A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

This man looked ordinary, and his clothes and appearance were very ordinary, even inferior to those of an ordinary noble.

But he was covered in magical auras, and there was no telling how many magical items he had!

The first thing that can be accurately judged is the sword he wears. It is a magic sword.

The second is that there is a magic item on each of his upper arms.

There are also helmets, waist bags, chests...

The magic flag is just insignificant among them.

In this world, magical items are scarce.

Not to mention the practical ones, even the not-so-practical magic items are rare.

Basically, they can only be circulated in a small circle. Nobles and dignitaries are proud to collect one or two magical items.

Not to mention the small and medium-sized nobles, even the royal families of empires like Byzantium and the Holy Roman Empire did not have many collections of magical items.

For a specific member of the royal family, having one or two pieces is considered great.

After all, there are many members of the royal family.

Only the emperor himself, or the crown prince, would have the time to carry five or six magical items.

And this Grand Commander... although his name is Grand Commander, any fool can understand that he is actually at the level of an Earl.

I didn't expect to carry so many magical items with me.

Everyone who is well-informed knows that this Thomas, before becoming the Grand Commander, was an unknown little character who emerged from nowhere.

So there is only one answer to this question: the Pope.

Only the Holy Curia of Rome could produce so many magical items at once!

I'm afraid that this student of the Pope is really favored by the Holy See and is really treated as his own son.

With so many magical items, even if Thomas himself is only at the elite level, his combat power will not be inferior to that of a half-step protector of the country.

If the prince wants to solve the problem with violence, he may be choosing the wrong target.

The old man thought about it in his heart, but it was just his thought, he didn't say a word.

The prince walked out of the cabin and met one of his generals head-on.

"Your Highness, the grand commander is here, and his flag..." the officer asked anxiously.

"It must be a rumor," said the prince.

"Would you like to try it?"

"No need. I asked one of my advisors to take a look. There is indeed a magical flag, but it definitely doesn't have the power that the legend says it has. It must be a man-made exaggeration. You know, most ignorant people are like that."

"Is that advisor reliable?" the officer asked. "The one next to you?"

"He's a magician," the prince said with a hint of impatience. "Don't worry about his reliability. His Majesty found him for me. He's bound by a magical oath and can neither leave me nor deceive me. He's reliable until I die."

Of course, the old man would play word games from time to time and try to be cunning, but that was just a minor issue, wasn't it?

"Get ready to sail!" The prince went up on deck. Everyone was there and they could set off.

Since Thomas said that the Knights' army will join us in a few days, let's believe him.

Anyway, the commander-in-chief is already on his ship.

Don’t worry that the Knights’ army won’t arrive!

The prince suddenly noticed that over at the harbor, a flock of birds seemed to be startled and flew into the sky screaming.

"What is that?" He glanced at it casually.

The figure flying overhead did not look like a seabird, but rather like some kind of hawk or falcon.

However, the other people nearby didn't see anything and didn't say anything.

But this was a very small matter, and the prince didn't care whether anyone answered after asking.

The figure flew very high and swept across the sky at an extremely fast speed, disappearing in an instant.

A few hours later, on the highest terrace of the seaside castle, Ferdinand stretched out his hands towards the sky.

The falcon in the sky swooped down and landed on his arm.

There is a small mailbox attached to the eagle's claws.

After reading the letter, a barely perceptible smile appeared on the man's face.

The prey finally took the bait!

He immediately stood up, left the terrace, and walked straight to the castle where the Grand Master lived.

The door of the Grand Master's room was not closed. Someone was talking to the Grand Master, or rather, someone was being scolded by the Grand Master!

"Useless! You can't even do such a simple thing..."

"...The consequences of this matter are not something you can bear..."

Ferdinand walked in without hesitation, and saw the old man, the Grand Master, getting furious.

To be honest, just by looking at the energy with which he scolded people, you could tell that he could live for at least another ten years—assuming he didn't die suddenly from anger!

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Chapter 103: Join the Army 3

The Grand Master ignored Ferdinand's arrival and continued to scold the people kneeling below.

I had a vague impression of this person. If I remembered correctly, he was a spy sent by the sect to Rhodes Island.

Now that Christianity and the Crescent Moon Cult are fighting each other in the Mediterranean, both sides naturally have spies infiltrating the enemy camp.

There are also professional intelligence organizations like Wolf's Den fanning the flames.

Cold War, Hot War, and Intelligence Station, the three have always been inseparable.

Seeing that the Grand Master was busy with his work, Ferdinand didn't want to disturb him and could only stand aside and watch patiently.

After all, there is still a little time.

However, the grandmaster didn't just scold, he also beat while scolding.

