A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Although he was a member of the caravan, he moved at a considerable distance from the others, indicating that he was not an easy character to deal with.

The time has come.

Thomas also jumped out of the window.

The mental power is working at full capacity, guiding and controlling the body.

Unfortunately, his mental strength was still insufficient and he couldn't really fight against gravity. He could only use it to reduce the impact of landing and prevent himself from getting hurt.

He crouched down and rushed in that direction. After a short distance, he could sense the other party within the range of his spiritual field.

Thomas stopped and looked over there.

In the darkness, almost nothing could be seen, only a pair of eyes with a cold light, staring at him intently.

The sensation coming from the mental field told Thomas that this was an elite.

The stronger kind.

Chapter 134 Good Helper 4

Thomas already knew that the Star-Moon Cultists had five great masters, or five elite warriors.

In secret, there must be more. Even if we count less, there must be seven or eight.

Even a dozen is not impossible.

Of course, just because there were more than a dozen of them didn't mean they were all at home. In fact, most of the time, these elite warriors were not at home, but in the caravan.

There must be at least one elite soldier in the caravan heading to Bohemia.

Don't underestimate this elite force. With this elite force, the caravan's overall combat power can be improved to a higher level. Ordinary bandits with dozens of people will no longer be a threat.

Even if you were unlucky enough to encounter hundreds of robbers—as long as they weren't particularly well-equipped—you still had a good chance of escaping. You might even have enough energy to take some of your goods with you.

So... I still met a tough guy?

Thomas thought as he continued to rush towards the dark shadow in the distance.

The black shadow had been standing in his position, wondering about the campsite in the distance.

Something must have happened there, but to say someone was fighting would be too peaceful.

Then, for some reason, his warrior instincts made him aware of movement coming from the other side of the house. A bad feeling flashed through his mind, and just as he focused his attention, he saw a figure suddenly appear. Its movements were so fast that they didn't seem human at all.

The black shadow's eyes followed the figure, and when the other party rushed towards him without error, he took a half step back, ready to meet the enemy.

Thomas was charging in small steps, sword in hand, seemingly without any means of long-range attack.

Although it was an emergency, the black shadow had no intention of letting go of this opportunity.

The first encounter was a full-strength attack.

The black shadow drew his bow, and the moment the arrow was put on the bowstring, the arrow head began to emit light.

"Hit!" he whispered. His will locked onto the other party.

The blue-purple light illuminated a small area of ​​darkness, and then faint thunder seemed to come from the distant horizon.

The arrow brought out strong lightning in flight, and the precise shooting left no room for the opponent to dodge.

But before the shadow released the bowstring, Thomas sensed the danger in his mind. Being attacked unilaterally, Thomas naturally couldn't just dodge.

He activated the defensive bracelet in time.

The arrow struck him, only to be deflected by the membrane covering his body. Most of the lightning force contained in the arrow was dissipated along with it, but the remaining force still caused Thomas to fall heavily into a bush.

Pieces of grass and wood flew everywhere, and Thomas' whole body was twitching from the electric shock.

But relying on his mental strength, he forcibly controlled his body and jumped up immediately.

The dark figure in the distance had already nocked the second arrow, and before Thomas got really close, he still had a chance to easily defeat his opponent.

With his eyes fixed on the location of his prey, he had released the bowstring for the second time.

In fact, bows and arrows at this distance are more terrifying, because at a distance, humans still have a little room to dodge arrows. But at such a close distance, unless you predict the enemy's movements, you don't even have the space to dodge.

Close-range shooting is the real terrifying thing about bows and arrows. He believes that his opponent will definitely die.

This time, you don't even need to lock it with your will, just release the bowstring.

He didn't know why the other party was able to block the first arrow, but it was obviously some kind of armor. In any case, the shot was effective.

The second arrow is shot.

But unexpectedly, even though the opponent was unable to continue charging due to the influence of the electric current, he still avoided it one step ahead.

It was as if he had predicted the speed and direction of the arrow.

The black shadow was stunned, and his bad premonition became stronger.

Dodging arrows at close range?

What enemy is he facing?

He tried to fire again, but it was too late. His opponent had recovered from the convulsions caused by the electric current and lunged at him again.

He hesitated for a moment. An opponent with such a fast dodging speed... couldn't possibly have any other abilities, right?

The shadow dropped his bow and arrow and drew his scimitar. He tapped the blade with his finger, and blue lightning immediately wrapped around the blade.

"The power of thunder and lightning?" Thomas's voice boomed. A flash of sword light pierced the night sky, colliding with the scimitar. The current in the blade suddenly surged, as something created a powerful current. When the shadow came to his senses, a strong current coursed through him, leaving him numb and limp.

The same is true for Thomas.

The electric current from the other party also flowed through his body, as if a red-hot iron was running over his nerves, causing severe pain, but also accompanied by an intense pleasure that made him want to roar.

Both of them were electric shocks, but the difference was in the voltage or the current intensity. The magic sword's shock wouldn't hurt anyone, while the shadow's would cause burns.

"Kill!" Thomas growled from his throat, holding the sword with both hands.

The long sword slashed down for the second time.

