A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

But then again, this ability isn't completely useless. The naked eye's ability to judge is limited. For example, it's difficult for a normal person to accurately judge a skilled warrior who has fought countless battles and always triumphed, versus a skilled warrior who has fought countless battles but only survived (still considered a skilled warrior).

And occasionally, there are people who deliberately hide their abilities.

For example, putting on a cloak to cover your body and face...

It would be difficult to judge whether this person is strong or weak with the naked eye.

In this case, his ability becomes valuable.

The bard was smart, he knew that he was not a master, but just a member of the lower class, so he never dared to provoke such people.

And this man named Aragorn just now...

Definitely the most powerful one!

He even suspected that Aragon might be the protector of the country or half a step away from being the protector of the country!

Unfortunately, he had never come into contact with the Protector of the Nation and the Half-Step Protector of the Nation, so he didn't know what a Protector of the Nation or a Half-Step Protector of the Nation was like. From this point of view, Aragorn might just be a relatively strong elite warrior.

After all, elite-level is a very broad concept. The difference in combat effectiveness between two elite-level warriors can be drastic.

It is not impossible for one elite to kill another elite instantly.

The edge of the castle courtyard is planted with a kind of green shrub. The gardener will trim and care for it from time to time, so the shrubs are very neat and green, forming a pleasing green belt.

A thin figure was moving through the narrow gap between the green belt and the wall.

He was cautious and furtive, deliberately avoiding the gaze of people in the courtyard.

The courtyard exit is not far ahead.

Just find a suitable gap, exit from this side, and leave the courtyard...

While he was thinking about what to do, a hand suddenly stretched out from the green leaves beside him.

Chapter 45 Thief 1

The hand grabbed him and pulled him out of the bushes.

There were several bloody cuts on the exposed parts of his body.

He looked in horror at the man who had caught him - a warrior who was a whole head taller than him, fully armed, wearing a helmet and carrying a long sword - and had no idea how he was discovered.

In fact, Thomas couldn't see him if he relied on his eyesight alone. He was hiding really well.

But Thomas has a spiritual field.

Thomas noticed it when the other party entered the spiritual field.

Thomas exerted force on his hands, lifted the man up, lifted his feet off the ground, and then shook him violently.

Several pieces of silverware, including bowls, plates, knives and forks, fell to the ground.

Well...I know it without asking!

This is a thief! A thief!

Thomas released his hand, and the man fell to the ground, the look in his eyes changing from fear to despair.

Yes, now the knight opposite doesn’t have to do anything - he just needs to shout loudly, and his life will end here!

In this era, if a thief is caught red-handed, the punishment he faces is more than just spending a dozen days in the police station.

Cutting off hands, branding, hard labor and the like are all routine operations!

If you choose the wrong target, for example, a noble lord, it is normal to be killed directly, beheaded on the guillotine, or hanged.

In fact, it was normal for Thomas to draw his sword and execute him on the spot.

If he didn't kill him outright, it was most likely because he didn't want to have his sword stained with the blood of such a petty thief.

But the next second, he realized that Thomas hadn't called out.

Nor did he draw his sword.

“Thief?” Thomas asked.

"My Lord, I can't help it... My... My children are sick. They need food and medicine... But I have nothing... I can only... can only..."

Thomas frowned and cast a "detect lies" spell on himself.

Ever since he was cheated by the old village chief last time, he is no longer so confident in his ability to read people's expressions with the help of the spiritual field.

Reading people's expressions is ultimately a matter of probability.

Not everyone shows clear signs of lying. Even polygraphs from past lives have a chance of error. There are natural performers, and there are professionals who have practiced lying for so long that their experience has reached maximum.

The real masters among them never even lie - they can achieve their goals.

He had already decided in his heart that if this guy was deceiving him, he would immediately hand him over to the castle guards.

Then he was surprised to find that the other party was not lying.

This thief was really forced to do this extremely dangerous job, which would mean his death if caught.

Looking at the other person kneeling on the ground and begging desperately, Thomas couldn't help but sigh.

He is a modern civilized man after all...

The deep-rooted sympathy for the weak and the unfortunate in civilized society still exists.

Although it has been worn away a lot by this era, it has not been completely polished.

Thomas reached into his arms, and when he came out, there were a few small yellow coins in his hand.

It was florins, ten florins.

A farmer would normally take a lifetime to accumulate wealth.

Although I don't know what disease the thief's child has, this money is definitely enough. It is enough to hire a doctor, buy medicine, and supplement nutritious food.

If the money is not enough to cure the disease, then it is an incurable disease.

At least it can't be cured in this era.

As for Thomas's house calls for treatment... well, while Thomas is compassionate, he's no saint.

