A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Any disease takes time to develop, so it cannot be cured by a sword at close range. But poison can take effect quickly.

Once both are achieved, these plague bringers will be able to run rampant everywhere.

"Sir, I just got a good thing that may be helpful to your new poison research." The woman in black suddenly stood up and spoke.

"what?"

"A man with excellent physical talent, who can be used to test poisons. However..."

"But what?"

"He claimed to be an envoy sent by the Lord of Sela City. Although he couldn't produce any evidence, I feel that this person is very likely telling the truth."

"Lord of Sela? I heard two years ago that Sela City changed hands, and that the Christians had captured it... But who's a Lord of Sela?" The witch waved her hand indifferently. "Let alone a mere Lord of Sela? Even if the Grand Master of the Holy Land Knights arrived, I'd decide their fate! Bring them here so I can see them. If they're suitable, I'll give you a great deed!"

"Thank you, master!" The woman in black was overjoyed.

……

After daybreak, Thomas went to the goldsmith in the city.

I heard from Giuliano yesterday that there are some very skilled craftsmen here.

As for Smyrna and Rhodes Island, his target was too obvious as the Grand Commander, so it was not easy to directly ask gold and silver craftsmen to make them.

Along the way, I didn't go to any big cities, and I didn't hear about any goldsmiths with excellent skills.

It was somewhat unexpected that there were skilled gold and silver craftsmen in this place.

But this kind of thing can only be said to be a matter of luck.

Thomas walked in and saw a middle-aged man sitting in the store.

"Hello, sir, how can I help you?" The shopkeeper obviously had a good eye and could see the aura of wealth from Thomas at a glance.

Rich people and poor people may seem to have two eyes, a nose and a mouth, but there are differences in their expressions and temperaments.

It's just like those fallen nobles who are still looked up to and often intimidate others.

"I heard that there are craftsmen with excellent skills here?"

"Thank you for the compliment, sir." The middle-aged man looked very proud. Obviously, he was very confident in his craftsmanship.

"Do you have any work to prove your craftsmanship?"

"Of course, my lord, please look this way."

In this era, goldsmiths did not place their works on glass counters for customers to view and choose at will.

Instead, they will hide it and only show and recommend it to real customers when they come to the store.

He took out several gold products, including gold bowls and cups for daily use, as well as some handicrafts, gold sculptures, gold jewelry, etc.

It was indeed unique. Even someone like Thomas, who had experienced the impact of the information age in his previous life, thought it was quite good.

"Very good," Thomas said, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. "I want something like this made of pure gold."

The goldsmith took the paper and asked, "Sir, you wish to make a scale?"

"Yes."

"A balance like this..." The goldsmith looked at the blueprint, which was marked with every detail. From experience, he knew that crafting such a complex object was a tedious task. "It would be expensive. If you prefer, I suggest a different one..."

"I want this!" Thomas said. "How much is it, including the raw materials?"

"Five hundred dinars!" the goldsmith pondered for a long time and replied.

"Very well, I'll give you 600 florins!" Thomas replied. "But there may be some minor adjustments to the details, so be prepared!"

"Of course, no problem!" The customer's generosity made the goldsmith agree immediately.

Both dinars and florins were common currencies and easily convertible. Six hundred florins was roughly equivalent to five hundred and fifty dinars, meaning the other party had simply given an extra fifty dinars.

This is a big deal.

"How long will it take to complete?"

"There are a lot of parts. I think it will take a month."

"No problem." Thomas casually pulled out a purse. "Three hundred florins, as a deposit!"

The goldsmith immediately produced a document, establishing the contract and signing the agreement. Each of them had a copy.

"By the way, I want to ask you something." Thomas asked after finishing his work.

"Ask as much as you like, sir," said the goldsmith.

"I heard there's an unnamed ancient city ruin in the southeast?"

"Sir, you want to go there? I suggest you don't go!"

"What? It's just a ruin!"

"You might not know this, but that place is known as the 'Plague Land.' Anyone who's been there comes back seriously ill. Not long ago, the city lord even quarantined several people who'd been there!"

"What about those people?"

"Of course they are all dead!" The goldsmith spread his hands.

"Why is that place so dangerous? Is there a source of plague there? I heard there's a quagmire there with a terrible stench that makes people sick... Others say there are poisonous insects there. Of course, there are other theories as well."

"Oh, you've asked the right person!"

"So you know the truth?"

The goldsmith looked around and said, "Sir, to be honest, some people from that area once came to my place to make some gold and silver utensils! So I know something about the situation."

"Oh? What's going on over there?"

"I can confirm that there's an evil spirit lurking there that can control the plague. Anyone who gets close will be in danger of death!"

