A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"Giuliano, drink quickly!" he said, and brought a bowl of water to Giuliano.

Giuliano drank two bowls in one breath, and then Thomas punched him in the stomach, making him spit out the water again.

After doing this twice in a row, Thomas stopped attacking Giuliano because he saw that he was almost unable to hold on.

Instead, without anyone noticing, he poured his divine power into Giuliano's body.

Giuliano's expression immediately recovered visibly.

Section 40 Murder 2

Part of the poisonous water was first spit out, and then it was diluted by two injections of water and spit out, and it could no longer cause lasting damage.

The poison damage that Giuliano had previously suffered was healed by the supernatural effect of divine power.

Apart from looking unhappy and exhausted, Giuliano was fine.

On a slightly higher hill far away from here.

A figure dressed like a traveler was holding a telescope and looking in this direction.

Everything that happens here can be seen through the telescope.

He watched Thomas punch the water out of Giuliano's stomach, making a delighted sound.

This level is not enough!

Then he saw Thomas give Giuliano water and then beat him again until he vomited.

This time his expression changed.

By the third time, he stopped clicking his tongue.

I didn't expect that there would be such a capable person around Giuliano...

It was totally unexpected.

There is no way. If it reaches this level, the possibility of death is not high.

Although it is a very strong poison, it is not fatal in small quantities.

This is also the disadvantage of all poisons.

The man dressed as a traveler sighed slightly, shook his head, and put away the telescope.

He took out a wide-brimmed hat that could block the sun and wind and sand, put it on, then straightened his clothes and walked towards the distance.

In a short while, his figure disappeared in the streets full of goods and the noisy calls of vendors of all sizes.

Even if someone from Giuliano's camp ran out to try to catch up, it would be too late.

He walked forward and came to a blacksmith shop.

For the time being, the blacksmith's business was apparently idle.

He will only attract customers when the martial arts competition really starts.

Because by then there will be a large number of damaged weapons and armor that need to be repaired.

There is no business at the moment.

In fact, the blacksmith just hung a few weapons and armors on the side as an advertising sign, and didn't even light a fire in the stove.

Seeing a customer standing by, the blacksmith just glanced at the customer, not caring or paying any attention.

The man dressed as a traveler stood aside for a while. Just when he was getting a little impatient, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Have you completed the mission?"

"It didn't work." He didn't look back, pretending to carefully admire the chain mail shirt that the blacksmith had hung out.

Honestly, it's a pretty good piece of armor.

"Failed? That's not what you promised before..."

"That's not my fault," the man shrugged. "I successfully poisoned the water, and Giuliano drank a large bowl of it, just as I predicted... That poison was enough to kill him with just one sip."

"But you just said you didn't succeed?" The voice behind him was full of doubt.

"Yes, but he's surrounded by powerful figures," the man recounted what he'd seen through the telescope. "...So, after a few doses of vomiting and dilution... the amount of poison actually ingested will be relatively small, and Baron Giuliano will most likely survive."

The other party was silent for a moment.

"Meeting someone so skilled at dealing with poison... is truly beyond my expectations," the man said. "Look, I didn't make any mistakes. But even so, I couldn't succeed. It's not my fault; I can only understand that Christ simply didn't want Giuliano to die."

"I understand. I won't give you less reward!"

The poisoning failed, and Giuliano will definitely strengthen his defenses.

The same trick will hardly work.

"But who was the person who helped him get rid of the poison?"

"I don't know. He's a tall man wearing a face-covering helmet. He must be his guard. I have to say, Giuliano really found a good guard!"

"The guard with the helmet?... He must be his halberd bearer. I heard his name is Aragorn, and he's a Rus."

"Russians? Why are the Russians here?"

Although Russia's faith is also Christianity, it is Orthodox Christianity, not Catholicism.

Therefore, there will be no jihadists coming from the Russian side, and the Russians who come here are almost all mercenaries.

"It is said that he once learned martial arts from Giuliano and was his student."

"So that lowly fellow was once a martial arts instructor... not surprising!" said the man dressed as a traveler.

What he said was completely to please the other party.

Because he had absolutely no feelings for Giuliano, neither love nor hatred - just like plain water. He poisoned and assassinated him just to make money.

"Next step, are you interested in coming?"

"No, I'm not good at fighting." The man dressed as a traveler immediately rejected this statement. "But that swordsman seems to be good at it."

At this time, he no longer pretended to study the chain mail, but turned his head to look behind him.

Behind him was a middle-aged man wearing a beautiful uniform, who was obviously a noble servant. He was bald and had an impressive hooked nose.

"Which swordsman?" The hook-nosed man was puzzled for a moment.

His master had recruited a team of more than a dozen rogues and assassins to do the dirty work, and the man before him was one of them.

However, he claimed that he was not good at swordsmanship, but was good at poisoning.

