would have to find a place to live next to the church, or simply spend a lot of money to live in the cathedral in Novgorod. It would be like a blasphemous knight couple living in a monastery.

However, you cannot move in directly. You need to be patient and look for opportunities.

Another thing is to speed up the research on the mystery of fire.

Fire can gain additional divine power.

However, this matter cannot be rushed, because the cooperation of the Desecration Knight couple is required before it can be studied.

There is also the practice of slaughtering livestock in exchange for divine power.

Or in other words, spending money in exchange for divine power.

It's okay to use it in this critical moment, but it can't be used in daily life... Well, even Thomas doesn't know what to do.

Should I change my career and become a butcher?

He can expend his divine energy to practice, but others cannot.

No wonder those magicians have to be quite old to give people the impression of being "experts".

Because practicing magic really is so time-consuming.

Without spending decades of effort, don’t even think about achieving anything!

Fortunately, there is an additional benefit to practicing magic. That is, long-term immersion in the magic network will naturally transform you into a magical creature.

The lifespan of magical creatures is much longer than that of normal creatures.

Take Gandalf for example... Thomas initially thought that this old man was probably no more than sixty or seventy years old.

Even if one is gifted and looks particularly young, he should not be over eighty.

Now I don't think so. No one can tell how old this old man is.

It is possible to be one or two hundred years old!

Thinking of Gandalf... it's true that old people become more wise.

"No rush... no rush..." Thomas whispered to himself. "There's plenty of time. Take your time, study little by little..."

There are several cards in your hand that you can play, so don't worry about it.

If you can access the second layer of the magic network... you can learn the second level spells. These all require practice.

Magic is so precious in this world that techniques like "simulated spellcasting" naturally developed.

Without actually consuming soul power, simulate the casting steps to ensure your own casting ability.

Otherwise, if the spell fails, it would be a big loss.

……

The next morning.

The sunshine in late autumn and early winter is not very warm.

Now it looks like frost, making people feel cold all over.

In the middle of the spacious yard was a stretcher, with a corpse lying on it.

The body was covered with a white cloth, but at this moment the cloth was slightly lifted, revealing the head.

The corpse's face was stiff and shocked. It was Visby who had clashed with Thomas before.

Almost all the members of the Ostromir family had come, gathered here, and stood in a circle in the yard.

This is not a particularly prosperous family, but it is definitely not declining.

The head of the family is here.

This is a man in his fifties, quite dignified, named Domhnall.

He had several children, and Visby was his second son. Although he was a very useless child who only knew how to eat, drink, gamble and whore all day, he was still his own blood after all!

The Ostromir family is not considered a great noble family.

There were no close associates of the Grand Duke among the family members, nor were there any territories.

However, due to their special relationship with the Chude tribe, all forces in the city are still willing to give them enough face and no one wants to provoke them.

The head of the family's younger brother even became one of the judges in the city.

This is not a simple position, but a very important part of the judicial system, and it is considered to be a high-ranking position with great power.

It is considered a famous family in the local area.

But now… now… his own son was beaten to death in broad daylight, out of jealousy!?

Domhnall unconsciously stroked his sword, his face livid.

In fact, what he really cared about was not his son’s death, but that someone dared to act wildly in front of him in public!

Beating a dog also depends on its owner!

Not to mention his son!

"Someone come here!" He glanced and his eyes fell on a strong man beside him.

Unlike ordinary Russians, this man shaved his head, exposing his scalp, and had tattoos on his head and face.

A common style among barbarians - warriors among barbarians like to use this method to show their status.

This man was indeed a barbarian. He was a Chud, originally the most powerful warrior in a certain tribe, and was recruited by Domnar to serve as a family guard.

He was a skilled warrior and fearless, earning him the respect of others. However, he was also surprisingly meticulous and capable of handling a wide range of matters. Therefore, he was now known as the Captain of the Guards and had become Domhnall's trusted and important helper.

"Master," the man agreed.

"Go to the theater and find witnesses. Examine the entire situation. Especially that woman. Find a way to find her. Gather all the evidence," Domhnall ordered. "Bring more people with you. If that woman refuses to come, capture her!"

The captain of the guard nodded, but did not leave immediately.

"Vsevolod!" Domnar said to his youngest son again. "You said the murderer was from the Vishatich family?"

Vsevolod nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

He was just a child after all, and was frightened by what happened.

When asked about the process, he couldn't say a word, but at least he knew that the culprit was a relative of Vishatych.

"Okay," Domhnall said. "In that case, you'll accompany me to the Grand Duke... no, the court. Whoever his relative is from, he'll have to give me an answer!"

"Also, the rest of you, prepare the funeral supplies." Domhnall's face was stern. This trip to court, he'd naturally need to rely on his brother's authority. If the other party didn't hand over the murderer, don't blame him for being ruthless!

Although Vishatych is also a small noble with some assets, it is not his turn to ride on the Ostromir family and act wildly!

Chapter 201 Consequences 2

Soon, the people in the yard dispersed.

No one paid much attention to the body, and few even expressed condolences.

This person's character is actually quite bad. He just goes out and flaunts his wealth all day long. Even at home, he has a very bad reputation.

In fact, people within the family also found him troublesome, and now that he was dead, many people were even secretly happy.

"Master," the captain of the guards suddenly stopped Domhnall when he was about to leave.

"Why? Didn't I ask you to find evidence and witnesses?"

"This is quite strange. According to the young master, the perpetrator was a relative of Vishadzhich. But Vishadzhich and we have never had any conflicts. Why would he do this? And besides, a heavy blow to the chest... is completely wrong."

"Why not? This is what happens when you're injured with a hammer or blunt object."

"From a weapon's perspective, a blunt weapon intended to kill someone would likely strike the head. A direct hit to the chest is highly unlikely," the guard captain said. "If there were no other evidence, I'd assume there must have been two people holding the young master hostage, one on each side, for the killer to have resorted to such a method. Or perhaps this person was incredibly powerful, their movements incredibly fast and powerful, allowing them to easily kill with a blunt force..."

"Guards?" Domhnall's expression twitched.

After hearing this, he remembered that not only was his son dead, but the guard assigned to his son had also run away.

Just drop everything and run away.

"You're saying... this guard didn't run away out of fear of responsibility... this is a trap? To trick me into falling for it?"

"It's just a simple intuition," the captain of the guards said. "If possible, you might as well ask the fortune-teller. She happens to be right here."

"A fortune-teller..." Domhnall asked in surprise. "Do I need to ask her?"

"Whenever there's something confusing or confusing in the tribe, we all turn to her. I think you can, too."

This fortune-teller was the second talent Domnar had obtained from the Chud tribe.

A true prophet who can predict the future.

Their tribe benefited greatly from the prophet's abilities.

After making peace with the tribe, Domhnall also gained this additional benefit. He was able to avoid many disasters.

"That's right." Domhnall nodded. With such a handy helper, there was no reason not to use it. "Then I'll go see her now."

The fortune-teller didn't like to see outsiders, so even Domhnall had to go see her alone.

After a while, the captain of the guards watched the master of the house quickly return to the yard.

The expression on his face was very strange.

He walked up to the corpse, lifted the white cloth, and then made a gesture of observing it carefully.

Then, the white cloth covering the body was put back on.

"I was mistaken." He stood up and said to the people still in the yard, "My son's death was not murder."

"It must be a heart attack!"

"It was originally just a joke attack, nothing serious. But it unexpectedly triggered his heart disease," he said.

The captain of the guards had not expected such words at all, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Master...is the other party powerful?" He asked in a low voice after a long time.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it." Domhnall replied irrelevantly.