A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"If anything happens this time, I need your help," Thomas said.

Hajime tapped the rope end a few times, clearly telling Thomas that everything was fine.

The wolf's den is over there, hidden among the busy houses.

This place is not suitable for fighting, because any movement will attract the guards in the city.

Not to mention the Grand Duke's patrol team or Wiche's militia, even those brothels nearby require some guards.

After all, it is very common to cause trouble after drinking, fight out of jealousy, or escape internally.

To do this kind of business, you must have professional security guards.

If you want to launch a sneak attack here, you only have one or two minutes.

If the battle cannot be resolved in one or two minutes, the consequences will be completely unpredictable.

In other words, if you want to kill people here, you must have thorough preparations, such as deploying dozens of crossbowmen or musketeers on all sides.

Or it could be an overwhelming advantage in combat power, such as preparing two national defenders to besiege an elite force.

Otherwise it will be easy to get out of control.

So when Thomas arrived at the wolf's den, he didn't go in immediately, but walked around in all directions.

There is no ambush.

But that carriage... the luxurious carriage mentioned earlier was parked at the entrance of the wolf's den.

However, this area is a downtown area with many brothels, so it is normal for this kind of carriage to be parked in this area and it is not eye-catching.

There was a coachman in the carriage who was just an ordinary person, and there was another person in the carriage who was an elite warrior.

Thomas estimated that this person was most likely the One-Eyed Wolf.

Then Thomas changed direction, walked closer to the wolf's den, and fully deployed his spiritual field.

The expanded mental field's perception decreased, but its range increased. It could clearly be sensed that there were only two people inside the wolf's den.

Needless to say, one of them is the wolf leader's assistant, the old man.

The other one... should be the fox wolf.

It was... a bit unexpected. At this moment, this fox wolf suddenly ran over to find him. What did he want to do?

Thomas quickly entered the wolf's den.

Instead of entering the door, he stretched out his hand at the edge of the wall, and Hajime directly crawled out from his sleeve and wrapped around a certain support point.

Then, without any effort on his part, Hajime pulled his arm and dragged him over the wall.

This is the advantage of the magic rope, similar to Batman. Even if he encounters an interception in mid-air, he still has enough room to deal with it.

It's not flying, nor is it hovering, but it's very practical and effective.

The fox is in the yard.

Under the moonlight, the fox wolf, dressed in a red gauze and white dress, was startled for a moment, then half-knelt on the ground and slowly stood up.

"Greetings, Special Envoy! I'm sorry to have come here to report an urgent matter to you!"

"What's the matter?" Thomas asked impatiently.

If this wasn't a deliberate conspiracy, it was a bribe.

"That's right." Fox Wolf said seriously, "There was an accident with the medicinal herbs yesterday, and the boss needs to intervene."

"Then what are you doing here? This should be the business you are in charge of, right?" Thomas frowned.

The medicinal materials business was a vacancy reserved for the alpha wolf, but Thomas was only a special envoy, not the alpha wolf.

The previous alpha wolf died long ago, otherwise Thomas wouldn't have come here.

"I dare not, but... you, my lord, are the only one who is suitable to step forward as the boss right now," the fox wolf said. "After the winter snows, the medicinal herb business basically comes to a halt. Now is a critical time to distribute dividends, and we can't make any mistakes."

She didn't mention money at all, but this was blatant bribery.

Thomas snorted coldly.

"Okay, I'll take over for a while," Thomas said. "When and where?"

"Tomorrow night, right here, in that hotel. You don't have to say anything, just show up."

"Okay," Thomas replied. "You take care of the rest."

"Yes!" The fox wolf answered quickly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

After all, money paves the way for success. Even a special envoy cannot predict the secret.

After the fox and wolf left, Thomas went to the roof and looked towards the restaurant.

At this time, you can still see the bright lights and feasting, proving that this is not an ordinary hotel.

This is definitely a high-end consumption place in this city.

This kind of place, apart from anything else, is guaranteed to be safe. Just like the Wolf's Den, assassination is allowed, but the fight must be over within a minute. Or even half a minute.

A minute later, what happens is completely out of control.

In other words... this shouldn't be a trap, but merely... a bribe? A test?

A chance to get thousands of florins for nothing.

But it was impossible to let him go. After all, the Wolf Lord had offered 40,000 florins!

Chapter 218 Curse 1

The city of Novgorod has always been regarded as a transportation hub occupying an important waterway.

A city famous for its business naturally has no shortage of entertainment facilities.

In the bustling and noisy city, if you were to ask if the most lively and luxurious place at night was the Diplomat Restaurant, it would definitely be it.

The name is "diplomat", but in fact it is purely commercial.

The entire restaurant building is very tall, with seven or eight floors, and the edges are hung with layers of lanterns.

These are expensive oil lamps that can be burned all night long.

When the evening breeze blows, the lights sway, which is an extremely luxurious night scene in this era.

Of course, for Thomas, who had seen neon lights before, this was nothing new.

The guests coming in and out here are either rich or noble.

Thomas arrived on time and met a group of people in a compartment of the restaurant.

The various shareholders in the medicinal materials business.

The businesses run by Wolf's Nest, especially those that require a lot of time and energy, are almost all part-time, or in other words, they are all joint-stock.

