A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

But unfortunately, Count Jaromil was a member of the Bohemian royal family after all.

Although his brother's support came a little late, it was not absent. With his brother's support, he finally survived this difficult time and started the counterattack.

The two sides confronted each other for a long time out of mutual fear, but finally signed an agreement to end the war.

Overall, Count Jaromil managed to hold on to his territory without suffering any major losses, while Count Svetopelk gained some favorable conditions, making a small profit.

But Count Svitopelk's reputation and honor were greatly damaged.

Because there are rumors that in order to make a deal, he chose to betray some of his subordinates.

He sold his subordinates who had gone deep behind enemy lines and fought for him directly to the other side as bargaining chips.

This led to the fall of Chomutov Castle.

Chomutov Castle was a key point in this war. It was precisely because of the help of Chomutov Castle that a nail was driven into the enemy's territory that Count Jaromil was unable to truly mobilize all his strength and had to sue for peace.

But in order to gain favorable terms at the negotiating table, he betrayed that loyal army.

This also ruined his reputation among the mercenaries. If war broke out again in the future, Count Svetopelk would probably have to pay a lot more to hire soldiers.

But that's all there is to it.

Chapter 70 Aftermath 1

In the afternoon.

In the bustling restaurant, Thomas sat bored at a wooden table by the wall, drinking cup after cup of kvass with the side dishes in front of him.

This is a low-alcohol beverage made from fermented bread. It is similar in color to beer but slightly red, with a moderate sweetness and sourness.

In Thomas's previous life, it was probably equivalent to something other than Coca-Cola.

Anyway, the Russians drink it as a casual drink.

He was waiting for someone, and had been waiting for quite some time.

I can only say...Are women born to be late?

When he was scratching the corner of the table with his fingernails out of boredom, he finally saw the figure he had been waiting for for a long time out of the corner of his eye.

It's Freya.

The woman returned to Kiev with him, and Thomas divided the spoils fairly with her as agreed.

Logically, it's time to part ways. But it seems the other party doesn't think so.

"My lord." Freya bowed.

Thomas pointed across the table and motioned for the other person to sit down.

A man and a woman sat facing each other, which was a bit eye-catching.

Speaking of which, judging from her appearance, Freya is probably in her twenties, which is considered young.

Of course, he is older than Thomas. Thomas is really too young. In his previous life, he would have been a high school student.

"I think Kiev is a nice place where I can live for a long time."

"Whatever you want." Thomas replied casually. Now Freya has money. "Did you help me with that?"

"Done." Freya took out a document, which was the receipt issued by the Jews.

When Thomas returned to Bohemia this time, he was ready to owe a huge debt to the Jews.

Not only that, he also planned to use armed force to resist debt, and even kill the creditors in the middle of the night.

Anyway, a dead squid is a good squid.

Furthermore, unlike later times, anti-Semitism was fashionable these days, and no one liked Jews. The death of a few Jews had no aftereffects, and people would only secretly applaud.

But the result was that he made a fortune, which was something he had not expected.

Furthermore, the Jewish post station system and fund dispatching system were indeed very useful. Considering that they might be useful in the future, Thomas paid the debt after weighing the pros and cons.

Thomas was worried that he would be met with a "pig-killing trap" if he went there, so he asked Freya to go. This woman claimed that she was very good at negotiation.

This statement is credible. After all, as a person who makes a living by fortune-telling, knowing how to judge people and what to do with them is a skill he has acquired since childhood.

Although usury is inevitable, it is always better to have less of it.

"Ten thousand...two thousand florins?" Thomas's mouth twitched.

In just over ten days, the loan amount of ten thousand florins turned into twelve thousand florins.

Although it is not as good as the nine out and thirteen returns in the casino in my previous life, it is not much different.

But there is nothing we can do about it. We can only say that there is a reason why everyone doesn’t like squid.

"You said you wanted to live in Kiev permanently?"

"Yes, I want to buy a fine little manor in the suburbs. I've already chosen one and the price is almost agreed upon."

"That's good," Thomas replied, looking carefully at the documents to make sure the Jews didn't do anything.

It was really good news for him to have such a cheating fortune teller nearby.

Then he realized something was not right, Freya was watching him.

"What? Is there anything I can do?" Thomas asked.

"If possible, I hope to buy it in your name," Freya said.

“Ah…ah…” Thomas understood.

It is really inappropriate for a foreigner, who is also a single woman, to buy a manor on her own.

It will attract covetous people.

Kiev is not a law-abiding place. The Russians have never been known for their gentleness, modesty and courtesy.

Using Thomas' name completely avoids this problem.

After all, Thomas was a Knight Grand Master of the Order. This was a member of the upper class, so buying a manor was only natural.

How could an ordinary person dare to set his sights on the Knight Commander?

Anyone who is qualified to take advantage of the Knight Commander would not care about a small manor.

"Sure." Thomas thought for a moment and replied, "But aren't you afraid I'll take over the manor?"

"If you were such a person, I would have been buried somewhere in the wilderness by now." Freya smiled.

