A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

This is how he got his nickname "Red Dragon".

This person's face was also like a dragon, with a long face. Although it was definitely not handsome, it was very majestic.

He was wearing a very simple robe, but hanging on the robe were many decorations that were obviously very valuable.

He wore a scimitar on his waist. The scabbard was unremarkable, but the handle of the scimitar was decorated with large gems.

I always feel like a nouveau riche showing off but not knowing how to do it.

Of course, the Gwalan family is also a nouveau riche, but they are not much better than this guy.

All the necessary luxury is there.

The two sides took their seats as host and guest, and maids served drinks to everyone.

The drink is tea from the East.

"Really good," the Red Dragon said after taking a sip. "Being able to drink this every day shows that the Gwalan family's business is thriving."

"Haha, thanks to the prince's protection," Gwalan replied. "But it's been a while. You didn't come here just to say hello, did you? It's probably about the special envoy from the Wolf's Den, right?"

"We received an urgent call about this matter... I'm afraid the wolves from the Wolf's Den have all been captured by the special envoy, or possibly killed," he said. "So this matter... is a bit troublesome."

"Yes, it's a bit troublesome," Old Gwalan replied. "For us businessmen, these secret intelligence organizations are the most troublesome!"

"That's right," the red dragon drank it all in one gulp. "In that case, I'll take care of it."

Gwalan and his son all smiled.

"But... things can't be that simple!" said the Red Dragon. "After all, this is Wolf's Den's own business. For outsiders like us to get involved... there has to be a reason."

"reason?"

"Their property!" said the red dragon.

The several vicious wolves in the wolf's den have built up a considerable industry by relying on the convenient intelligence system.

Some industries are empty. Once the boss dies, the monkeys scatter and everything collapses.

But some industries are different.

For example, the One-Eyed Wolf has a small cargo terminal and a caravan, the Fox Wolf has a brothel, the Iron Wolf has a chamber of commerce, and so on.

As long as these things are taken over in time, they will all be geese that lay golden eggs.

I can barely earn tens of thousands of florins a year.

"There's always a benefit to saving people." The red dragon laughed.

Old Gwalan gave his eldest son a meaningful look.

Little Gwalan lowered his head obediently.

What is this? This is the difference in pattern!

You are only thinking about personal relationships and old relationships, but others can see the benefits at a glance!

Speaking of which, little Gwalan is not young anymore, but he still has the habits of a warrior and does not have the temperament of a businessman.

Fortunately, the family did not plan to continue doing business in the future, otherwise old Gevalan would probably have thought about changing the heir.

"Then...we'll split these things 50-50." said old Gwalan.

They have enough manpower to take over those industries, which is why the Red Dragon came here.

"Friendship is friendship, business is business, and the split is fine," Red Dragon said. "But you must cooperate with me to surround and kill that man!"

Old Gwalan pondered for a moment and weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

"Alright! After all, they're just a few elite warriors... maybe more than one. But I must warn you, if the envoy is killed, the Wolf's Den will definitely retaliate. The Wolf Lord... is no simple figure!"

"Don't worry! No matter how powerful the Wolf's Lair is, how many people can be deployed to Novgorod? After all, this is our territory!"

The Red Dragon sneered. "Besides, the prince is also considering the Wolf's Den. Perhaps it won't be long before..." He didn't finish his words, but the meaning behind them left everyone imagining endlessly.

In a private secondary plane.

Thomas sighed deeply, looking at the other party's large collection of money and jewelry.

“I didn’t expect… there would be so many!”

Putting aside the difficult-to-value jewels, there were tens of thousands of florins here alone. This was after dividing the spoils with the Blasphemous Knight.

In addition, these are just gold and silver jewelry. Many other things... such as caravans, docks, etc., are difficult to cash in.

Real estate deeds are slightly better, but also difficult to handle.

If you take some time to digest it slowly, 50,000 or 60,000 florins will be enough.

This wave of income is in no way inferior to the ten days I spent in Bohemia.

Honestly, meeting that magician here was truly a pleasant surprise. Otherwise, he wouldn't have understood the myriad things going on. There was no way he could have gotten so much money so easily.

After all, it's really hard to get information when you're alone.

Although the Blasphemy Knight is powerful, he is not good at tasks like gathering information.

However, with the magician's ability to make the dead speak, and temporarily control the corpse to make it move as if it were alive...

Then everything will be easy.

It's time to write a letter to the Wolf Lord and explain what happened here.

However, I still need to go out and check it one last time.

Chapter 233 Trap 1

After packing up his things, Thomas left his secondary plane through the space gate.

Outside the plane is a safe house in the city of Novgorod.

A seemingly ordinary house, the kind that belonged to a small businessman or a ruined nobleman.

But in fact, it is a safe house prepared by the evil wolves for themselves, specifically, it is a safe house prepared by the foxes for themselves.

Thomas walked out of his room and into the living room.

The four wolves sat on the sofa obediently.

The expression and movements are exactly the same: back straight, face slightly drooping, looking towards the ground, hands on knees.