He just waved his cane and hit the other person on the body and back again and again.

The kneeling man didn't dare to dodge and could only take the beating.

The other people around were all silent, and dared not speak up to stop the Grand Master.

Listening to the Grand Master's curses, Ferdinand roughly understood what had happened. He was afraid that this intelligence officer had messed up.

It can also be said that the grandmaster messed up.

It seems that the Grand Master arranged for a national protector to go to Rhodes Island as an assassin, intending to kill people and steal treasures - kill the captain named Thomas and seize his magical magic flag.

This spy is responsible for a series of auxiliary tasks such as reception, intelligence, and post-disaster relief.

And the result... things went wrong.

It’s not that the assassination attempt on the Grand Commander failed - because as a national defender, even if the assassination failed, at least he could escape.

But the assassination failed before it even began.

Because the spy actually arranged the assassin to do another thing while he was lying in wait for the opportunity to assassinate.

He spent a large sum of money to bribe a merchant, disrupting a business deal of the Knights, and then arranged for assassins to kill the merchant and recover the money.

This is not a wrong thing in itself. It is natural for a patriot to do such a thing.

Not to mention that after killing the businessman, not only can you get your money back, but you can also take the businessman's original property.

It seemed like a profitable business no matter how you looked at it, but it ended up in big trouble.

The protection of the country is gone forever.

There was no news from the merchant either.

This kind of thing could not be concealed, so the spy had to run back and report to the grand master.

The disappearance of a national protector is no small matter, so the Grand Master arranged for someone to use prophetic magic to investigate.

The answer is that the ship was destroyed and everyone died.

Yes, the worst possible situation occurred, and people were pushed to the edge, so they all wanted to die together.

If it's on land, then it's naturally useless. Why would you want to perish together with a protector of the country? If dying together can defeat the protector of the country, then the protector of the country is not that valuable!

But if you're on a ship, the situation is different. Because ships these days basically have guns and cannons. And with guns and cannons, there's gunpowder.

If you push them too far and set off a powder keg, things will be difficult to predict.

Unfortunately for him, Huguo would not be able to survive under such circumstances.

As a result, the worst result occurred. The Order suffered heavy losses, and hundreds of thousands of florins given to the merchants (originally planned to be taken back immediately) sank directly to the bottom of the sea.

He also lost a national defender.

In fact, hundreds of thousands of florins are not a big deal, but a protector of the country... that is not comparable to hundreds of thousands of florins!

When something like this happens, someone must be held responsible.

The Grandmaster obviously wouldn't take responsibility. After all, although he had sent the person, it wasn't to kill the merchant. It was his subordinates who acted on their own and caused such a big mess.

So the spy named Ali was in big trouble.

But after a while, Ferdinand saw it.

Even though the Grand Master beat and scolded him and hit him with a stick, and the beatings were quite hard, he had no intention of killing him.

If you want to kill, then just beat and scold him and then call someone to do it.

Obviously, in the judgment of the Grand Master, this Ali is still useful and cannot die.

Well, his operations in Rhodes Island were effective. At least the intelligence on the Knights was transmitted on time. If someone else were in charge, I'm afraid everything would have to start from scratch, and work efficiency would be reduced for a long time.

At this point in time, it is very unfavorable for the cause of the sect.

In addition, although this matter is mixed with some personal motives, it is ultimately a public matter.

He didn't do anything wrong, he was just unlucky.

The Grand Master looked so furious, but in fact he was just embarrassed to sheath his sword.

"Grandmaster," Ferdinand advised. "Although Ali made a grave mistake and caused serious damage... we are in urgent need of manpower right now, and we don't have much spare energy to care about Rhodes Island..."

"Don't have much energy left?" The old man stopped beating and scolding, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yes, after waiting for so long, the prey finally took the bait!" said Ferdinand.

"Go back!" The Grand Master yelled, and Ali immediately crawled out of the room.

"You guys, go down too!" the Grand Master said to the others.

In the blink of an eye, there were only two people left in the room.

"What are the chances of success?" asked the Grand Master.

"Of course the chances of winning are 100%, but how much we can achieve depends entirely on God's blessing," Ferdinand said.

"Very good, then do it." The Grand Master lowered his eyes and said.

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thump... thump...

To the sound of war drums, rows of soldiers lined up, walked off the boat in an orderly manner, and then formed a formation in front of the city wall.

Smyrna, also known as Izmir, is the largest port city in Asia Minor, without a doubt.

It is the terminus of the ancient Silk Road.

No other explanation is needed, these two points alone can clearly illustrate the importance and wealth of this city.

The city walls that protect this city are worthy of its status.

At this time, thousands of defenders had appeared on the wall, nervously watching the enemy approaching below.