A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"Madam is in her little living room..." The butler wanted to say something, but Thomas had already walked straight into the villa.

After a while, we arrived at the small living room.

Freya was wearing ordinary home clothes, with her hair tied into a ponytail like a traveler, and she was sitting at the table.

There was a piece of silk on the table, and in the middle of the silk was the crystal ball.

On the crystal ball, there were hazy, cloud-like things floating around.

It looks like impurities caused by poor manufacturing technology.

By the way, no one except Freya can figure out what is inside the crystal ball.

"Freya!" Thomas shouted.

Freya was startled a little and looked back.

"Sir, you're here!" She happily stood up to greet him. But when they were about to take the last step, she stopped.

“What are you doing?” Thomas asked.

"I'm doing my daily divination," Freya said.

"You don't seem surprised at all to see me?"

"Several days ago," Freya said. "I sensed it. The shadow that had been covering you has lifted."

The timing matched, and Thomas felt relieved.

And that shadow...

Thomas could never forget that endless shadow - the wall of the world was squeezed to the extreme and turned into a shadow.

"I might have to go on a long trip," Thomas said.

"You'll be back." Freya said with a playful wink. "Halfway."

"Wait, don't say anything!" Thomas spoke quickly to stop the other party from saying more.

Having finally settled the waves of fate's backlash, Thomas didn't want to create any more waves.

It’s fun to use divination to observe your destiny, but it’s quite painful when you have to pay back your debt.

"At your command, my lord."

"Let's not talk about this anymore, Freya. I have a few questions for you. What's the matter with that letter you gave me?"

"I remember telling you that I came into contact with several local noble ladies," Freya said. "Then I discovered that divination is actually quite popular among the upper echelons of Kiev, especially among noble women."

“As expected,” Thomas said.

"So I had the opportunity to come into contact with several fortune tellers," Freya explained. "Then I discovered something: other fortune tellers..."

"They are different from me. Their divination is limited in the number of times they can do it."

Thomas's color changed slightly.

Although divination may be considered pure superstition in previous lives, it is a real power in this world.

Of course, even if we have to guess, we can guess that there must be a lot of scammers among them.

But Thomas also knew long ago that Freya was different from other fortune tellers.

Actually, Gandalf also knows how to tell fortunes, and his divinations are quite accurate. This also means that there are actually quite a few people who can do it.

But only Freya could abuse it to this extent.

Of course, if it weren't for this, Thomas probably wouldn't have been able to escape from Bohemia unscathed and make a fortune.

"I met a Tartar woman who knew oriental writing," Freya said. "She told me that divination can backfire."

"If you don't want to be harmed by the power of divination, or if you want to minimize its impact, you can't directly disclose the results," Freya said. "That's why I wrote that letter to you, sir. I imagine you must have been very concerned about this."

"Okay, now that this matter is over... What exactly did you divine at that time?" Thomas thought for a moment and felt that asking for the answer now would not affect anything.

"I can't explain it clearly. It's just a possibility, one that seems very favorable to you," Freya said. "Fate forks there, and it's up to you, my lord, to make the right choice."

"You can't explain it clearly?"

"Yes, I can only say that if those two were alive, it would have been beneficial to you." Freya lowered her head, so Thomas couldn't see her eyes and couldn't tell whether she was telling the truth or not. "Besides, you've already made your choice. Since time can't be turned back, there's no point in pursuing it now."

At this point, Thomas couldn't seem to complain any more. After all, Freya was doing this for his own good.

"I might go to Novgorod," Thomas said. It was quite normal to find that Freya was not surprised at all.

"My Lord, do you need me to help you with divination?"

"No, forget it... I'm beginning to understand why I came back halfway." Thomas murmured.

"I've always had a question: how do adults view fate?"

"Ah? Well...I believe in fate." Thomas said.

This has been proven countless times. You have to believe in divination!

"But just because I believe in fate doesn't mean I have to obey its arrangements," Thomas continued. "Although I can't completely control my own destiny right now, I've been working towards that goal, from the past, present, and future."

"My Lord, you should understand the power of fate. One cannot fight against that power."

"If I must die one day, I hope I can choose it myself, rather than being passively thrust into this fate. Especially without knowing it," Thomas said. "Also, I don't think fate is unavoidable. If you fail to fight fate, it ultimately comes down to not being strong enough!"

As he said this, he was thinking of Marlowit's power.

I was trapped in a nightmare maze and felt the power that directly created a small world.

If Malovit had not been ambushed and driven mad, he would not have lost.

Freya looked at Thomas in surprise, then lowered her eyes after a few seconds.

"Perhaps you are right."

"If I go this time, it will probably take a long time." Thomas changed the subject.

"If possible, could you please stay here tonight?" Freya asked. "It would be very convenient for me if you were here."