Just like a primary school student listening attentively to the teacher's criticism.

"You look so weird like this. Others will notice something is wrong at a glance. Can't everyone have a different posture?" Thomas asked.

"Haha, sir, you're asking too much. This is my first time controlling four zombies, too. Furthermore, their heights, weights, and centers of gravity are all completely different. You have no idea how much energy it takes to control them." The magician, with a youthful face and weathered eyes, chuckled softly. "Being able to keep them like this is already quite good."

"All right," Thomas shrugged. "Here's your bonus: two hundred florins, or this magic book!"

"Thank you very much, sir." The magician took the nameless book without hesitation. He had flipped through the book before and knew it was genuine.

"How long can they stay like this?"

"In my experience, this temperature should last for a day or two," the magician shrugged. "Then every part of the body will slowly rot. If you're not particularly concerned, I suggest throwing them into the river. The Volkhov River doesn't mind a few more corpses anyway."

"But they are injured." Thomas knew he was wrong the moment he said it.

In that era, there was no investigative technology that could trace back the wounds on the body to find the murderer.

"You know, it's not important," the magician shrugged. "But I can bury them if you want. However, compared to this," he pointed at the four figures sitting at attention, "you should be more concerned with other things."

"Yes, I still have some questions."

"Please." The magician stood up. "Who do you want to ask?"

“Ask this woman,” Thomas said.

The magician threw a ball of powder of unknown composition and sprinkled it on the fox wolf. A glimmer of magic flashed, and then a herbal fragrance could be smelled.

"How did you kill the previous alpha wolf?"

"We borrowed twenty elite warriors from the Knights and the Gwalan family, then used false intelligence to lure him into a trap," Fox Wolf said coldly. "Twenty against one, it's easy to surround and kill him."

"Why kill him?"

"He's holding us back," said the Fox-Wolf. "He shouldn't be holding us back."

"What did he hinder you from doing?"

"Our secret...a trade. Slaves in exchange for potions for advancement."

"Why can slaves be exchanged for potions of advancement?"

"I don't know. This is Prince Yaroslav's secret. As long as you provide a slave, you can get the potion."

"Can't we find out this secret?"

"No, he used magic potions to bribe several Chude tribes. With those tribes blocking us, it's impossible to find out this secret."

"What are the current prices of those potions?"

"We sell it for 8,000 yuan, but we rarely sell it locally...it would be easily sold for more than 10,000 yuan elsewhere."

"Why would he hinder you?"

"It should be that the Wolf Lord asked him to investigate the source of this potion. This potion... seems to have made the Wolf Lord feel threatened."

"But... where did the rest of your money go? The money from selling potions, I mean."

"We haven't got it yet... We had to serve for three years to earn the annual quota promised by the prince. Starting next year, we will have our quota. The same goes for the Gwalan family. It's just that they got it before us. And the prince promised them more."

"Why can the Knights lend you their men?"

"Captain Luca has sworn allegiance to the prince. He is on our side."

"What on earth does that Prince Yaroslav want to do?"

"We can only guess that he wanted to raise an army and conquer Novgorod, or even Kiev."

"How can he organize it? There is no such opportunity within Ross!"

"It should be to build a fleet first, and then organize a large army of mercenaries overseas. This is just a guess, I don't know anything else."

Thomas let out a long sigh.

This wasn't the first time he'd asked, but the answer was always the same.

It's obvious that I'm caught up in a political struggle?

Many years ago, the Rurik royal family conquered all of Russia and granted cities to their family members, with Kiev being the nominal supreme ruler.

But Ross's territory, no matter how big it is, is limited. And human fertility is unlimited.

Therefore, there is no shortage of "landless princes" in the cities of Ross now.

In other words, there are actually many people who can be given the title of "Prince".

But no one knows through what channel he acquired the ability to create advancement potions.

Now this prince wants to... use the money he makes from selling potions to seize the position of Grand Duke for himself?

It is important to note that if the prince truly has a strong claim to rule, then he would be qualified to become the legitimate ruler simply by defeating the current Grand Duke and driving him out.

Such behavior is considered reasonable and even justified in this era.

As long as it does not turn into a protracted war, it will be difficult for external forces to interfere.

A typical example of this is the famous Normandy Conquest.

William the Conqueror did not attack England for no apparent reason. Rather, it was because the previous King of England had no heirs and had publicly promised William the right to inherit the throne. Therefore, William had a strong claim to the British throne.

With a strong claim, you can take the throne by driving out or killing the current ruler (and of course dealing with any other competitors).

But...the real key is not this.

Thomas had absolutely no interest in getting involved in such a political or even military coup.

This is not China, where we have to worry about whether kings, princes, generals or ministers are of different races.

Thomas didn't have Rurik's bloodline, so no matter what happened, he couldn't become a Grand Duke! Moreover, he was a member of the Knights Templar, so he had no chance of becoming a minor noble in a fiefdom.

"Where is this prince?"

"He's not here. There's only one agent he left here. Everyone calls him Red Dragon. He's a very greedy man."

"What did you do with that last scroll?"