A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

If his father wasn't the Governor, if this was a real life-or-death battle...

Then what cut across his neck was definitely not a palm, but a sharp blade.

He would surely die.

In fact, considering how long he'd been immobilized, even a hundred or eighty hits wouldn't be a problem, let alone one. At that level, he'd be minced into pieces, let alone killed!

How is it possible...how can there be such a level of power?

Unless it is... Unless it is...

Suddenly, little Balbo turned around and looked at Joseph's receding figure.

Unfortunately, Joseph's steps were so fast that his back had disappeared at the city gate... He had already returned to the city!

In the city, Joseph didn't walk far before he met Louis.

Louis, however, seemed to be strolling along the street, looking left and right as if searching for something.

"What's the matter, Louis?" Joseph asked.

"Ah, Master Joseph." Louis recognized him. "It's nothing, I'm just looking around."

This is Thomas's secret mission, looking for those who are particularly lucky on the street.

Especially the patrolmen.

Thomas couldn't do anything else, but if he met a soldier with great luck, he would definitely get the teacher to transfer to the Knights.

Unfortunately, Louis only now realized that whether people are extremely lucky or extremely unlucky, there are not many people who can tell the truth.

"How is the Grand Commander?"

"Oh, he said he was going to make a potion today and asked me not to disturb him."

Joseph was slightly surprised.

After the Protectorate, the potion was actually no longer of much use.

Because the greatest use of magic potions is to heal hidden injuries and stimulate potential. But after protecting the country, his physical fitness surpasses that of a normal person, and he will hardly have any hidden injuries, nor will he have much potential to stimulate. Under the blessing of the magic network, all problems are no longer a problem.

But I don't understand. But fortunately, Joseph doesn't need to understand!

The author says:

Author's words: Thanks to the reader Charlie Brown for the two rewards, I will add more today.

Chapter 234: Protectors of the Nation 3

On the other side, in a luxurious mansion in a manor outside the city.

Governor Balbo is receiving a secret guest.

This is his mansion.

It was normal. As the Doge of Venice, he had the financial resources to arrange a residence for himself in Rome.

After the meeting, Governor Balbo was in a good mood.

Because it solved a problem, a hidden danger.

Being in a good mood, he casually asked the servant about the young master's movements.

He had several sons. The eldest son was serving in the Venetian army and was not with him, but the second son, little Balbo, was very troublesome, so he had to be kept by his side to avoid any trouble.

Speaking of his son, the Governor had both joy and sorrow. He was happy because his son was indeed extremely talented in martial arts.

At such a young age, he was already known as the bravest warrior in Venice. Although this title was more or less due to his position as the Doge, if he didn't have real skills, he wouldn't have been able to achieve such a title even if his father was the Doge.

What worries me is that this son is very good at causing trouble.

Although the problem can basically be solved in the end thanks to my father's status, this is not a solution!

Others boasted that little Balbo had the potential to protect the country in the future.

But Governor Balbo disagreed.

It might be possible to protect the country halfway, but protecting the country is too difficult.

He knew that in the entire Christian world, there were probably only a few protectors of the nation - this was based on the premise that protectors of the nation had a long lifespan, two or three times that of an ordinary person.

This is why the Knights of Rhodes announced that if they killed a protector of the country, the Grand Master would be appointed a cardinal by the Pope.

It was a huge achievement, and killing a national defender was like winning a great war!

"The young master returned before dark, just as you were meeting your guests. He went straight into his room without saying a word and locked the door. The maid asked him if he wanted dinner, but he didn't respond."

"Ah." Governor Balbo is his biological father, and he immediately understood what happened to this kid.

Go out and provoke others and get taught a lesson!

This kind of thing happened more than once. After all, little Balbo was not born invincible. When he first started practicing martial arts, he also suffered many losses.

But his father was the governor, so even if others won, they wouldn't dare to kill him. So this gave him the opportunity to make a comeback.

Every failure would lead to Balbo's more fanatical efforts, until he finally defeated his opponent and washed away the shame.

"Is he hurt?"

"No, there's no blood on his body, and there's no sign of injury."

"Okay, let that kid be quiet for a while!" The governor didn't care.

The next day at breakfast, little Balbo came to his father.

He obviously hadn't slept all night, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Father, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Balbo asked while eating a steak, not realizing what the other party meant.

"I want to join the Knights of Rhodes Island!" said little Balbo.

The steak fell to the ground, but Governor Balbo seemed not to notice.

"What did you say? You want to join... the Knights Templar?" The Governor found that the corners of his mouth were twitching uncontrollably.

"Yes."

"why?"

"I think maybe I can learn more in the Knights!"

"You..." Governor Balbo was confused. "You fought with Captain Thomas? That's not right. I heard he stayed in his quarters and never left the house!"