Thomas's mouth twitched.

Kiev is not an ideal society where people don't pick up things on the streets and leave their doors unlocked at night. Without a man in charge, some people will have bad thoughts.

Well, it doesn’t really matter.

When they were in Bohemia, although the time between them was not very long, the two of them did live together - except that they did not sleep in the same bed at night.

Besides, it is normal for monks to keep mistresses in any branch of Christianity nowadays.

"All right, prepare a room for me tonight," Thomas said. "One that I wouldn't mind if it caught fire."

"What? Fire?"

"Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem. Just give me a moment to get ready!"

Chapter 191 Pre-departure Arrangements 3

When we returned to the base, it was already late.

But it doesn't matter. Thomas has nothing else now, but he has plenty of time.

There was no big fanfare for this return, after all, the possibility of coming back was slim.

Even if he comes back, it will probably be as a way for the leader to inspect his work.

Having lived here for quite some time, even without intentionally doing so, I had accumulated quite a few personal belongings. These personal belongings needed a separate trip to take away.

This is really different from when he left Bohemia.

Thomas jumped off his horse and handed the reins to the groom at the door, feeling a little emotional.

Finally leaving completely.

This place is a small one after all. It can barely accommodate a knight commander, but it is not suitable for a squad leader.

He walked up the stairs that he was already very familiar with and came to his room.

Most of the things have been sorted out.

Mainly various types of clothing, and of course cosmetics, etc. Some armor I bought myself, as well as some weapons and equipment that I don't usually use but may need one day in the future, are all stuffed into the demiplane.

After all, it costs one hundred and fifty florins to open the door once, so not everything is put in it, and the small things are carried with them.

There were footsteps outside, someone was coming.

Thomas looked towards the door vigilantly - he had not closed the door when he came in just now - the person who came out was none other than Janos.

Thomas smiled softly.

It made sense for Janos to come looking for him. He must have given instructions to the groom at the door early in the morning.

So not long after I came back, Janos came.

"Lord Thomas..."

"Janos, I was looking for you," Thomas said. "Come in."

The room wasn't big, and naturally, it was a bit messy from all the packing, so there wasn't much room for guests. Fortunately, we were all familiar enough with each other that there wasn't much need for formalities.

"Are you...leaving?"

"Well, we've already had our farewell dinner," Thomas said with a faint smile. "So this time, I was planning to pack my luggage and leave quietly."

"You're going alone, then?"

"No, Boris, and Eva will leave with me," said Thomas.

Janos was a real young man, unlike Thomas, and an expression of indescribable disappointment appeared on his face.

"But I have something to inform you, Apprentice Knight Janos," Thomas said. "After my introduction, the Grand Master has accepted your application to officially join the Knights Templar. Official news should be available in a few days."

Janos put his hand in his mouth, and when he took it out, there was a deep tooth mark on his finger. His eyes were full of shock, and his face was full of "Am I dreaming?" expression.

Fortunately, the pain in his fingers told him that this was not a dream.

"That...that...Sir..." he stammered.

"From now on, I'll leave this place to you, Apprentice Knight Janos," Thomas said. "While Inquisitor Bai Lan is on sick leave, you'll be fully responsible for this place."

"Yes...yes, sir!"

"One more thing," Thomas said. "Have you ever thought about becoming an elite soldier?"

"I don't have such ambitions yet," Janos replied quickly this time. "And I won't actively pursue them. At least not yet."

To become an elite soldier, one must transcend life and death, unleashing the potential of the human body under the threat of death. The entire process... to put it bluntly, is a literal escape from death.

Not everyone has this ambition.

"Have you ever heard of... a potion that can help warriors safely cross life and death?" Thomas asked.

"I've heard of it," Janos said. "It's said to have first appeared in Novgorod. But most people think it's just a rumor."

"I'll sell you one bottle for ten thousand florins," Thomas said. "If you can reach the elite level, then the next step will be to become a knight, or even a knight commander. That would be a natural progression."

The Knights are ultimately a military organization. Although the father is important, the strength is no less important than the father.

In other words, there is no barrier for an elite warrior to be promoted to the rank of Knight Commander.

You don't have to do anything, just accumulate experience and you can naturally be promoted to Knight Commander.

Janos looked at Thomas in surprise, and after a long moment, he finally replied, "I understand, sir. But it may take a while."

"I know. I'll wait for you for a while." Thomas replied.

After Janos left, Thomas finished packing up his things.

Saying too much is not too much, saying too little is not too much.

Well, a carriage to carry that wasn't necessary, but a packhorse... was still necessary.

After completing his own preparations, Thomas went directly to the Blasphemous Knight's room.

I don’t know where Eva went, but looking at the room, I can tell that it has been tidied up.

Boris was here, looking thoughtfully at something in his hand.

A crossed sickle and hammer.