Chapter 8 Evil God 3

"Evil elf?" Thomas looked puzzled.

"Yes... the people of several surrounding villages all worship Him!" the goldsmith continued. "They no longer even acknowledge the true God!"

"How could this happen!" Thomas was a little confused.

Obeying the orders of a magician specializing in plagues is different from worshipping him as a god.

Could it be that the villagers are so ignorant that they regard the magician as a god?

It’s not impossible!

"Really! If you don't believe me, you can... Well, sir, I know this has piqued your curiosity. But I assure you, your life is more important than curiosity."

"Do the villagers in those villages... have any contact with the city? Oh, I mean, do they have much contact?"

"Not many. Those villages are quite isolated," the goldsmith said. "But every few days, people would come to the city to sell crops, livestock, and other things, and also buy some necessities."

This makes sense.

Thomas nodded.

He decided to proceed with caution, as no one could tell what the magician's abilities were.

Divine power is not omnipotent.

Ferdinand's curse posed a great threat to him, and he kept it in mind.

Divine power may not necessarily overcome a curse.

After leaving the goldsmith's shop, Thomas rode out of Sela.

It is not difficult to find Rostislav's whereabouts. Combining the terrain of the entire area and Giuliano's explanation, it can be determined that Coach Rostislav is most likely heading towards the ruins, with a small probability of heading towards the three villages, and an extremely small probability of turning around and going somewhere else.

It should be pointed out that Giuliano (as he claimed) was very effective in cracking down on bandit gangs, and there were no small gangs of bandits that were common in other places in this area.

If there are any, they are newly arrived from other places.

Thomas decided not to go directly to the ruins, but to take a look at a few villages first.

Among the three villages, two are slightly larger and one is the smallest.

It is quite far away from Sela City, about fifty or sixty kilometers, which can be said to be a remote place.

It takes half a day to ride a horse, but a whole day and night to walk.

But this wasn't too difficult for Thomas. He simply gave his horse a "foot grease" and brought its speed up to the level of a car in the previous life.

After about an hour, Thomas saw the small village.

The village is not big, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only one entrance and exit.

There is also a watchtower at the entrance.

However, there were no sentries guarding the arrow tower, and no militia guarding the entrances and exits.

On the contrary, villagers can be seen working in the farmlands surrounding the village.

The villagers didn't show much wariness towards this stranger on horseback. They just glanced at him casually and continued with their farm work.

From this we can see that the residents here are accustomed to a safe and peaceful life and are not overly vigilant.

Quite interesting...

Thomas soon arrived at the village.

Such an outsider riding into the village on horseback finally caused a reaction from the villagers.

Soon, a well-dressed, old but still agile old man appeared in front of Thomas.

"Good day, sir, why are you in our village?" The old man stood in front of the horse and looked Thomas up and down.

Whether it's his clothes or his appearance... it all shows that he is a complete outsider.

And most importantly, there was a short knife stuck in his body, which was more of a tool than a weapon.

This is not how men in this area dress.

And the mount is quite good. It is not a cheap pack horse, but a good horse that can be called a "war horse".

This kind of dress is actually very weird and doesn't look like anything.

If I have to say what it is, I can only say that it is a lost traveler from another place.

"Good day." Thomas jumped off his horse. "Excuse me, old man, who are you?"

"I am the chief of this village," the old man replied. "Sir, are you lost?"

"No, I'm here looking for someone." Thomas pulled out a portrait of Rostislav from his pocket. "A few days ago, one of my elders might have come this way. Have you seen him?"

The old man took the portrait and looked at it.

It might be too long to remember other people's faces, but this man...

The day before yesterday or yesterday?

As long as you don’t have amnesia, you won’t forget it immediately!

"This person..." He pretended to be trying hard to recall.

It's only been a day or two, and someone came looking for me so soon... It's a bit unexpected.

The village had experience in this area. They specifically targeted outsiders, because even if an outsider disappeared, it would usually take several months, or even half a year, for someone to come and ask about their whereabouts.

Most of them are not even asked...

"Your elder? He doesn't look like you."

"Ah, he's my teacher," Thomas replied, his tone gentle, but his eyes fixed on the other person.

“Isn’t he from here?”

"Yes, he is from Russia."

"Rose? Quite far away."

"Yes, it's thousands of miles away."

"I'm sorry, sir, but I haven't seen this person before," the old village chief replied. "No one has come to the village these days!"

The village chief had experienced this kind of situation many times before. He had already mastered it, handling it effortlessly, without changing his expression or even speeding up his heartbeat.

Thomas stared at the other person, his spiritual field already carefully distinguishing him, but he could not detect any abnormalities in his expression, heartbeat, or breathing.