A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Thomas's current status is at the "ordinary person" level.

In fact, it is a little worse than ordinary people, but it can still be considered at this level. After all, there are normal fluctuations within each level.

Among ordinary people, there are those who are a little luckier and more respectable, and there are also those who are not so lucky and not so respectable.

But if the curse becomes stronger next time, Thomas will definitely be reduced to the "beggar" level.

Below the beggar level, there is another level, which Louis calls the "patient" level. It is usually seen in those unfortunate people who are seriously ill and dying.

There is nothing below that.

In other words, they are all dead!

"Tsk!" Thomas said. "I'm going back to my room to get ready. When I leave, I'll leave this to you!"

"As you wish, my lord," Louis said.

Thomas returned to the room and spread out the map.

Carefully consider the route you plan to take from beginning to end.

Finally, his eyes fell on the map, his destination.

Fortress Mountain Monastery!

According to legend, this is the location of the Red Girls' treasure.

Thomas had known about this treasure for a long time. He was involved in a series of events related to this treasure when he was still in the Chomutov Monastery.

Thomas at the time was tactful enough not to pay further attention to the matter.

Because this treasure is not something he can covet.

Vice President Conrad tried to get his hands on the treasure, but ended up with a miserable end.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, that's how it is!

Of course, even without paying further attention to the matter, Thomas still remembered the method to open the treasure.

Special place, special time, special way.

Things are different now.

Although the secret of this treasure has been revealed, surprisingly, the news has not been made public even today.

From the beginning to the end, it has been eight or nine years... almost ten years, right?

Thomas speculated that this was mainly due to the entanglement and tug of war among various parties.

The emperor, the duke and the church were wary of each other and restrained each other.

Simply put, the stakes are too big and the spoils are not evenly divided, so no one can open the treasure.

Secondly, it is very costly to open this treasure.

Not just anyone can open it.

It requires a seventh-level magic "Phase Gate" or "Transportation" to open.

A seventh-tier spell is no ordinary item. Even the famous "Divine Revelation" is only an eighth-tier spell.

An eighth-level spell costs one million florins, so a seventh-level spell should cost one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand florins, right?

With all the forces pulling each other's strings, it is difficult to take action.

It’s a good bargain for Thomas!

He can already access the seventh layer of the magic network, and has also learned "Phase Gate" and "Transportation"!

Of course, if all parties had already reached an agreement, they would have quietly taken the lead in the past ten years when Thomas wasn't paying attention...

Thomas also did not lose out. After all, his most important goal was not the treasure in the secondary plane, but the secondary plane itself.

By using this thing, there is a high probability that the influence of the curse can be isolated.

Once isolated, the curse's effects will backfire on the curser.

Furthermore, although Thomas already possessed a private demiplane, this ninth-tier spell-created demiplane was unstable and could only last for a few decades at most. Having enjoyed the benefits of a private demiplane, Thomas needed to plan ahead and make preparations!

Chapter 329 Secret Ritual 1

Early winter morning.

The rain kept dripping down the eaves.

The water droplets hit the ground, shattered and splashed, but some also flew into the air, turned into water foam, and entered the mouth and nose with breathing.

The winter rain has been falling for two days.

Thomas stared out at the rain.

The hotels in the small town are naturally not as good as those in Rome.

The walls weren't painted white, but a slightly disgusting brownish-yellow, the kind that instinctively reminded one of excrement.

"Master!" Thomas suddenly turned around. "Can we get it done tonight?"

"Yes!" Radagast, who was sorting various medicinal herbs behind him, answered seriously.

"Will the rain stop today?"

"It will stop at dusk," said Radagast. "At nightfall we can begin."

"This rain is very troublesome!" muttered Thomas.

When people are unlucky, even drinking cold water will get food stuck in their teeth.

If it hadn't rained, Thomas would have completed the ritual two days ago.

He has been here for two days.

Radagast arrived a few days earlier than him. After all, Radagast did not go to Rome and did not waste time.

For a true master of magic, Radagast also had some travel experience and arrived just in time.

But no, Radagast had clearly stated that this ritual needed to be performed outdoors. Furthermore, it involved the element of fire. It couldn't be performed in the rain.

"It's quite troublesome!" Radagast said. "It's delayed us for two days. But, Grand Master, fortunately, our matter is not troublesome. The preparations are complete, and we can finish it all in one night!"

Thomas nodded.

Who is cursing me?

Are they members of the Star and Crescent Cult? Or members of the church? Or perhaps some distant deity they've never met?

Of course, it could also be someone else, such as the remnants of the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce, or even the Venetians!

