A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

If it was just an ordinary caravan, there would definitely be no need to travel at night - everyone knows how hard it is to travel at night.

Was it transporting something valuable? Or was it delivering some very important news?

For some reason, a line of poetry came to my mind: "A horse gallops through the red dust, and the concubine smiles. No one knows that it is the lychees coming."

Although they are two different things, it is unexpectedly appropriate.

But I don’t know what it is...but no matter what it is, it shouldn’t have much to do with Thomas.

The caravan traveled quickly and soon arrived at the city.

As Thomas knew, due to the high level of security, in Novgorod, it was impossible to enter or leave the city by paying a certain amount of money.

They will ask detailed questions, investigate your identity, and decide whether to allow you to enter the city based on the actual situation.

In most cases, this is not allowed.

But this time, if someone was watching, he would be amazed, because the caravan easily passed the inspection and entered the city.

One of the carriages even broke away from the team and sped along the street in the night.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the Knights' headquarters.

The carriage stopped at the gate and a young man got out.

He looked no older than thirty and looked nervous and uneasy.

He got out of the car at the gate of the Knights' branch and said goodbye to the driver. The car drove away on its own and he went to knock on the door.

Naturally, there were people on duty on the Knights' side, and it didn't take long for someone to open the side door a little.

"I want to see Prince Yaroslav!" the young man said immediately.

"The prince isn't here." The gatekeeper looked him up and down. "He's gone."

"Then I'm looking for Captain Luca!" the young man shouted. "Show him this." He took out what looked like a letter and handed it to the other party.

Looking at the other person's expression, which was as anxious as a lost dog and as frightened as a fish that had escaped the net, the gatekeeper couldn't make any judgment for a moment. Although it was late, he knew very well that some things could not be delayed.

"I understand. Please wait here for a moment, I will go and inform them!" he said.

About ten minutes later, the side door was opened again.

"Come in," the gatekeeper said. "The captain wants to see you."

Chapter 208 The Death of the Wolf Leader

After a while, the young man was taken into an office.

Inside the brightly lit office, a neatly dressed middle-aged man sat behind the desk.

It didn't look like he had just been pulled out of bed.

The host and the guest looked at each other.

"Captain Luca, it's me! Do you remember me?" the young man spoke first. "Last time I came here with my teacher."

"Teacher? Let's go..." Luca stared at the man for several seconds, then suddenly remembered. "You're not that... that... Zoroastrian? Where's your teacher? Oh..."

A hint of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You seem to have failed?"

"I...that...that..."

"We've received accurate intelligence from Kiev," Luca said, raising his hand. "While we haven't yet understood the details, it's clear that your sacred flame wasn't successfully lit. So, what exactly happened? Where's your teacher?"

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid... he has unfortunately..."

"I'm afraid?" Luca's expression changed. "You mean, you don't know either? What happened?"

He was still very curious about the arrival of Marlowit.

After all, this kind of thing is rare. Not everyone can encounter a god descending into the world in this lifetime.

"I didn't witness it myself, but my teacher...should have been...martyred."

"should?"

"After we made all the necessary preparations, my teacher asked me to convince the Star-Moon Cult to join," the young Zoroastrian priest explained hastily. "Although I succeeded in convincing the Star-Moon Cult to participate, they were very cunning, especially their leader, Little Bahador. He didn't trust me. Although he led others to participate, he also imprisoned me in the Star-Moon Cult community and wouldn't let me leave."

"Little Bahado... Oh, it seems he's dead too?"

"Yes, I was detained by the Star-Moon Cult. It was not until many days later that I was released. That was because the body of little Bahador was returned. Not only him, but also all the Star-Moon Cult members who went there were dead. The Star-Moon Cult members were in a panic and in chaos. No one cared about me, so I had the opportunity to escape."

"Who brought back the body of little Bahadur?"

"The Grand Duke's soldiers," the young priest replied quickly. "They brought back all the bodies. I didn't see the body of Little Bahador, but I heard he was beheaded. The soldiers also extorted a large sum of money from the Crescent Moon Cult for the body."

Luca nodded, "Then your teacher... must have failed."

Just like the Crescent Moon followers, all the Zoroastrians died out.

The other party did not participate in the final battle because he was detained by the Star-Moon Cult.

This was a battle against a single deity, involving multiple, mutually hostile forces. It was a truly chaotic battle.

In the end, whatever the result is, it's normal.

Although the Zoroastrians were the planners, their strength was limited.

"This is the outcome... Then, your promise to the prince... is gone."

The young priest had such an embarrassed look on his face that even Luca felt a little sorry for him.

My teacher is gone, all my senior and junior classmates are gone, and I am left all alone.

I don’t know what to do next and I don’t have anywhere to go.

For this battle, the Zoroastrian priests placed all their bets, and if they lost, the consequences would be catastrophic.

"I'm not sure what the final outcome will be," he whispered. "Perhaps the flame has been lit, but it's fallen into the wrong hands."

Although the holy fire is a sacred object of Zoroastrianism, it is ultimately just an object.

There is a possibility of being taken away by someone.

"Forget it, go down and rest for a while. You must have been exhausted after running all the way here. As for your situation, I will report it to the prince when I have time." Luca said. "The prince should want to see you."

