A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"The Chude people are so weak, yet they dared to leave the tribe that protected them. They are courting death. They deserve to be taken as slaves by the Gwalan family!"

"The Gwalan family is weak, yet they dare to retaliate against me. This is also seeking death. They deserve to be exterminated."

"Your son and the Red Dragon led others to attack me. I had the right to retaliate, but I'm too magnanimous to do so. I didn't expect you to be so persistent and even bring in the Long Sword Princess. So, I can't be so lazy!"

Thomas shook the sacrificial knife in his hand.

The blade of the sacrificial knife looks like it is made of gold and shines brightly.

"Do you think you can do it?" Old Gwalan shouted angrily. "I have already sent people to the city. The reinforcements must have already set out and will be arriving soon."

"You dare to tell such a lie... You really are... As expected of a businessman." Thomas said with a relaxed smile. "But do you have the confidence to say such things?"

"what have you done?"

"Nothing," Thomas said. "We just sent an army to surround this place. Your messengers, unless they have wings, will never reach Novgorod."

"An army? You... Impossible, there's no way an army wouldn't be noticed in the city!"

No matter where the army came from, even if the Grand Duke's own army was persuaded by Shadow Wolf, it would be taboo to act on its own.

It would be fine if you ran to the edge of the Chud people's sphere of influence and attacked the trading post, but if you took action around the city of Novgorod, do you really think the Grand Duke is a lobster, deaf and blind?

The Grand Duke would know about it immediately, and he would definitely not turn a blind eye to something that would affect his rule.

Of course, if the Grand Duke himself wanted to deal with the Gwalan family, that would be another matter. However, if that were the case, there would be no need for Shadow Wolf to come to their door.

"I've definitely noticed," Thomas agreed. "But it seems the nobles in the city all hate you. Unless you do anything out of line, they're content to just watch from the sidelines."

"You!" Old Gevalan roared angrily, gripping his weapon tightly in his hand like an angry old lion.

His eyes were always looking behind Thomas, but the problem was that no one appeared behind Thomas.

It seemed like he came here alone.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Thomas, and no one noticed that someone was walking up to the terrace in mid-air.

The terrace and the room where everyone was were open, or perhaps this was intentionally left as the last escape route.

For some elite warriors, the fourth floor wasn't a formidable barrier. Many had jumped and survived.

But I never expected that the enemy would come from the terrace.

Silver Judgment!

In an instant, silver light swept across the terrace and into the entire room.

It looked more like the effect of Thomas' "Metal Storm" heavy machine gun fire in his previous life.

In just a moment, the people who were on high alert just now could only struggle in a pool of blood.

"You...you..." Old Gvaran fell to the ground and pointed weakly at Thomas.

Three silver judgments pierced through his body, one through the chest, one through the neck, and another through the abdomen.

He was luckier because at least he had a human form.

Most of the others turned into blood gourds.

The reason for this is that the Blasphemous Knight tried to avoid Thomas as much as possible to avoid accidental injury.

"Honestly, you should have run," Thomas laughed.

He now had some understanding. Protecting the country was indeed so rare that most people did not truly understand its terrifying nature.

The general consensus is that the standard for protecting a nation is one man against a thousand, but those stronger elites can also fight one against a hundred, so one protector of the nation is equivalent to ten elites. At least on paper, that's the conversion.

But this statement is actually very misleading.

Because the elite can defeat one hundred at a time, the "hundred" refers to ordinary soldiers. Even if there are core fighters, there cannot be many.

As for the one who protects the country, it is worth a thousand, but this "thousand" does not refer to ordinary soldiers.

Ordinary soldiers are certainly easier to deal with, but even if there are a large number of elite and middle-level fighters mixed in, the result will be the same.

Only by fighting face to face can you understand the difference between elite troops and national defenders more intuitively.

The Blasphemous Knight gasped for breath due to exhaustion, but no one in the room was still standing.

Chapter 254: Cutting the Grass and Eradicating Its Roots 3

Thomas raised his sacrificial knife and struck back, ignoring the woman and child.

After all, some of the moral values ​​from the previous life remained, and it made no difference to Thomas whether he killed them or kept them.

If it were before, he would have saved a few people at all costs to interrogate them for intelligence.

But no more.

"Magician, you can come up now!" Thomas shouted down.

A few minutes later, the magician in the black cloak entered the room cautiously.

There was no one alive in the room.

And fortunately, Old Gwalan was not only dead, but his head was not injured. This was exactly the most suitable target for the magician.

"Sir, what do you want to ask?" asked the magician.

"I will ask Old Gvaran myself. As for the others, you can ask them. Ask them where the money is hidden, and then ask them if they know about Prince Yaroslav's collusion with the remnants of the old times." Thomas said.

"Remnants of the old times?" The magician was shocked.

"Don't get your head around it," Thom warned. "That's no ordinary remnant of the old days."

"I know, sir. Being able to collude with humans... it must be something with advanced intelligence. Trying to use the power of that thing is courting death!" The magician replied immediately.

He began to pull his herbal bag from his pocket.

