A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Naturally, one cannot control his mouth after drinking too much, and Thomas also realized that Knight Commander Aral was a very annoying person.

In fact, he seemed intent on causing trouble for the newcomers.

If you want to avoid trouble, you have to give money.

But he has a group of arrogant young men under him. Who would be willing to give him money for no reason?

Not to mention others, even Thomas refused to give money. Why?

Although he is the Knight Commander, Alar does not have absolute power, but only some unreliable command authority.

So basically they are fed up with each other now.

Thomas was the last one to leave, as everyone else was carried out.

Chapter two

Section 4 Conflict

The Sunflower Knights do have rules and regulations, but drinking is never one of them.

Members of the Knights Templar always drank openly and never hid it from others.

Sadly, distillation technology had already emerged, and high-concentration liquor was no longer a rarity. Five hundred years ago, Thomas would have hoped to capitalize on this technology. But now, he can only tearfully give up.

Perhaps when the great voyages of discovery begin and American potatoes spread over here, we can try making potato wine.

But I don’t know when this happened.

History has its inevitability as well as its contingency.

The duties of an apprentice knight are simple, at least the task assigned to Thomas is daily patrol.

During the day, everyone followed the Knight Commander to patrol and stand guard in the suburbs of the city, including those nearby cities, to show the presence of the Knights.

At night, the Aral Knights would slack off, and a group of his men would patrol the districts of Kiev, especially the several districts around St. Sophia Cathedral.

He would go to a tavern by himself, drink, and maybe do something else. But Alar never brought anyone else with him.

So even if you do something out of the ordinary, just don't let anyone see you.

In short, life quickly returned to normal, and nothing noteworthy happened.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Rostislav did not reappear and was most likely gone.

In short, Thomas has now blended into this group of young knights.

Although I had a very annoying boss, I got along well with my colleagues. The Russian people are just so enthusiastic.

He also had a general understanding of the situation of the Knights.

A knightly order formed by the joint efforts of many parties... It can only be said that it is not a purely religious knightly order, but more like a heresy.

However, as he knew, the Christianity of Kiev was actually a heresy in the eyes of both the Romans and the people of Constantinople. It was completely normal for a heretical religion to form a heretical knightly order.

In the afternoon, a group of people returned from patrol, and Alar slipped away on the way back.

But now everyone else has gotten used to his style and is no longer surprised.

Almost no one noticed that Alar did not go to his usual place, but found a secluded place, put on a cloak commonly worn by travelers, and then came to an inconspicuous corner under the tall walls of Kiev.

Someone was already waiting here, an ordinary old man who looked miserable.

"There's one more person in your team." The old man spoke first.

"The newcomer is a heretic from the Latin Church named Thomas," Aral said.

"A heretic from the Latin Church? Interesting... So the Knights accept everyone? What kind of person is this Thomas?"

"A very pious man."

"Pious? How pious?"

"Apart from necessary exercise, he spends all his time in the church or the library. While others are drinking and having fun, he's participating in various sacraments. If it weren't for his skill with the weapon, I would have mistaken him for an ascetic."

"Ha, so pious, he really is a very suitable helper." The old man's eyes lit up.

"It's useless." Aral sneered.

"In short, this kind of person is beneficial and harmless." The old man touched his goatee and said proudly.

"Perhaps," Aral said. "Anyway, the plan goes as planned. Where's my reward?"

The old man took out a purse from his pocket and handed it to Alar.

Alar didn't stop and left with the money bag.

The old man looked at his receding back, stroked his goatee, and smiled smugly.

"The Knights...what a joke!" he whispered to himself.

The next morning, Thomas went on patrol with the team.

This time everyone was on horses—Thomas's prairie horse looked a little small. He followed the group, consciously staying behind.

After leaving the city, he headed straight for a nearby city.

However, not long after they started walking, they encountered a strange team.

It was a group of ragged strong men with strange white ash on their faces, but they were surrounding a crudely lifted statue. Thomas saw the symbol of lightning on it, which was the emblem of Perun.

Perun is one of the ancient indigenous deities of the Rus. In Slavic mythology, Perun is the god of the sky and thunder, associated with war and the oak tree. This deity represents the most active aspects of nature. In Slavic legend, a sacred oak tree is the home of all living things; the upper branches represent the heavens, the lower branches represent the human world, and the roots represent the underworld. Perun resides on the highest branches so that he can observe all that occurs.

Even today, although the city of Kiev is bathed in God's glory, it has not yet spread to the vast countryside outside the city. In fact, even in the suburbs, there are still many people with "dual faith".

Alaer took the lead and reined in his mount, and the entire team followed suit.

The team did not stop, and the leader was an old man who was barefoot, wearing a tattered robe and a flower crown. He held a spruce cane in his hand and a small bag on his waist was stuffed with herbs.

They had obviously walked for a long time, and many of them looked very tired, but their faith still drove them forward around the statue, and some even resorted to self-harm by whipping themselves.

