A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

People are fine, but horses are easily frightened. Some equipment must be transferred from the saddle and carried on the body.

No one who comes here cares about a few horses.

In fact, Gandalf's mule was grazing in a field nearby.

Taking a break, Thomas pulled Gandalf aside.

"Master, the expression on your face just now... What's going on with this Eva woman? Who is she?"

"You don't know?" Gandalf asked in surprise.

"I don't know. Do you know her?"

"The Archduke's daughter, of course," Gandalf replied. "A bastard," he added.

"Are you sure?" Thomas was also shocked.

How could the daughter of the Grand Duke, even if she was an illegitimate daughter, get involved with a wanted criminal?

"Of course I'm sure," Gandalf shrugged. "The Grand Duke invited me to help confirm paternity," he said. "Unfortunately, his request was too difficult. No matter what method I used, I couldn't completely and satisfactorily answer it. Finally, I had to come up with a way to use the seal of the illustrious blood to confirm paternity."

It turns out that the idea of ​​using illustrious blood for genetic testing... was just something the old money-grubber came up with.

However, the old miser should have only designed the plan, and the specific operation should not have been carried out by the old miser, otherwise there would be no need to get the blood of renown from Thomas.

"So, in this process, I've met all of his children," Gandalf said. "Including illegitimate children!"

Indeed... Now that he thinks about it, Thomas also feels that Eva is indeed an extraordinary woman.

Apart from anything else, the bag filled with 10,000 florins was thrown in front of the couple. The two of them didn't even look at the gleaming gold.

Blasphemous Knights are naturally aloof, which is understandable, but Eva is very special.

Thomas remembered a famous saying from his previous life: women, like dragons, are attracted to golden and shiny things.

Although they lived in two different dimensions and different times in their two lives, Thomas was very sure that women were the same species.

And nothing has changed.

I am also not resistant to shiny things.

Therefore, only a wealthy family can raise a woman like Eva.

Moreover, she became a mercenary not because of any changes in her family, but simply because her family didn't care about her.

Damn...this guy Boris...how should I put it...he is so enviable!

Fortunately, God made him born without emotions, otherwise God would be so unfair!

Thinking back to the Grand Master's introduction, I finally understood why the Grand Guild would pardon a wanted criminal like the Blasphemous Knight.

The three of them put the horses here and packed up the things they needed to take.

While they were doing this, Gandalf remained on the stone, gazing into the distance.

As Thomas passed by, he heard Gandalf chanting something.

"...When thinking of ghosts and spirits, remember that no matter how painful or horrible things are... I was reborn... to liberate all ghosts..."

"Master, what are you reading?"

"The Sutra of the Original Vow of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva," Gandalf replied seriously. "But you probably don't understand this word, so I can't explain it."

Thomas rolled his eyes inwardly.

The old money-grubber used the Russian language, so there's no telling how many translations it's been through. God knows what it's become.

"Master, we're going over there," Thomas said.

"This is for you, it should be useful." The miser suddenly took out a few things from his arms.

"Is this... a compass?"

It looks like a compass, but it's obviously not one.

"No, it's called a magic indicator. It points in the direction of the strongest magic... Of course, if there's no magic around, it won't react at all," Gandalf said. "Of course, the further you go, the more stable it will be in pointing the direction. You'll need it in the nightmare mazes ahead."

Say goodbye to Gandalf and move on.

The meeting place agreed upon by Gray Wolf is still ahead and should not be far away.

In that small village.

……

Snow Wolf stood outside the house, looking into the distance.

In the thick fog, the naked eye could not see more than twenty steps away.

She had been standing here for a long time, waiting for the Shadow Wolf to arrive.

This incident happened so suddenly that there was no time to mobilize too many people. Everyone else went in, and she stayed behind as a backup.

In the hazy state, I suddenly noticed a change in my surroundings. It had been a foggy afternoon, but now it had become a city at night.

There were vague shadows, as if vehicles were driving on the street at night. The fog had also thinned a lot.

It is hard to tell whether it is reality or a dream.

In other words, "dreams" are already eroding the real world.

She waited outside, but she didn't see a figure silently appear on the side of the house, outside the wall.

Chapter 157: Peripheral 3

The man held a flying claw in his hand and threw it upwards gently.

With his claws hooked, he used the force to climb up little by little. Soon, he had already climbed over the wall.

Landed smoothly on the ground in the yard.

But it was a masked man.

After standing firm, he looked around and walked quickly towards the inner room.

The door was bolted.