Thomas had made quite a few enemies since he came into this world. At least eight thousand people had died because of him!

But he didn't show any remorse!

If anyone dares to curse him, he will definitely retaliate tenfold or a hundredfold!

Of course, if it was just one person, then forget it. Death is the end of the debt. We are civilized people and don't resort to the practice of punishing the entire clan. At most, the entire family will be killed. But if it was an organization, they would definitely do everything they could to seek revenge.

We must uproot them and completely exterminate them.

Serve as a warning!

Time passes and the sun sets.

The innkeeper was a middle-aged widow who was quite respectful to both Thomas and Radagast.

He delivered dinner promptly, but ignored the tools and herbs in the room and didn't ask any annoying questions.

Just as Radagast had predicted, the rain stopped at dusk.

Under the cover of night, the two men walked on the still somewhat soft ground and came to the wilderness.

In this era, fertilization technology was not yet widespread, and the soil's fertility could not withstand long-term cultivation. Therefore, "rotational farming" was prevalent. Farmland was generally divided into two, three, or even more plots, and cultivated in rotation. As a result, even the farmland surrounding the town was still overgrown with weeds and thorns.

Thomas had already put on his eye patch - his naked eye vision at night couldn't really see very far, but his grayscale vision was not affected by light, so he could easily see the monastery in the distance.

Fortress mountain monastery.

A very ordinary monastery in Bohemia - the kind with a bit of history.

Similar to the Chomutov Monastery where Thomas was born, this is also a monastery designed and built according to the layout of a castle. However, it is also possible that it was originally a castle and later became a church monastery.

It was a medium-sized monastery, with not as many monks as the Chomutov Monastery, but still quite a few, at least two or three hundred.

Both this nameless town and the Fortress Mountain Monastery were now completely immersed in the night, without a trace of light.

Candles and lamp oil are valuable items these days.

Ordinary people, or even ascetics, would wash up and go to bed at night, and very few would light a lamp at night.

Radagast had already completed his arrangements on a flat area with sparse grass and trees in the wilderness.

Various materials were placed on the ground and arranged into a formation according to some mysterious pattern. Then, he began to perform the ceremony.

Thomas clearly saw the magical aura being released from all these materials, and finally slowly gathered together and woven into a magic!

This is the normal way magicians in this world cast spells.

It's definitely not like Thomas, who just casts a spell directly. Instead, he uses various rituals and materials to reduce his magic consumption.

This was not a regular spell. Judging from the intensity of the magical aura, Thomas believed that it was probably a fifth or sixth order spell, but should not exceed the seventh order.

In fact, it should have only consumed Radagast's power equivalent to a second-level spell.

Ultimately, it can only reduce consumption, not completely eliminate it! This magic may seem simple, but it takes two or three years of meditation to recover!

This is different from Gandalf.

Thomas saw this scene and understood something. Gandalf must have hidden something in his wizard's hut.

It could be a special magical item, or it could just be a remnant of the past!

No wonder I’m never allowed in!

This ritual spell lasted a long time and took a long time to end.

Radagast was pale and gasping for breath. His complexion was even more horrible than those miners or prisoners who had been underground for a long time without seeing the sun.

"Captain, it's done!" He pointed to a long rope in front of him.

It looked like an ordinary rope, tied into knots. A red flame burned at one end, but the flame was fixed to one end and could not spread along the rope like ordinary flames.

And above the rope, there was an illusory face suspended.

It’s hard to say what it is, except that the face is somewhat similar to a human’s, but it’s not human.

"what is this?"

"This is a spirit I summoned from a plane of existence," Radagast gasped. "It can answer your questions, giving absolutely true answers. But it can only answer yes or no. There are twenty knots here, meaning it can answer twenty questions. You can get your answers this way."

Thomas injected a ball of divine power into Radagast through the spiritual field.

The old magician's composure quickly returned, a look of surprise on his face. Thomas didn't know how much he had recovered, but...

It should make up for the price he paid for casting the spell for himself.

Thomas knew several high-level wizards, but Radagast was the only one who was willing to cast spells for him without asking anything of Thomas.

Thomas came to the spirit and stared at it for a long time.

"Has anyone put a curse on me?" he asked.

The author says:

Author's words: Thank you to my fellow readers Yeye and Wudi Zhanlong for the rewards. I haven't seen them for several days.

Excuse me.

One more chapter today.

Chapter 330 Secret Ritual 2

The spirit's mouth opened and closed.

Although it didn't make any sound, you could tell from its mouth shape that it was answering "yes".

After making this reply, Thomas noticed that the flames on the rope immediately engulfed one of the knots and then stopped.