Some others were wearing wolf skins with wolf heads on their heads, which was a bit creepy to look at.

They did not pay any attention to the knights' team and just moved forward on their own.

But Aral urged his mount forward and stood before them.

Thomas didn't feel anything yet, but he clearly sensed unease from his companions. Most of these companions were locals, and they knew that these Perun believers were not to be trifled with.

Aral's actions are a provocation. This behavior will break the peaceful understanding between paganism and Christianity, and then there will be another bloody storm.

Although the Knights Templar's main duty is to deal with pagans, it is extremely unwise to provoke disputes without any purpose.

But no matter what most people thought, at least their Knight Commander, Aral, had no fear. He looked at the pagan idol with disdain and said contemptuously, "Make way!"

The old man in the lead ignored him and continued forward. Alar immediately whipped out his whip and hit the old man on the head.

A very powerful whip knocked the man to the ground.

The Perun believers cried out in surprise and then rushed forward.

But Knight Commander Alar had already drawn his sword first, pointing the tip of the sword at the pagans who were rushing towards him.

The pagans were intimidated by the sharp blades and stopped.

They were not here to provoke, but merely on a pilgrimage. Facing these knights clad in armor, armed with sharp blades, and mounted on warhorses, they were clearly at a disadvantage.

Even if we have the advantage in numbers, we will definitely suffer a heavy loss if a real fight breaks out.

The old man, his head broken and bleeding, got up from the ground and looked at the Knight Commander in front of him with angry eyes. But in the end, his reason prevailed and he waved his hand, signaling the people around him to retreat.

He was the last one to step back and make way.

Thomas clearly saw deep hatred in the old man's eyes.

Chapter 5 Bloody Revenge

Thomas just thought this was stupid.

Either don't provoke, or if you're going to provoke, just go all out! If he really drew his sword and cut down most of these people, Thomas would actually look up to the Knight Commander. This man is truly a loyal warrior of Christ, there's nothing much to say.

After all, it's a religious order, so this is a matter of course.

But like this, provoking without causing any harm to the other party, this is simply... courting death!

Doesn't this mean that they welcome the other party's revenge? Or do they think that the other party dares not retaliate?

But in the end, nothing happened. When the group returned from their patrol, they did not encounter Perun's followers again.

The morning passed normally. After lunch, a sacrament was being held in the cathedral, so Thomas sneaked in.

There was another patrol at night, but that was at dusk, or even after dark, so it didn't affect his ability to draw on his divine power.

He became more and more convinced that he had made the right choice, because the growth rate of his divine power had indeed accelerated further recently.

There is no way around it. A city of this size naturally holds many sacraments of all sizes.

Whether it is confession, baptism or Mass, there are many sacraments.

In fact, even if there is nothing special going on, divine power can be generated spontaneously just by staying in the church and reading a book.

There are now twenty-six groups of divine power.

Just a little more and you can try the sprint secret technique.

Now one ball of divine power had only a small effect, so Thomas inferred that it would take about thirty balls of divine power to be enough to try.

The service in the church lasted a long time, and by the time it was over and Thomas could leave, it was already dusk.

I guess everyone else is waiting there anxiously.

Thomas thought as he walked out of the church's main entrance and headed towards the assembly point.

A gust of wind blew, bringing with it a faint smell of blood.

Thomas' heart trembled, and he subconsciously drew his sword.

what happened?

A figure was already rushing towards them from the front.

A man wielding a two-handed battle axe, clad in a wolfskin. Those eyes… even from a distance, Thomas knew things were not going to end well.

These are eyes that are fanatical to the point of being crazy.

The battle axe in his hand was also stained with blood.

There are only two choices now: either turn around and run away, or face them head-on.

Thomas hesitated. His devotion to Christ was not yet so deep as to risk his life. In fact, he knew that at heart he was still an atheist.

A sharp voice sounded, and Thomas turned his head to look, only to see a priest running backwards in panic out of fear.

I guess he just happened to be passing by.

Well, now there is no choice.

Thomas knew he couldn't run if he was seen. If he ran, he would be expelled from the Order at the very least.

Running away from the enemy is a knight's biggest taboo - unless no one sees.

Thomas rushed forward with his sword.

The man's movements were actually unremarkable. According to the five-level evaluation standard, he was probably average. To be more specific, he was considered average-high level.

But from day one, Thomas knew the five-level standard had its limitations.

For example, the death squad cannot be simply judged.

An enemy who fights you to death, is not afraid of death at all, and even actively seeks to die together with you, his combat power cannot be simply judged.

Even the weapon master is afraid of such a reckless person.

One chance to strike, only one strike.

It was impossible to follow the logic of normal combat, which was to accumulate small victories into a big one. Instead, it was necessary to kill with one strike.

The wolf-skinned warrior had fallen into an extremely frenzied state, and he rushed forward with a fearless attitude, completely ignoring the sword in Thomas's hand.

It seems that the other party has made up his mind to exchange injuries for injuries, and life for life.