This woman is quite direct. But she still overestimates me, Thomas thought to himself.

I always take care of killing but not burying!

"If it's purchased in my name, then what identity do you want to use to live in the manor?"

"Of course... she's my mistress," Freya said. "It shouldn't cause too much trouble to you, my Lord."

"Well...it does seem more appropriate. But if you pretend to be my mistress, it will affect my reputation," Thomas said.

After all, he is a member of the Knights Templar and has religious precepts to follow, but he cannot ruin his own future.

Well, these days it’s not considered as ruining one’s career for a religious knight to have a lover. Even patriarchs and bishops have mistresses in abundance.

But anyway, it still has some impact.

If you have an influence, you can't give it away for free, you have to get some benefits in return.

"If you wish, there's no need to pretend." Freya continued to smile. "I'd be happy to do so."

"Uh..." Faced with this trick of the woman, Thomas was immediately at a loss.

It seems that I have never been good at dealing with this kind of woman in my past life or this life.

"Never mind, whatever you want," Thomas finally replied. "But in exchange, you can't refuse me when I need your help."

"I won't refuse." Freya smiled slyly. "We can start tonight."

Damn, this woman seems to be taking advantage of the situation.

To be honest, Freya is pretty good-looking and also in Thomas's aesthetic range. Although she is a little older than Thomas, that is Thomas's physical age, not his mental age.

However, Thomas's mind clearly told him that this woman could not be touched and that boundary line could not be crossed.

Because that ability to divine and predict the future is so amazing.

This kind of woman is a "witch" in the truest sense of the word! Jason's previous experience was a lesson for him, and he must not repeat the same mistake.

Otherwise, when you die, you won’t even know how you died!

Cough! Cough! Thomas coughed twice and regained his composure.

When there is no woman in your mind, your sword will be naturally divine when it is drawn.

"Also, don't do divination recently. Don't do divination on anything." Thomas said.

"I will obey your orders, my lord." Freya replied softly.

Thomas knew in his heart that if he plucked the strings carelessly this time, he didn't know when the backlash would come and how severe it would be.

But you have to deal with it carefully.

Freya left, and Thomas got up and left soon after.

It's time to go meet Gandalf.

The purpose of meeting Gandalf was not to practice the next stage of the Steel Soul Secret Art, but to show the magician the thing.

Chapter 71 Aftermath 2

Actually, the time I spent away from Kiev was not particularly long, but when I saw Gandalf standing outside the cottage with his staff and watching the snow, I still felt like I was in another world.

The snowflakes falling from the sky landed on the old wizard's cloak and pointed hat, creating quite a stage effect.

Full of masterly demeanor.

Thomas was lucky, actually.

This period was a rare warm spell in winter, so we didn't encounter any heavy snow on the way there and back. It wasn't until we returned to Kiev that God sent us a timely snowfall.

"Ah, Aragorn, you're here." The old wizard turned around and stared at Thomas for a few seconds. "It seems you've been slacking off in your practice lately."

"Well, I went on a long trip," Thomas said. "I accidentally got this thing."

He took out his pocket, opened it, and presented it to the magician.

It was the head of the Beast Lord.

After the Beast Demon Lord's head was chopped off, the body parts of the corpse were completely rotten, and even the bones became as brittle as charcoal, but the head was an exception.

"What's the head of this...?" Gandalf stared at the shrunken head for a long time. "A remnant of the Old Ones? And... this isn't just any old one! It's so fresh... Did you kill it?"

"The Church calls it the 'Beast Lord,' and it's classified as a calamity-level creature!"

"You killed a Scourge-level?" Gandalf looked incredulous.

"It's said to be a 'dominance-grade', not an ordinary disaster-grade one," Thomas explained.

He can't say that he won by relying on his great divine power and blood volume, right?

"Command type? That's about right. This beast lord... well, what abilities does it have?"

"It seems that it can transform humans into another form, called beast ghosts." Thomas carefully described the characteristics of the beast ghosts in his memory.

"Can they transform humans into beasts and manipulate them at will? They're truly dangerous, and it's no wonder they're classified as a Scourge." Gandalf observed carefully, his eyes gleaming slightly. "Strong combat power? But... there's more to it than that."

"It has another special ability," Thomas said. "It seems to be invulnerable to weapons."

"How is he invulnerable? His skin is hardened? He's become hollow?"

"Neither... It's more like there's an invisible, flexible film wrapped around the surface of the skin. The sword blade can't break through the film and sinks beneath the skin." In the end, the problem was solved by the Evil-Breaking Slash.

"Oh?" The old magician stared at the Beast Lord's head for a long time.

Then suddenly, he took out some powder from his pocket, sprinkled it on, and then observed it for a long time.

"What do you want to do with this thing?" the old magician suddenly asked. "If it were for sale, I would pay... five hundred... one thousand... no, three thousand florins for it! But I don't have the money right now, and I need to delay the payment."

It was really unexpected that the old money-grubber was willing to offer this price.

"I'm not short of money right now," Thomas said immediately. "What can it be used for?"