The difference between ordinary weapons and magic weapons was revealed at this moment. The black shadow swung his sword to block, but the scimitar was cut off by the long sword.

The sword flashed across his forehead. Although it was an unintentional brush, it still left a large bleeding gash on his forehead.

The electric current and the impact caused the black shadow to stagger back, and he eventually fell between the bushes and clods of earth. The blood flowing from his head blurred one of his eyes, and the remaining one was struggling to look at Thomas's terrifying figure.

"Wait... wait..." He tried hard to speak, and stretched out a hand in vain, trying to block the oncoming death.

But Thomas knew he only had a few seconds. In a few seconds, the other party would recover from the electric shock.

He thrust his sword down, ending everything in an instant.

"Is it finished?" the Blasphemous Knight's voice echoed from behind. Thomas turned back. Under the bright moonlight, the Blasphemous Knight held his Damascus sword. The ornate silver guard wrapped in fine white linen was as clean as ever, shining silver-white, but the blade was red.

"It's done." Thomas breathed a sigh of relief.

The Star-Moon Cultists were even more powerful than he'd imagined. The elite warrior he'd just killed had no record of him, not even on the list of the five greatest masters. So, either he'd just arrived from afar, or he'd been constantly busy with the caravan, making it difficult for outsiders to find out his origins.

In fact, if Thomas had not taken the initiative to attack, he would not have encountered such a strong enemy.

And the strength of this powerful enemy… When little Bahador comes to avenge his relatives one day, the owner of the power of thunder and lightning will become his trump card.

Considering the previous battle, if this person had an assistant... then Thomas felt that his chances of winning would be no more than 50%.

The Blasphemous Knight raised his Damascus sword, and Thomas subconsciously narrowed his eyes. The Blasphemous Knight casually swung the sword down with a single hand, and with a whip-like sound, all the blood stains on the blade were wiped away.

There was a long, thin bloodstain on the ground.

"What are we going to do next?" asked the Blasphemous Knight.

"Drag the bodies into the house," Thomas indicated. "Then burn the house down."

This old building should have been demolished long ago!

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Author's words: Thanks to book friend SEERS for the reward.

Chapter 135: Dividing the spoils

At daybreak, Thomas drove a cart to the agreed place.

A small estate.

Specifically, it's the barn on the manor.

Haakon the Mouse was already waiting here. On Thomas' side, Eva was assigned here.

After all, it was a fifty thousand florin business. As everyone knows, this figure, even for the king of the underground, is a figure that cannot be underestimated.

It was enough to buy a very handsome estate in Kiev, and even a noble title.

Looking at the cart Thomas was driving towards, "Mouse" Haakon frowned.

"Is this the business you were talking about?" he asked. "One?"

"Only part of it," Thomas replied. "Including the cart and the animals, yes."

"Rat" Haakon's men came over, unloaded the goods from the car one by one, and checked and counted them.

Thomas went back to get the second one, while Eva stayed behind to watch.

One after another, twelve carts in a row.

The last time, the Blasphemy Knight and Thomas came together. The Blasphemy Knight covered part of his face with a veil to avoid being recognized.

"Rat" Haakon watched with great satisfaction as the goods from the twelve carts were unloaded, counted, and sent away.

Groups of people come and go.

In order to get this deal, the Rust Gang also tried their best.

Fortunately, these goods are currently in high demand in Kyiv. In just a dozen days, they can be safely digested in the market without any trace.

"Master Knight, it's almost done. We can calculate the valuation."

Haakon the Rat's expression had softened. Money has always been a good medicine to soothe people's hearts and resolve hatred.

He handed Thomas an account.

Thomas scanned the entire thing, then glanced at the final total.

Ten thousand florins...

He couldn't help but want to complain, but he suppressed it.

If he was not mistaken, the capital (not cash, but the value of various goods) of these Crescent Moon believers when they set out for Bohemia was probably around 10,000 florins.

Now, in half a year, if we replace the goods with Bohemian specialties, we can definitely make a big profit.

Now, it's back to square one?

However, he also knew that since ancient times, such stolen goods could never be sold at the original price.

Not to mention this kind of stolen goods, all the legal spoils obtained from winning the war are like this.

You know, one of the important ways for merchants to make money in ancient times was to accompany the army and buy the soldiers' spoils at low prices.

Among these spoils, 50% off is the norm, 20% or 30% off is not uncommon. If you meet someone who doesn't know the value of the goods, even 10% off is not outrageous.

So the price given by "Rat" Haakon is actually reasonable.

“Okay!” said Thomas.

After all, we had agreed beforehand to let "Rat" Haakon do the appraisal.

As long as it's not too excessive, he accepts it.

Ten thousand florins in cash. This was also the maximum amount of cash a single rider could carry.

If there is more, the horse will not be able to carry it.

Although it was not a shocking number for Thomas now, it was still visually shocking when he actually held 10,000 florins and saw the entire leather pocket full of cute little coins shining with gold.

"Here, our harvest." Thomas picked up the purse and placed it in front of the Blasphemous Knight and Eva.

The Blasphemous Knight naturally had a calm expression, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

In a sense, he is a natural saint because of his indifferent nature. Money is like a cloud to me.

But what was rare was that Eva didn't react at all.