A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

After all, as Gandalf said, magicians also need to eat, wear clothes, and pay for various living expenses.

While hesitating, he suddenly noticed a familiar figure.

It's Dierko!

The chubby boy was talking to a street vendor over there.

The stall owner listened while flipping through a book.

When Thomas looked carefully, he could see clearly that the cover of the book was bare, with no words on it.

And the pages are very new, the kind that can be seen with the naked eye from a distance.

Damn... Could it be that a tree has grown out of nothing?

Taking advantage of the fact that Dirk's back was facing him, Thomas looked around and then found a stall a little further away selling hats.

He hurried forward and selected an especially large leather hat.

Once you put it on your head, it can cover up most of your face, not to mention your head.

Then, wearing the hat, he slowly came to a place closer to Dierke and squatted down at an inconspicuous stall.

The conversation between the two sides can just be heard here.

"...This book is quite good..." said the vendor flipping through books. "If it's authentic, it's certainly worth the money. But I can't guarantee it's true."

"This is the magic book I worked so hard to get!"

"Come back tomorrow," the stall owner said. "Give me a day to check the book."

He flipped through the book again.

This is a rare book. The first half is easy to understand, almost straightforward. The story is quite engaging and engaging. But the second half, however, contains a lot of detailed information.

For example, the meditation method.

Although the meditation methods of each school are different, as the saying goes, if you master one method, you will master all methods. A genuine spellcaster can tell whether a meditation method is true or false with a little analysis. And this meditation method is obviously true.

In addition to meditation methods, there are also records about the nameless god.

A deity who values ​​courage and strength, but also loves knowledge and magic... Moreover, he possesses the unique power to restore spellcasters' ability to cast spells.

Even if this was a lie, it was enough to attract the magician because it really hit the magician's sore spot.

Most importantly, this deity is not bloodthirsty or evil.

He even disguised himself as a mortal, walked in the world, and participated in many important historical events.

It’s just that human eyes cannot recognize Him.

The steps for offering sacrifices to Him are not complicated, and the relevant key points and precautions are clearly explained in the book.

Such valuable knowledge, if exchanged for a mere potion formula, would be a huge profit.

Dierke was not very happy, but he had no choice but to leave.

With so much on her mind, she didn't notice that Thomas was listening right beside her.

After hearing this, Thomas was about to leave, but he saw the stall owner opposite him staring at him.

He was a young man... or at least he looked like one. I said that because his eyes, clearly black and white, showed a vicissitude that was not typical of youth.

Those eyes staring at people made people feel a little embarrassed.

Thomas instinctively looked around the stalls, hoping to buy something to relieve the embarrassment.

But unfortunately, the other party’s stall was empty.

Thomas had been concentrating on eavesdropping, so he hadn't even figured out what the other party was selling.

"Well, that...you..." Thomas had to ask.

The other party took out a sign and waved it in front of Thomas.

The sign read "Dialogue with the Dead."

It seems that this person is really a magician.

"Oh, you can..."

"It allows you to communicate with your deceased relatives. But I can't guarantee they're still sane," the magician replied. "One hundred florins per session."

"...so expensive?"

"It's not expensive. Think about it, if a relative died without leaving a will... If you could talk to them, there's a good chance they'd inherit something. The most important benefit is that the deceased won't keep secrets. Everything they know will be revealed under magical control. Oh, and you can't summon the undead out of thin air; you need a corpse, and preferably one whose brain hasn't decayed."

"You mean... you can ask the secrets of the dead?"

"Yes," the magician replied. "Don't look at me like that. I accept mercenaries, but I don't fight."

"What if the deceased...isn't my relative?"

"I will keep it a secret for my employer." The magician smiled. "Of course, a thousand florins is a reasonable price for keeping quiet."

"Besides this, what other services can you provide?"

"Well..." The magician was stumped. "I think I can still control the zombies. For a short period of time, to allow the deceased to complete... the work they should have completed but haven't yet completed. Well, of course, it can't be too long. For example, in this weather, it'll only take three or four days."

"I think I'll need your services in the future, how can I get in touch?"

"Three florins and I'll give you the contact information."

After completing the transaction, Thomas walked back and forth on the street to kill time. It was not until noon that the stall owner who had traded with Dierko closed his stall and went home.

As expected, the stall owner bought spices, oils and other ritual necessities on his way back.

In order to please the gods, spices and ointments are always needed in religious ceremonies.

Although this is not a hard requirement for the ritual, it is a "software" requirement. Apart from other things, Christians need these auxiliary materials when performing rituals.

