A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Her eyes swept across the pile of gold coins, and her gaze was relatively calm.

It seemed that these ten thousand gold coins were nothing big in her eyes.

"Ms. Eva," Thomas said. While Eva's combat prowess might be considered mid-tier, she was the companion of the Blasphemous Knight, and Thomas had always been courteous to her.

"Just call me Eva," Eva said.

"I never asked you how you ended up with Mr. Boris."

"Ah, this..." Eva smiled shyly.

They were now walking back with their harvests, and the atmosphere was relaxed, so they could naturally ask questions that were usually difficult to ask.

"I saved her." The Blasphemous Knight suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Thomas was surprised.

"Yes, he was my savior," Eva said. "And then I followed him."

She snuggled up to Boris, her face showing indescribable happiness and sweetness.

"Well...excuse me, do your family...agree?" Thomas, with his mouth full of dog food, continued to ask.

"They don't care about me," Eva replied.

Thomas originally thought that Eva's family had all passed away, otherwise how could he have "saved her"? Now it seems that the situation is not what he imagined.

The story I had originally imagined, "A beautiful woman met a robber, her whole family was killed, and then she was saved by a hero," was aborted before I could even finish thinking about it.

"Uh, that..." Thomas wanted to ask another question.

"We are married," Eva continued.

"Ah, it seems I didn't care enough." Thomas was shocked. "You seem..."

"It was just a few days ago," Eva said. "In the church next door."

I see. Women really do... know how to take advantage of their situation. Thomas couldn't help but mutter a few words inwardly.

After all, Thomas is also a member of the church system, and his entire team also belongs to the church's power.

So Thomas had a good relationship with the church next to the station. When he held a beef banquet last time, he specially invited several priests from the church to join him.

In this case, if Boris and Eva went to the church to apply for marriage, people would not really investigate further. Without further investigation, it would be difficult to bring up Boris's three conversions and three apostasies.

Even if there are no relatives or friends to witness it... I guess I can get away with it.

In this era, there is no such thing as a marriage certificate from the civil affairs system. Once the priest declares you husband and wife, then you are husband and wife.

God can become the only witness.

As for whether God’s testimony is reliable...that depends on one’s own opinion.

"Okay, then we can split the money."

As they were talking, the three of them had already arrived at the place where their mounts were tied.

There are prepared pockets on the horse's back.

Thomas divided the ten thousand florins into three parts, giving one to each of them and two to each of them.

The Blasphemous Knight disagreed, and took the purses from Eva and Thomas, shifted them left and right, and filled them into two purses, one for Thomas and the other on his horse's back.

"That's fair," he said.

Chapter 136 Latecomers

Soon, the three of them were walking slowly on the road.

In the distance, a market town, or rather a suburban area, could be seen. It was none other than the settlement of the Star-Moon Cultists.

Of course they knew nothing about what happened last night.

Although it was daybreak, it was still early, probably breakfast time for ordinary people. As the three of them passed outside the market town, they felt that the city had not yet woken up.

A part of the most elite fighting force of the Star-Moon Cultists has been completely wiped out.

Even if fate would use this fulcrum to create waves in the future and try to engulf Thomas, the height of the waves would have been lowered by one level.

Of course, this is not enough!

Far from enough.

Thomas stared into the distance. He remembered clearly the last time he had seen a pair of eyes filled with hatred after assassinating the elite warrior who looked like Little Bahador.

So, after he found out that it was not little Bahador who died, he realized that the hatred was getting deeper and deeper.

There was no other way. It was either you or me. If Thomas didn't want to die, then he could only let the other person die.

It's not enough this time.

Normally, it is impossible to rob a caravan within Kiev.

Because even if they had the military force to destroy the enemy, they would not be able to prevent a small number of members from escaping and reporting to the Grand Duke.

This is only possible with the help of the Blasphemy Knight.

Thomas has also made up his mind. Since it is so rare to have the help of the Blasphemous Knight, he might as well do a good deed to the end and help the Buddha to the west!

Robbery once is robbery, robbing ten times is also robbery. How can we not make full use of it?

If he is really caught, the Knights will come forward to clean up his mess as long as he is not executed on the spot.

If that's the case, then what is there to be afraid of?!

"By the way, are you interested in saving money?" Thomas asked.

Carrying five thousand florins is still a bit cumbersome.

"Yes," the Blasphemous Knight replied. "Do you have a suitable place?"

During this period of time, Thomas began to understand some of the characteristics of the Blasphemous Knight.

When he's away from Eva, his apathy becomes especially noticeable. But when he's with her, it improves significantly. The former is definitely pathological, instantly recognizable. The latter...at least it's within the realm of normal human nature. At least you won't be surprised to see it.

Combined with what I learned from Gandalf before, the conclusion is obvious.