If I meet someone by chance, I might treat him, but if he deliberately comes to me for treatment, forget it.

"Don't do such a dangerous thing." Thomas casually threw Florin to the other party. "Leave here immediately!"

The man lowered his head to pick up the silverware he had dropped, but suddenly remembered something and looked up to see Thomas's cold gaze. He smiled awkwardly, retracted his hand, and quickly ran away.

Thomas watched the lucky thief run away.

The next question is what to do with these tableware.

Thomas naturally disdained these things. He had no shortage of gold, so he naturally looked down on these silver products.

Finally Thomas decided to just leave them on the ground.

Before long, someone working in the castle, like a handyman, would pass by and easily spot these flashing objects on the ground.

Then they will be returned and put back in their rightful place.

It should be so.

Even if anything else happened to the silverware, Thomas didn't feel responsible.

He turned and left.

Elsewhere, the bard walked outside.

He did not give up his previous inspiration, so he found a suitable place at the exit of the courtyard and started writing.

When all his inspirations were put down on paper, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps. It turned out that several servants were walking past.

One was clearly dressed as a gardener—still covered in dirt. The others were probably cooks or laundry workers.

"What happened?" He was moved and asked.

"The master asked us to leave the courtyard immediately." The cook stopped and looked at the other person's face before answering.

He had an impression of this person and knew that although the other party was not a distinguished guest entertained by the host in the castle, he was also a guest.

The bard's heart moved and he immediately realized what was about to happen.

In other words, the hook-nosed butler (or the master behind him) reacted very quickly.

Aragorn will pay the price for his choice!

A thought crossed the bard's mind: perhaps he should go and inform Aragorn.

But he immediately realized that he couldn't get involved.

He is not good at fighting, at most he has some knowledge of poisons.

In this situation, getting involved is simply courting death.

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to stay and followed the cook away.

On the other side, Thomas had already noticed that the people in the courtyard were leaving.

Just now I could occasionally see people working, but now there is no one to be seen.

But then again, when there is a party in the castle, it is normal for the owner to temporarily summon servants and maids outside to do something.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard from the front.

Accompanied by the sound of metal armor clanging.

Then, Thomas saw a dozen fully armed soldiers appearing in front of him, led by a man who was obviously dressed as a knight.

The knight was not wearing a helmet. He wore a chain mail on his upper body, which protected his head, chest and upper arms. He did not wear arm guards or wrist guards. He wore leather pants on his lower body, without knee pads or greaves, and iron boots on his feet.

This set of equipment was obviously not complete, and it seemed that he came here in a hurry for some urgent matter.

Chapter 46 Thief 2

Thomas initially thought they were passing through the courtyard, but as they got closer, he realized they were targeting him.

He had some doubts in his heart.

Giuliano had said something would happen today, a quarrel most likely over some trivial matter, culminating in a public invitation to a duel.

This was inevitable, and Thomas had been mentally prepared for it.

But Giuliano never said that these enemies would cause trouble for a halberd bearer.

Of course, Thomas is not afraid.

He stood still, ready to face the coming storm.

The spiritual field told him that this knight was an elite warrior, while those soldiers were at most the backbone.

"Is that him?" The leading knight pointed at Thomas and asked.

Several soldiers raised their spears and pointed them at Thomas from a distance.

"Everyone, I want to ask what this means?" Thomas narrowed his eyes slightly.

He nodded, and a soldier immediately stepped out beside him. Thomas recognized this soldier as the guard on duty outside the castle. He had glanced at this guard when he came in earlier.

I didn't have a deep impression of him, but at least I vaguely remember his appearance and dress.

"Tell me what you encountered before." said the captain of the guard.

"I've arrested a thief," the guard said. "We caught him red-handed! We questioned him, and he said he had a companion in the castle courtyard!"

"Only based on one-sided words?" Thomas sneered. He stood with his head held high, his armor gleaming silver in the sunlight.

"Of course there are more!" the knight said. Several other soldiers dragged out a man hiding at the back of the line. It was none other than the thief Thomas had let go earlier. His hands were tied behind his back, and he knelt on the ground, not daring to even raise his eyes.

Thomas also calmly turned his gaze to the thief.

The thief's eyes flickered between Thomas and the knight, he didn't dare to raise his head for long, each time he would raise his eyes slightly like a mouse, then immediately lower his head. But even so, one could still discern the guilt and uneasiness hidden under the numbness.

"...Yes," he murmured at last, "yes, I am a thief, and this man is my companion."

Thomas laughed.

But there was no joy in that laughter, only disgust.

He was wearing a helmet that obscured his face, so the others couldn't clearly see his expression. But even so, they could still sense the disgust in Thomas's gaze. It was like seeing a ball of thick phlegm spit in feces.