As for what it is used for, it is obvious.

Thomas was hanging behind the stall owner from a distance. Suddenly, his mental field sensed something.

When I looked over, I saw five or six men and women dressed in aristocratic attire coming from the other side of the street.

Damn... these five or six... are all elites!

Are there so many elite troops now? Thomas found it a little incredible. When did Novgorod become so powerful?

The person leading the group was wearing a veil and was a young woman.

A group of people passed by. Thomas stopped and turned to look at their backs.

"Master Fox Wolf!" someone from the small group said after they had walked a short distance. "That person was still looking at us."

"Oh." The leading woman replied nonchalantly.

"Do you want me to dig out his eyes?" the subordinate asked politely.

"Ha... He's just a passerby, attracted by me. We should be a little more tolerant... But..." The fox wolf laughed. "How about this, I'll count to three. If he still keeps looking at me after three, I'll gouge his eyes out."

She said it lightly.

Chapter 210 Magician 2

However, Thomas had something else to do.

Even though he thought these people were a bit strange, he didn't stare at them for long. He quickly turned around and followed the stall owner again.

A storm disappeared into thin air.

After a while, Thomas finally arrived at a village on the outskirts of the city.

Unlike those orthodox villages with guarded walls, this is a small village with only seven or eight houses in total.

Moreover, the houses are not big, giving off a sense of "temporary residence".

Thomas observed the place for a long time and even checked out the surrounding area before leaving.

An afternoon passed in a flash.

At dusk, the magician lit a bonfire.

I have been in Novgorod for half a year, but unfortunately I have gained nothing.

But I'm unwilling to leave like this.

He had received quite accurate information from a colleague before... In Novgorod, a powerful remnant of the old times appeared several years ago.

The kind of powerful creature that could force the Kyiv Church to seek aid from the entire Christian world.

Every magician knew what this meant - there was a high possibility that a dimensional channel had appeared in Novgorod that allowed for stable communication with the other world, or an "anchor point" connecting the two worlds.

Although this "anchor point" will eventually be repaired by the world itself over time, repair takes time.

During this period of time, it is very likely that some less powerful remnants of the old times will come into this world.

This world has bestowed a terrible curse upon magicians, so the remnants of the old times, which are incompatible with humans, have become a lifeline for magicians.

The ultimate goal of most magicians is to tame an Old One and borrow its power.

Therefore, Novgorod became a treasure land in the eyes of magicians.

Unfortunately, he arrived too late.

When I came here, I found that there were too many colleagues here and the internal competition was too intense.

The reason why he stayed here was not because he was still holding on to some kind of luck, but simply because he had no idea where to go.

At least... Novgorod doesn't discriminate against magicians.

I can still stay here, so I'm not in a hurry to leave.

But it seemed that fate really favored him, and today, he accidentally got this "nameless book".

The book has a white cover, and the first half tells some mythological stories that sound interesting but have no special value.

But the second half gives some detailed...real knowledge and secrets.

There are specific meditation practice methods, some concepts and precautions of basic magic, and... about that nameless god.

An immortal god who walks the world disguised as a human.

Possesses the power of healing and magic.

The book confidently stated that this deity possessed some kind of authority to control the magic web and could allow magicians to cast spells without paying a price.

In other words, it can allow the magician to recover after casting a spell and cast the spell again.

As long as a person has the most basic common sense, he will not believe this nonsense.

If this were true, this nameless god would have long been the god of all magicians in Russia... no, all magicians in the world.

Not to mention that this god has very low requirements and neither tests your moral bottom line nor your wallet.

It is totally unimaginable that there is a magician who would reject such a god?

A god who doesn't make harsh demands, but can restore your spells.

But since he had never heard of this god before, it was enough to prove that this was completely fabricated.

Although I know very well in my heart that this nameless god is completely fabricated and cannot be trusted.

But that did not affect his preparation of all the things needed for the sacrifice.

Any magician would do that!

According to the book, the nameless god does not have strict requirements on the time of sacrifice, but still has preferences.

The preferred time is between the first and second hours after sunset.

Converted into daily habits, it is about one hour after dinner.

My favorite place is open air.

However, this time the magician did not plan to perform the sacrifice in the wild. He planned to do it near his residence.

Although he was fully prepared, he did not have much confidence.

This was more of a preliminary magical experiment than a religious ceremony of preparation.

Spices, ointments, and offerings...

The sacrifice was simple, just a wild bird.