He suddenly sneered.

"This is not a good choice unless you want to be the Grand Master!"

Nowadays, for the children of nobles, especially the second son, third son, illegitimate son, etc., becoming a monk is a good choice.

For some, it's even the best option.

Joining the Knights Templar is also a form of monasticism.

"Me? As the Grand Commander?" Little Balbo was puzzled.

"Son, you should know something about the Knights Templar," the Governor said patiently. "A few years ago, the Knights Templar was in turmoil, on the verge of disintegration. Under those circumstances, you could indeed have been the Grand Master."

The son of the Doge of Venice becomes the Grand Master of the Knights Templar. I guess the Knights Templar will welcome it!

Without saying anything else, getting a strong foreign aid is a real benefit.

"But now... it's not like a few years ago!" Little Balbo still didn't understand.

The Knights Templar are now thriving, completely different from before!

In the past, any nobleman who wished to join the Order would be welcomed with open arms. Now, they had to undergo an examination before being allowed to join.

"Don't you understand yet? Why has the situation of the Knights become like this?" The Governor was very disappointed.

"what do you mean?"

"It's all thanks to Thomas alone!" the Governor snorted. "Grandmaster Thomas is the key to everything!"

Anyone can see that.

From being in turmoil to dominating the area, the key lies in the newly appointed leader!

If there must be another reason, it is that the Pope gave full support and gave Thomas two artifacts!

But then again, the Knights Templar were established hundreds of years ago, and the Pope never gave any artifacts to the previous Grand Master.

So in the final analysis, Thomas is still the best.

Being able to convince the Pope to grant the divine weapon is also his ability!

After all, fighting and killing, charging into battle are skills, strategizing and commanding the three armies are skills, and having enough connections and persuasiveness to get foreign aid is also a skill!

"Or perhaps you could put it this way..." Governor Balboa made it clear, so his foolish son wouldn't get it. There were no outsiders present anyway. "Once Thomas dies, the Knights will be reduced to their original form!"

"But..." Thomas is not in his seventies or eighties, and is only a few years older than little Balboa. He is still far from death at this age!

"Hmph!" The governor snorted again.

"Are you going to attack Thomas?" The silly son finally understood.

"Me? Of course not!" This time, Governor Balbo smiled. "Even though I have a fleet with me, I'll be gone in a few days after finishing my business. How will I proceed? Lead the army to attack Rome? Or wait for Thomas to arrive? The sea is vast! Not to mention the shipping lanes, where merchant ships and warships pass by all the time."

"But..." His voice changed.

"This doesn't affect my ability to inform others of his whereabouts, right?"

"But the Knights are very strong!" said little Balbo.

"Yes, Thomas is very strong. It is said that with the magic weapon in hand, his combat effectiveness will not be inferior to that of a protector of the country. Let's count him as a protector of the country for the time being." The governor said slowly.

"But in this world, defending the country doesn't mean being invincible!"

"We can overwhelm you with our numerical superiority, or we can use the national defense against the national defense!"

The Governor patted his son's shoulder. "After a while, you can leave for Rhodes Island and join the Knights Templar. After all, by then... perhaps you'll be able to compete for the position of Grand Master!"

Chapter 235: Protectors of the Nation 4

At dusk, the wasteland outside the town.

Dozens of Turkic cavalry were wandering there.

This is a small town outside Smyrna. It is called a small town because it has a city wall, so it is also appropriate to call it a small city.

It is considered an outpost of the Knights.

The soldiers stationed in the town had already closed the city gates.

During this period, Seljuk cavalry had been appearing from time to time.

They didn't attack the city, didn't destroy it, didn't plunder it, they didn't do anything at all. But even if they didn't do anything, they still put enormous pressure on the small city.

Not to mention the small towns, even Smyrna could feel the pressure.

The Seljuks are a great power after all!

Everyone knows that the Seljuks' attention is now on the eastern border, but no one knows when they will make a comeback.

On the top of the city wall, Andrea looked at the Turkic cavalry on the high slope in the distance.

The cavalry dismounted in a dignified manner to rest, and even started to make a fire to cook. Some of them were visible, while others were hiding behind the gentle slope.

Basically, we can judge that there are only dozens of people, no more than a centurion.

There are more than a hundred knights in the city, so we are not afraid if a real fight breaks out.

However, no one can guarantee whether this is a disguise.

They may have hidden more soldiers in the distant woods, setting a trap and waiting for the prey.

"Come, bring my horse." Andrea ordered.

"Sir! What are you doing..." The captain in charge of defending the small town was shocked.

Andrea is a high-ranking member of the Knights Templar, and he is actually here to inspect the area around the outpost.

"Just a few cavalrymen, I can handle them alone." Andrea said.