What this means is to temporarily shelter and protect the other party.

The young priest went down.

Captain Luca still sat quietly where he was.

After a long while, the window of the room suddenly opened silently. Then, a dark figure jumped in from outside the window.

It landed without any sound, as light as a cat.

Then, the black shadow melted into the shadow in the corner, as if it had become one with the shadow.

"Stop playing these hide-and-seek games," Luca sighed. "I know you're coming. Fox-Wolf!"

There was a chuckle, and then the black shadow walked out of the corner.

She was a tall and slender woman.

She walked to the guest sofa chair in front of the desk and sat down without hesitation.

"Why, you don't seem very happy to see me back?"

"Oh, it's nothing to do with you. I just received some bad news," Luca sighed. "It looks like the Zoroastrians have completely failed. I was still hoping for a little bit of luck. A Zoroastrian survivor just showed up. I guess he's the only one left; the others are all dead."

"Zoroastrians? Ha, when did you ever place your hopes on them? That was just a casual remark. They won't make much difference, and they won't make much difference either. Of course, I admit that if we can get this done, it will be of great help. Especially since if this succeeds, our cost will be minimal, and if it fails, we won't actually lose anything."

After all, the cost of this is insignificant, that is, to abandon Christianity and promote Zoroastrianism.

"Well," Luca replied. "I'm a Christian after all... Well, aside from that, how are things going for you?"

"What's wrong with that? Under siege by twenty elite warriors, even the leader of the pack would be doomed," the fox wolf said with a smile. "The Night Wolves are powerful, but... they're not omniscient and omnipotent."

"What's next? Several wolf leaders have already died, right?"

"The wolf den will send the next leader," the fox said. "That's all they can do. But I imagine they'll send a special envoy to see what's going on before the leader arrives."

"Special Envoy? That's consistent with the Wolf's Den's style."

"Yes, special envoy. Let's see if we can conceal it first. If not, kill him."

"My dear, I'm beginning to miss the Alpha Wolf. I mean the one who lived with us for several years."

"Yeah, I miss him too. He was very attentive and enjoyed getting along with us. It's a pity... he passed away in an accident."

The two chatted for a while about other random topics.

"Right," Luca said. "Since the Zoroastrians have been completely defeated... we might need to find a magician."

"A magician?" The fox wolf raised his eyebrows. "Didn't they say there was a Zoroastrian as well?"

"He's a young man, his skills aren't up to par... After all, we still have some shortcomings in magic, and we need a capable advisor."

"Find one in the city? If that doesn't work, you can go to the Chude tribe. I know several great wizards. As long as the reward is right, they will be happy to do it."

"I'm not sure. But this matter may need to be put on the plan. It's not easy to find a suitable candidate. Is there any place in the city where I can find a better magician?"

"Oh, the magic market. You can always meet a few magicians there... As a Christian, it's not appropriate for you to intervene in this matter, so let me go and look for it."

Chapter 209 Magician 1

It was already morning when Thomas returned to Novgorod.

He did not return to his residence immediately, but went to the magic market in the city first.

The consumption of potions has not been very fast recently...but, I also need to buy herbs and prepare to make new potions.

In addition, opportunities must be found to promote the "Book Without a Name".

It’s good to be young. Although it was very late when I found a place to stay yesterday, I still feel energetic and it doesn’t affect my movements.

Unlike Kyiv, many regulations here are much more relaxed.

It can even be said that the number of magicians is much greater.

The more backward a place is, the more it needs the magician's abilities.

That's why an area called the "Magic Market" finally appeared here.

Various magic-related items are sold openly here.

Some things clearly reveal barbarity and cruelty, such as skull bowls, human skin drums and the like... which are very consistent with the impression of primitive witchcraft.

Sadly, most of these are fake.

Well, this place is just like the street market stalls Thomas often encountered in his previous life...

The only difference is that the roadside stalls sell tiger bones, bear paws and the like, while here they sell all kinds of "magic items".

Don’t say that the Russians are simple and kind. In the face of money, there is no simplicity and kindness in the world!

Of course, if you keep a clear mind and don't think about finding bargains, but only think about buying necessities, such as various medicinal herbs... then there won't be any problem.

For example, this is what is happening with Thomas now.

Many medicinal herbs had to be ordered through stores in Kiev, but here they were placed directly on the roadside and the prices were cheap.

Although Thomas is not short of money now, it is a good thing to be able to save money.

After going around in circles, Thomas had a basic idea of ​​where the things he wanted to buy were.

But another thing is more difficult to deal with.

It is not difficult to sell the "Book Without a Name", but it is not easy to sell it correctly.

Because Thomas's goal is to give the Nameless Book to the genuine magician, but he has no way to identify who the genuine magician is.

His spiritual field could sense elite warriors, but could not tell the difference between magicians and ordinary people.

The only exception in this regard is Gandalf, but Gandalf is definitely not an ordinary magician.

Those who set up stalls on the roadside and those who strolled around all looked a bit like magicians.

But Thomas was certain that a large number of them were frauds and had never even practiced meditation.

This is difficult to distinguish, and even some magicians have to engage in the con industry.