But this did not faze him. In the blink of an eye, he had a thin-bladed sharp knife in his hand. It was obvious that he came prepared.

The knife was inserted into the crack of the door, and the bolt was moved away little by little.

Finally, with a slight creak, the door opened.

A figure flashed in.

The house was in a mess, suggesting that the previous occupants had fled due to an emergency.

Later, newcomers occupied the place.

The luggage of the new arrivals was piled up here, including various equipment, food, drinking water, etc.

The figure searched around the house and quickly found the water tank.

He casually took out the medicine bag and wanted to pour it into the water, but he stopped immediately.

After thinking for a few seconds, he opened a piece of luggage and found the first aid kit inside.

Nowadays, people who are a little more particular will put their medicines in small boxes, which will cause the medicines to be contaminated.

Just mix the poison into the medicine and it will be done.

Among these pagans, those who are injured will never have a chance to recover!

Uninjured pagans can be used as cannon fodder. As for the injured pagans...then let them die early!

Just as he was about to open the box, he heard footsteps outside the door.

Someone's coming back? He immediately stopped what he was doing and hid in a corner.

Accompanied by some incomprehensible mumbling, the footsteps continued to move away.

The figure breathed a sigh of relief and continued to lower his head to open the box.

"Who!" Suddenly a woman's voice shouted.

The next second, someone kicked open the door of the room.

It was none other than the Snow Wolf.

She immediately noticed the small medicine box in the figure's hand and glared at him.

Without waiting for the masked man to react, Snow Wolf drew his swift sword with a flick of his hand and took the initiative to attack.

With two swishes, the two men attacked and dodged, and in a blink of an eye, several moves were exchanged.

The Snow Wolf's swift sword is fast, sharp and ferocious.

But no matter how fast she was, the masked man was even faster.

Although the thin-bladed dagger in his hand was only for defense and not attack, it could actually fight on par with the swift sword.

Of course, this is also because the room is relatively small, making it inconvenient to move around, and the attack method is relatively monotonous.

The Snow Wolf retreated slightly, wanting to use other moves, but the opponent showed no sign of delaying and simply turned and ran.

The Snow Wolf caught up, but the other party had already thrown out his flying claws. Using the power of the flying claws, he jumped into the air, stepped on the wall several times, and actually climbed over the wall and left.

"Don't even think about running!" Snow Wolf was startled. She immediately opened the door and rushed out, following closely behind the masked man, chasing him all the way.

The two men, one chasing and the other fleeing, ran a distance in a blink of an eye.

The surroundings had once again transformed into a gloomy cemetery, with collapsed graves, exposed debris, and, of course, jagged tombstones scattered across the ground.

In this fog, it is difficult to distinguish between reality and nightmare.

Fortunately, nightmares do not modify things in reality, they just add extra things to the template of reality.

Suddenly, the snow wolf stopped and then moved away.

A flying knife flew over her head and hit a broken tombstone behind her at an angle.

If Snow Wolf hadn't noticed the flying knife just now, it would probably have been stuck in her chest by now.

She stopped and stared straight ahead.

The first masked man had stopped and nodded slightly to another man dressed similarly.

"It's useless. We've been discovered." said the second figure.

"No way, this woman is so vigilant!" said the first one. "What the hell is this?"

As he spoke, he crushed the arm of a naked corpse with one foot, and the hand and arm bones rolled everywhere.

"How to do?"

"What else can we do? Just kill her!" The latter shrugged. "This bitch! Let me show you what power is!"

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, surrounded the snow wolf.

The speed was so fast that the Snow Wolf couldn't react for a moment and didn't know which one to deal with first.

This is the difference brought about by practical experience.

Although he is an elite warrior, Snow Wolf really doesn't have much combat experience.

More often than not, she served as a messenger, a platform, and the proprietress of a brothel.

Force is not her forte.

This time, I chased him out, but I miscalculated.

After all, although everyone in this operation was not under each other's command, they were essentially on the same side.

Even if they are temporary allies, they are still allies.

When the snow wolf aimed at the one who was closer, the other party stopped, smiled sinisterly, and shot another flying knife towards her chest.

This is a tactic often used by hyenas or wolves to bully the minority with their numbers.

Being in front of the enemy is only responsible for attracting the target's attention, while getting behind the enemy is where the killing move lies.

A simple strategy, but effective.

Snow Wolf dodged the flying knife, but the man behind him had already arrived.

The second flying knife followed suit at this time. This one came directly, as if it was specifically designed to make you dodge.