He was literally sucking the woman's emotions out of her.

"Yes, among the Jews," said Thomas.

After the last time, he did establish some contacts with the Jews.

It is said to be communication, but in fact it is just saving money.

The main reason was that there were no financial institutions like banks in those days—perhaps they existed in Italy, but not in Russia. People generally kept their money at home or buried it in the ground.

Although he disliked Jews, Thomas had to admit that he had no other choice.

……

In the dense forest outside the abandoned village.

The edge of the large tomb pit that has been deserted for several days.

Several figures in gray robes walked briskly over.

Someone found the body of a grave robber - the one who had been pierced by a spear and lay directly in a tomb.

As time goes by, the weather is getting warmer these days...Spring is a time of famine for many animals.

The body had been eaten by some animals and had been severely gnawed, leaving only the remains of clothes.

The wreckage had even rotted and smelled, attracting many mosquitoes and flies.

But that spear said it all—a battle had taken place here.

"You go and look for him!" The leader slowly lowered the hood of his gray robe, revealing a thin, old, and even a little bitter face.

But there was still an indescribable power in those eyes, enough to make a young and strong man feel timid.

The rest of the people searched everywhere, gathered again after a while, and reported the various clues they found.

There are recently cremated bodies here.

However, the cremator apparently didn't do his job well and turned everything into ashes, so a lot of useful information can still be obtained from the remaining remains.

Of course, this is also because they came early. After a while, there will be no trace left.

"So... someone has been here before?" The old man was a little surprised.

He looked at the tomb with a big hole dug in it and hesitated for a moment.

"Yes, teacher. Someone got here first... They killed the tomb robbers, and then there might have been a small-scale battle."

"Hmm...it seems I'm late," the old man said. "Light a torch and follow me in to take a look."

There is naturally nothing inside the tomb, or the underground temple.

The last time Thomas came, he searched very thoroughly.

"Teacher," a gray-robed man asked after coming out. "It seems like I have nothing."

"It's already been searched once, so it's normal there were no results," the old man said. "And it's not necessarily a bad thing. Speaking of which, at least half of this place could be a trap. Marlowet's followers are known for their secretiveness."

"So...what do we do now? We don't even know who our competitors are?"

"Don't worry, they're most likely Christians," the old man pondered. "And, speaking of which, they took such decisive action, most likely because I was inciting them."

"You? Why are you trying to mislead the Christians? This is not good for our plan..."

"The Christians aren't completely clueless; they've already noticed something!" the old man said impatiently. "It's just that they lack strong evidence, so they're hesitant. This is a very unstable factor, because no one knows what they'll do. Therefore, we can't ignore them. Since they know something, why not draw them into our plan?"

The old man looked at his disciples.

Although these disciples have strong faith, they are not smart enough, strong enough, or of any special value.

But there was nothing he could do. What he picked up in the basket were all vegetables. He had no right to be picky now!

It's a pity that his most beloved and capable disciple had already died in the previous operation.

"If Christians took action...what would they do?" someone asked foolishly.

"What to do? Hahahaha... you can guess it! Christians have done this kind of thing many times. Of course, it is to control those dying gods!" The old man laughed.

"Then don't we just... just follow behind them, do nothing, and wait to snatch the fruits of victory?"

"It's not that easy," the old man snorted. "In my opinion, the Christians are not strong enough to complete this task."

"what?!"

"That's a god. No matter how powerful Marlowet is, he's still a god!" The old man looked around at his disciples coldly. "We can only succeed if we are careful at every step. Don't try to cut corners! But..." He paused. "For now, we should help the Christians! We need to find them more helpers and provide them with more information!"

"Letting Marlowet become hungry for faith is a good thing! This will lower his vigilance against bait."

Chapter 137 Wolf's Lair Mission 1

Kiev, the wolf's den.

Stacks of intelligence documents kept flowing through Thomas' hands.

He was quickly searching for information about the followers of Marlowit and the manor that the Grand Master had directed him to.

Unfortunately, there is no direct intelligence.

After all, Malovit was just an insignificant figure among the gods of Rus. Both his authority and his teachings destined him to be a minority faith.

A deity that controlled nightmares was destined to have few followers. That is, when the priests held large-scale collective sacrifices, they might place Malovit on the platform... as a companion.

And the manor too.

An ordinary manor, there is really nothing worthy of the intelligence system's attention.

Since direct intelligence cannot be found, then... what about indirect intelligence?

After everything he had been through, Thomas had a better idea of ​​what was happening with Marlowe. This matter of Marlowe might not be that simple.

The final result made him sigh.

The Wolf's Lair is not omnipotent.

The main attention is still focused on the nobility, military and so on, and other things are not of interest to the Wolf's Den.

At this moment, a figure quickly walked in from outside and saluted Thomas.