A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Haakon the Rat gasped.

"Knight Commander Thomas, are you planning to...assassinate the Archduke?"

"Don't say that. I've always been law-abiding," Thomas said.

Chapter 152 Before the War 2

Haakon the Mouse looked the law-abiding Thomas up and down. "I'd love to help you, but if that's what you're asking..."

"Can't do it?"

"I must be frank with you. Right now, all the elite mercenaries in Kiev have been plundered. Or rather, all the registered mercenaries have been hired away. But no one knows why."

"there is none left?"

"All the normal channels are gone!" The Rust Gang leader spread his hands. "What on earth is going to happen in the next few days?"

Thomas sighed softly, took the money, and turned away.

"I have two guards," said Haakon the Mouse, behind him. "If you can guarantee their safety, I will lend them to you for three days."

“I can’t promise that,” Thomas replied.

After all, elite soldiers are not cabbages that can be picked anytime and anywhere.

It was already late when we left the city.

At dusk, a thin mist was floating outside the city of Kiev.

Come to think of it, the weather hasn't been particularly humid recently, but for some reason there is fog at dusk.

Thomas rode his horse and trotted towards the wizard's hut.

The magician's hut was silent. Even though the sound of horse hooves from outside was loud, the door of the hut could not be seen being opened.

The old magician doesn't seem to be at home.

A light mist hung over the grove. Thomas walked around the cabin and saw that the mule behind was gone.

That's a bit abnormal.

Thomas has come to look for Gandalf so many times, so Gandalf should be at home at this time.

Looking inside through the door, you can see that the big pot inside also reveals a dead feeling that only comes from being unlit for many days.

There was no trace of life in the entire room, and it seemed as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

"Tsk...are you gone?"

Thomas turned around and headed towards his own base.

Everything is normal here at the base.

The normal patrol time has already ended at this point, so almost all team members are here.

When Thomas came in, he saw everyone gathered in the martial arts field, competing.

In other words, Boris is fighting alone against the crowd.

This is also a very normal behavior in a militarized organization like the Knights Templar.

Everyone uses this method to determine each other's default status and improve cooperation.

The crowd did not notice Thomas' arrival, everyone's attention was focused on the Blasphemous Knight in the field.

Armed with a training machete, he is challenging yet another opponent.

The opponent was an older, more experienced middle-aged man, but he did not use a sword or other weapons as usual in a duel, but chose a spear.

As we all know, strength can only be measured when the equipment is the same. Otherwise, the saying "an inch longer, an inch stronger" is no joke.

For example, now he uses the advantage of the length of his weapon to accurately keep the distance so that he can reach his opponent but his opponent cannot reach him.

Even though the middle-aged man didn't attack frequently, everyone knew that he was invincible due to his weapon advantage.

"Profane Knight" Boris dodged the opponent's stabs without difficulty in the field.

"How many are there?" Thomas asked the person closest to him.

"The fifth one! How amazing... Ah... Captain, you're here?"

"The fifth one?" Thomas stared at the competition on the field.

"Yeah, the fifth one."

Without using supernatural powers, there was no difference between the elite and the middle-ranking troops. In other words, after a battle, the winner could not be determined without hundreds of moves.

It would take at least a thousand moves to defeat four of them.

But although Boris's forehead was covered with sweat, he did not show any signs of exhaustion.

No, there was little sweat even on the forehead.

The spear thrust forward once more, and this time the Blasphemous Knight swung his sword to block, separating the spear by a hair's breadth. Then, suddenly, he leaped forward, precisely seizing a moment of rhythmic misalignment and instantly closing the gap between them within the scimitar's attack range.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes... No longer giving the opponent any chance to distance themselves. The scimitars continued to attack the opponent's weaknesses like a violent storm.

After more than ten strikes, the spear was directly knocked out of his hand.

The winner was decided, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

The scimitar easily defeated the spear, there was really a huge gap in strength.

The one who was shouting the loudest was Eva next to her. She clapped her hands so hard that they were about to become swollen.

"Who else? Who else wants to try it?!" someone shouted.

If some people were still unconvinced before, now everyone is convinced. This kind of combat power is really beyond words.

But Thomas knew that this was under the premise that the Blasphemous Knight had restricted most of his power.