Inside the bag was the same herbal powder that Thomas had seen many times before.

"I've always had a question for you, wizard," Thomas asked. "How do you make the dead speak?"

"Oh, sir, if you know something about magic, you should know that there is a classic spell called 'Dialogue with the Dead'. There are also several other spells of the same type. For example, 'Necromancer', 'Control the Dead', 'Summon the Zombies', and so on..."

"I know, but those spells require energy."

"Oh, that's because I have mastered a special technique." The magician said with a smile.

"As long as the power of the magic network is channeled into this world, there should be a price to pay, right?"

"You're quite right. Even though I can't channel the power of the Weave without paying a price, the situation is completely different from another perspective. Many magicians can immerse certain objects in the Weave, allowing them to contain a certain amount of Weave energy. Usually, these are parts of animals or plants."

"Ah, is this still possible?"

"Yes. However, each item can only absorb a small portion of the power within the magic network, so a single item is meaningless. You need to combine them correctly," the magician said. "If you adjust the proportions correctly, then with these tools, you can use some of the power of the magic network without paying the price."

"No wonder... I remember many people saying that magicians would boil a big pot of medicine or something." Thomas suddenly realized.

"Many magicians' main job is to find recipes through various methods. Steaming is indeed a very common method," the magician said. "However, this method is far less flexible than casting spells. Moreover, the specific recipes are a secret that each magician keeps secret."

"I see." Thomas shrugged and motioned for the other party to continue.

The magician sprinkled the powder on old Gwalan's face, and after a few seconds, old Gwalan immediately sat up with a stiff movement.

"Where did Prince Yaroslav's potion come from?"

"From a certain Chud tribe in Estonia. But I don't know the details." Old Gvalan's voice was mechanical, without any inflection. "I've heard bits and pieces from various sources. I think he's the patron saint of a certain tribe."

"The tribe's patron saint? More specifically, what is that patron saint?"

"I do not know."

"What tribe?"

"I do not know."

"Were the slaves also sent to that tribe?"

"should be."

"Then why don't you know the exact location?"

"Each time I can only escort the slaves halfway, because the prince's men will transport them away along the way."

"So, the slaves were... eaten or sacrificed?"

"I am not sure."

"Where did Princess Long Sword go?"

"I don't know, but she must have another mission. She's just stopping here for a short while."

"Where's all your money?"

"In the vault in the basement."

"How do I open the vault..."

When Thomas asked, the magician had already started his work. As before, he would register the deceased's wealth one by one and hand it to Thomas.

After it was completely dark, Thomas walked along the road to the edge of the dock.

Over there, an entire army was lined up in battle formation, blocking the way.

He had not lied before, he really mobilized an army to blockade and surround the entire private dock.

It was none other than the Grand Duke of Kiev's troops here.

The cities of Rus were feudal, nominally ruled by the Grand Prince of Kiev, but in reality each city acted independently. But for some unknown reason, the Grand Prince of Kiev had an army here.

I guess it's the result of some kind of compromise in a political struggle.

Before leaving, the Grand Master gave Thomas the documents for dispatching the army.

And now, Thomas used this document to mobilize the army and surround the dock.

They were not needed for the actual action, but if they had not intercepted the messenger, things would have turned out completely differently.

"Oh, isn't this Lord Shadow Wolf?" When Thomas appeared, an officer came forward to greet him. "Is the matter settled?"

"Yes, General, we're grateful for your help this time." Thomas held up a bag. "Here's 12,000 florins, your reward for this operation. I can't let your efforts go in vain."

Although he had the documents to dispatch troops, Thomas himself was not appointed as the supreme commander and could not take over military power. In other words, the other party could choose to accept Thomas' orders.

The fact that the other party agrees immediately is a sign of politeness, and you need to reciprocate.

The commander's eyes swept over Thomas and the others.

There was no bulging luggage - the only large purse was a gift to them.

In other words, Thomas came here to find something, or to find out some information, or maybe even to kill someone, not for money.

Even if something was taken away, it was only a small amount.

A smile immediately spread across his face. "Of course, Lord Shadow Wolf, thank you for your generosity."

"The messenger coming out from over there..."

"Don't worry, they've all gone where they're supposed to go," the commander said with a smile. "There's no way they'll go wrong."

"That's good. Thank you for your help this time." Thomas waved his hand and signaled others to follow him and leave.

Watching Thomas walk away, the commander finally burst into laughter.

"All right, children, hurry up! All the treasures of the Gwalan family will belong to us!"

He has been coveting this matter for a long time.

The Gwalan family is undoubtedly the new rich in the city, and the slave trade they engage in is recognized as a highly profitable (but high-risk) business.

Otherwise, how could he agree to Thomas' request so easily?

Chapter 255 Saruman

The three of them walked away along the street.

Over there, the horses are already prepared.

"Sir, you really are a bit...evil-minded." The magician suddenly said.

"It's not malicious intent; it's just a case of willing individuals taking the bait," Thomas said calmly. "The general's greed and eagerness are written all over his face."

As a rule, the general would accept the documents from Thomas to prove the legality of his actions.