In fact, if the goal is to assassinate a noble, poison is actually far more effective than a dagger.

This has also been proven in practice.

He did know how to poison someone, and he almost succeeded.

Besides this assassin who specialized in poisoning, there were about ten others. All of them were fighters, and most of them were armed with longswords.

So he couldn't figure out who the "swordsman" the other party was referring to was.

"That guy who wears a gray cloak all day long."

"Ah..." The hook-nosed man remembered. He was an elderly warrior, looking rather shabby, always draped in a crude gray cloak. His only equipment consisted of dull, tightly packed chain mail and a plain longsword. Only in his expression was there an indescribable, otherworldly aura that set him apart from his fellow scoundrels.

Unfortunately, although this old swordsman has a unique temperament, his equipment is not particularly outstanding, and he does not look particularly strong, so he is not very eye-catching.

"That guy..." He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. Honestly, who among those people wasn't good at fighting?

Anyone who dares to take risks must have some skills to make a living. Without these skills, they would have been eliminated long ago!

Even if a person has a despicable character, everyone definitely has good qualities in martial arts.

"Anyway, I've done what I could." The man dressed as a traveler turned and left, heading to the other side. There were rows of tents here, specially arranged to accommodate small groups of travelers. He also rented one here.

Section 41 Murder 3

A few minutes later, he came out of his tent, all dressed in brand new clothes.

His travel clothes were replaced with a beautiful white robe, and his soft hair flowed down, illuminating his handsome face. In his hands, he had a wooden harp, and his fingers gently plucked the strings.

Before playing a tune, he had already attracted the attention of many people around.

"I'm afraid Earl Mellon won't succeed," he said in a voice only audible to himself. "But he's not the only one who wants to take action."

As he walked, he plucked out a sad tune.

A hero who expanded the territory of the Christian world is about to be defeated in this knightly tournament.

It is really lamentable.

However, he would write this incident into a good story and let it spread all over the world.

At this moment, the protagonist of his story is gradually recovering his strength.

The healing power of divine power is incredible. In fact, a ball of divine power not only completely healed Giuliano from the damage caused by the poison, but also recovered a lot of his old injuries and illnesses that had accumulated in the past.

So, now that he felt the effect of the poison had worn off, he felt unexpectedly energetic.

However, divine power also has its drawbacks, which is that it cannot recover from mental shock and damage.

So although Giuliano's physical condition was better than before the poisoning, he was still extremely uneasy.

"Master, Master Charlie is here." A servant came to report.

"Let him in immediately."

So Charlie hurried into the tent and saw Giuliano lying on the bed.

"Giuliano...how are you?"

"Better than expected." Giuliano gave a rather unpleasant smile. "This time it's all thanks to Thomas... no, Aragorn. If he hadn't been by my side and rescued me in time, I would have almost never seen you."

"what is going on?"

"Someone poisoned the water..." Giuliano sighed. "I prepared a bucket of water just for my own safety, and I never thought I'd become a target."

"That guy is amazing!" Thomas said from the side. "I don't think it was a coincidence. Someone penetrated our camp without us noticing, learned all the details of our living arrangements, and finally found this loophole."

The key is this patience... this observation...

Although the identity of the poisoner is unknown, this person does have a keen eye.

"I'm glad you're alright!" The magician breathed a sigh of relief. "How are you?"

"It should have all been vomited out," Giuliano said. "There's nothing wrong with my body!"

"Can you guess who did it?"

"It's not Count Jaffa or Count Nablus," Giuliano said. "They seem the most likely. But from what I understand, they prefer to resort to foolproof methods. Poisoning doesn't have a very high success rate... like what happened today. They'd rather use the sword to ensure my utter destruction."

"So I think it must be someone else, perhaps the Earl of Sidon or the Earl of Transjordan... But I'm not very familiar with the Earl of Mellon and the Earl of Galilee. I'm not sure if they might have resorted to poisoning..."

Damn, Thomas was shocked when he heard it.

In just a few words, Giuliano listed at least five or six noble names.

Teacher, you are such a failure as a baron. So many nobles want you dead... You have done so many things that angered God and man!

I didn't feel this way when the magician mentioned it before, but now when it comes out of Giuliano's mouth, it's really not good.

In other words, how much power of fate had Giuliano used before to make this backlash of fate so powerful?

"Is there any way to track it down?" Charlie asked.

Giuliano shook his head. "No way, they found our loophole. We can only tentatively confirm that the poisoner is most likely a stranger dressed in common traveler's clothing, not very old. But you can easily find a hundred people with this kind of characteristics here!"

"How is Count Jaffa?" asked Charles.

"Based on the snippets of information I've heard from other people, it's probably going to happen in the next few days. He's going to do it, and he's going to do it legally!"

"A duel of knights?"

"I think so."

"He came in person?"

"No, I heard that's not the case. Count Nablus has a relative who is said to be a very powerful person!"

"relative?"