If the Blasphemous Knight uses all his skills, he can kill anyone on the field in three or four moves - except Thomas, of course.

Thomas has now reached the pinnacle of the Steel Soul Secret Art.

I don't know if I can compare to the Blasphemous Knight, but I feel that even if I am inferior, I won't be much worse.

"Me," Thomas said.

"Ah... Captain..." Everyone then realized that it was Thomas who was speaking.

Thomas stepped forward, took off his coat, and selected a training sword.

I don't know when, a sense of tension filled the whole place.

Everyone fell silent.

Everyone has just witnessed Boris's strength, but most people in the team have never seen Thomas's strength.

Because Thomas was always very busy, there was rarely any time for everyone to compete with each other.

But those who have memories remember that Thomas was able to suppress Bai Lan, even though Bai Lan was holding a magic sword.

Thomas and Boris stood face to face, looking at each other.

Boris with sweat on his forehead and Thomas who just came on stage.

Everyone actually wants to know what the outcome of the contest between these two people will be.

Thomas slowly raised his sword and assumed his usual stance.

"No!" Boris said suddenly. "I can't win."

Everyone was surprised.

"No more fighting," he said, dropped his scimitar, and turned away.

Everyone looked at each other and stood there, only Eva followed him.

Thomas put down his sword and slowly exhaled.

Boris is really amazing.

He saw through Thomas's strength at a glance and knew that this battle would eventually become a physical contest.

After all, this is an ordinary competition and no supernatural powers are used.

In terms of physical strength, he, who had already gone through a five-man round-robin battle, could not compete with Thomas, who had not been exhausted.

Chapter 153 Before the War 3

A moment later, Thomas knocked on the door of the Blasphemous Knight's room.

Boris opened the door.

Thomas walked in and found that Eva was there too.

The treatment here is theoretically one room per person - but if it's an obvious relationship like this, that's another matter.

Anyone with eyes can see the relationship between the two of them.

They have been a couple that has been inseparable since the beginning.

Boris looked at Thomas, his eyes full of confusion.

He seemed confused as to why Thomas came to him.

"Your share!" said Thomas, and he threw the purse on the table.

Boris did the whole deal.

When Thomas followed a large group of people to burn the manor villa as Shadow Wolf, the Blasphemous Knight easily killed the caravan of the Star-Moon Cultists.

It should be noted that although the Blasphemy Knight looks like he is out of touch with the world, he was wanted before, so it is impossible for him to make a living by working part-time (for example, as a guard or bodyguard) while traveling.

Thomas was certain that robbery was not unfamiliar to him.

Now I am just returning to my old job and doing it with ease.

The Blasphemous Knight took the purse, weighed it, and put it away.

Thomas didn't get any commission. For him, continuously weakening and attacking the Crescent Moon Cult was enough.

No matter what kind of trouble the Star-Moon Cultists can stir up in the future, as long as we cut off the source of the trouble and flatten the crest of your waves in advance, there will be nothing to be afraid of.

"Has the Grand Commander given you any new tasks?" Thomas asked.

"No." The Blasphemous Knight replied.

Thomas was taken aback. It seemed that it was indeed embarrassing to disrespect the identity of a knight.

Although the Grand Prince of Kiev signed his pardon, it did not mean that Christians could accept and forgive him.

After all, this was a blasphemer who had converted thrice and rebelled thrice.

"Get some rest," Thomas said. "I think we'll have some important things to do tomorrow."

"it is good!"

"By the way, have you paid off your debt?" Thomas thought of the huge sum of money that the Blasphemous Knight owed the old magician.

"It's paid off."

No wonder... the old man left so cleanly without any hesitation.

"Why did you fight with them just now?" Thomas asked.

The Blasphemous Knight doesn't look like a competitive or impulsive person at all.

"They bullied me!" Eva said before the Blasphemous Knight could even speak. "They actually said I was incompetent!"

"Ah..." This reason was beyond Thomas's expectations.

But when I think about it carefully, it seems normal.

Some things do not require the secret art of Steel Soul or actual combat. People with eyes can see some clues after watching for a long time.

For example, Eva's combat power...

That's very suspicious.

But Thomas knew very well that Eva's identity was not a partner.

Not just a lover.