Although he is called the boss, he is actually just one of the shareholders.

There was nothing much to say. The fox wolf was reading the account book, and everyone was quietly waiting for the money that would be distributed to them.

Normally, one-third of the profits are rolled over to next year's business, and two-thirds are distributed as dividends. All shareholders present here have a share, more or less.

The waitresses in the restaurant were dressed as aristocratic maids and came in to serve tea, water and snacks to everyone.

Then, just as she walked towards Thomas, the tray suddenly shook, and the contents on it fell to the ground.

A cup of warm tea was spilled all over Thomas' head and face.

The waitress quickly apologized and took out a small towel from her body to wipe Thomas dry.

Thomas almost thought it was a sneak attack, but in reality, nothing had happened. She didn't have any sharp blades, and the waitress wasn't some elite warrior. She was truly just a waitress.

He even carefully avoided Thomas' wolf head mask, obviously having no bad intentions.

Over there, after the account book was read, the dividend distribution began. Everyone started to get the money according to their shares.

It was a real deal. Bags of gold coins were taken out and distributed among everyone.

Thomas was the leader of the pack and received nearly two thousand florins!

That's several bags of money!

After the distribution, the formal banquet began and everyone enjoyed fine wine and delicious food.

The whole box was filled with joy.

However, the two people from the Wolf's Den did not attend the banquet. They wore wolf head masks and could not eat.

Thomas naturally left immediately, but the Fox Wolf did not leave the Diplomat Hotel.

In fact, after confirming that Thomas had left, he walked a few steps into another room.

Here, everyone is waiting.

"Looks like we succeeded." The one-eyed wolf spoke first.

"Of course!" The fox wolf took off his mask and threw a wink. "Two thousand florins... Haha, the so-called Wolf Lord's special envoy is only worth that much!"

The one-eyed wolf was already holding a white towel in his hand.

It was none other than the one that the waitress had just used to wipe the water stain off Thomas.

He carefully took a hair from the towel.

This is the hair of Special Envoy Shadow Wolf.

The one-eyed wolf handed the hair to a man beside him who was completely hidden in a black cloak. "Master, this is for you."

"So... do you want to kill this man?" The man stretched out a skinny hand to take the hair. There was a copper snake ring on his finger.

"Yes, that's him!" said the one-eyed wolf. "I've heard your curse-killing technique is incredibly powerful, so I'd love to see it for myself."

"Well...actually...never mind, okay." Although the man known as the master tried to refuse, everyone could see the actual situation.

Because all kinds of medicinal materials and utensils for the ceremony had already been prepared in the room.

This was a test of his strength. Seeing is believing.

The master picked up a piece of white paper, placed the hair on it, and prepared to pack it.

"Master, does your spell require the target's hair?" asked the fox wolf.

"Oh, not necessarily." The master laughed, his laugh as sharp as a night owl's. "It's mainly a matter of distance. If the distance is very close, then nothing is needed. But if the distance is far... then hair is needed. Or rather, it's not hair that's needed, but a body part. Fingernails, skin, flesh are all fine. The only requirement is freshness."

He took out a pair of scissors and cut off half of the hair. Then he wrapped the half hair in paper and lit it on the oil lamp.

"Come...in the name of Marlowet...I will cast the nightmare of death upon you!"

The oil lamp lit up the paper, sending black smoke rising.

But the smoke refused to dissipate.

He remained motionless, staring at the ominous smoke like a statue, breathing its evil breath into his black soul.

"That's it, wretch, that's it!" the Master muttered to himself, his eyes glowing red like a vampire lurking in the shadows.

Then he bent down, reached out and scooped up a pool of blood from the vessel filled with sticky blood, and used it to wipe his copper snake ring repeatedly until the yellow light was obscured by the deep red blood.

His fingers traced his ring in a strange, circular motion, and he whispered the name of the Nightmare God and a terrible curse. His voice deepened. As it did so, a bone-chilling chill filled the room. Although the Diplomat Hotel's heating system was top-notch, the chill penetrated directly to the heart.

The members of the Wolf's Den were not cowards, but at this moment they instinctively chose to stay away from the spellcaster.

These foul spells of primitive sorcery, long forgotten by the world, are spoken only in the dark and barbaric backwoods of Estonia, among the gloomy tombs where terrible ghosts still mutter and wander.

The air around him began to surge, like ripples on the surface of water, and a nameless, cold wind blew gently over him as if through an open door.

On the other side, Thomas returned to his residence in silence.

He had received two thousand florins for nothing, but Thomas could sense that something was amiss. This wasn't an analysis based on reason, but a warning from instinct.

But the truth was that nothing happened, no fighting, no poisoning, no honey trap... In fact, reason told him that this was just an attempt by the wolves to get away with it.

Thomas' attitude towards sugar-coated bullets... naturally, he eats the sugar coating and returns the bullet!

After all, the Wolf Lord is much more generous than them, isn't he? The reward given by the Wolf Lord is a potion worth 40,000 florins!

A mere two thousand florins is far from enough to bribe Thomas.

Thomas hid the extra gold coins and thought about his next move. But at this moment, he felt sleepy.

It was not yet ten o'clock, but in this day and age there was really not much to do at night except sleep.