A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

“…How…is it possible…”

"You've got one thing wrong," Thomas continued. "I'm the envoy, not the alpha wolf!"

"If it were the Alpha Wolf, he'd really need solid evidence. If he executed someone without proof, the others would be dissatisfied, and future work would be impossible. Once morale was lost, the entire Wolf Den would be in trouble. But the Special Envoy is different," Thomas sneered. "I've been ordered to investigate the deaths of the three Alpha Wolfs, nothing more. As for whether the Wolf Den can still operate, what's my business? That's a problem for the next Alpha Wolf to worry about!"

"So, when I was cursed, I immediately assumed it was you. That's enough for me!"

"So...that's how it is..." The fox wolf finally understood.

She suddenly gave a miserable laugh.

"Shadow Wolf... you don't understand... what you've done..." She reached into her bosom and pulled out a scroll. "The prince... will... avenge me..."

The scroll suddenly burst into flames and began to burn.

Thomas was also caught off guard. He had no time to do anything and could only watch the scroll turn to ashes.

"This is……"

"It's a magic scroll." The Blasphemous Knight recognized it. "It's probably used for communication."

With a wave of his hand, all the blood stains on the Damascus knife were shaken off.

The battle is over.

The three wolves didn't even have a chance to escape.

Of course, this was perfectly normal. Thomas had already mastered the Art of Steel Soul to its peak, and even if the opponent didn't use his supernatural powers, while Thomas could use some of them, he could only last ten moves against the Blasphemy Knight.

Even the Steel Soul Secret Technique, which specializes in defense, can only do this, so it is even less likely that other elites will have any chance of winning.

This is the difference between the national defenders and the elite. It is not just a few levels higher, but a world of difference.

Elites are still ordinary humans, while the protectors of the country are already demigods.

"The Gwalan... family?" Thomas turned his attention back to the front line.

Most of the guards have been eliminated, but some are sure to escape.

Thomas was really curious about the Gwalan family.

"Well," Thomas said to a distant attendant. "It's your turn. I hope my thousand florins weren't wasted!"

"I won't let you down, sir." The man bowed. "What do you want to ask?"

"Everything," Thomas said. "I want to know what they did, why they murdered the Wolf Leader... and where their money is! Oh, and I need to control them, too. I'll just turn them into zombies and get as much money as possible out of them."

Chapter 231 Gwalan 1

The snowflakes flutter like smoke, hazily flying around.

The Gvaran family's residence is right on the banks of the Volkhov River.

Specifically, it is next to their private dock on the outskirts of the city.

Due to its complete supporting facilities and convenient location, many businessmen choose to settle here.

Standing at the highest point of the family mansion, you can see countless sails still moving in the snow on the Volkhov River.

This is also the last prosperous time of the year.

The first snow has fallen, and the day when the rivers freeze over is just around the corner. Once the ice freezes over, all commerce that relies on rivers and oceans will come to a halt.

Gwalan was wearing a warm black mink robe, the pure black fur swaying slightly in the wind.

There was a chill in the wind.

Originally, looking at the river flowing below in such a cold wind always made him feel good, but the news he just received made his mood suddenly worse.

He stood on the highest terrace of his mansion, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea in his hand.

This is not low-grade tea, but high-quality tea from faraway China, and the same amount is worth as much as gold.

But he was no longer in the mood to drink.

"What's going on at the Wolf's Den?" he asked, frowning. "The Fox Wolf sent people to ask for help, and our trading post was captured and burned by the Wolf's Den."

He slowly turned around and looked at the three people behind him.

All three are his sons.

Although Ross basically maintains monogamy, monogamy cannot prevent men from having mistresses.

Not to mention three, even ten or eight children would not be surprising.

He has seven grown sons, all of whom are elite warriors.

Not to mention the team under him.

He could easily pull out dozens of elite warriors.

With such strength and influence, who in the entire Novgorod dares to underestimate it?

The three people standing before him were none other than his eldest son, little Gwalan.

The other two were illegitimate children: Luigi, born to an Italian woman, and Atalanta, whose mother was... well, even Gvaran didn't know what country she was from.

Anyway, she was very beautiful and could please men, and that was enough for Gwalan.

After receiving the news, they rushed to the family base immediately.

Several vicious wolves in the Wolf's Den cooperated with the Gwalan family to engage in human trafficking, bringing huge benefits and connections to both parties.

The slave trade is the family's key pillar industry, so no matter what, there can be no problems here.

"Dad, I've looked into it," Little Gwalan said. "The Fox Wolfs were using the power and intelligence of the Wolf's Den to benefit our family, and the higher-ups at the Wolf's Den discovered it. She's probably imprisoned now."

Everyone knew that he had a private relationship with the Fox Wolf.

More than ten years ago, Gwalan handed over the family business to his eldest son.

The latter did not disappoint him and found the Wolf's Nest for help. The two sides formed an alliance and used the Wolf's Nest's intelligence system to help the Gwalan family develop.

In just a few years, the family business has been further developed, and now a private dock has been established.

Everyone in Novgorod knew that their family was a new elite.

Who would have thought that now... the Fox and Wolf would be defeated?

"The Wolf of the Night...the Wolf's Lair...is not easy to deal with." Gwalan sighed.

Those who truly understand the Night Wolves understand that it is an organization that seems inconspicuous and has only a few members, but is actually all-powerful.

An organization that has the fastest information transmission in this era should never be underestimated.

When the alpha wolf was still around, things were easier. He was old and aloof, not really interested in trivial matters, as long as he could satisfy his own needs.

I won't interfere with anything the wolves do.

Later, the wolf died by chance and was replaced by a new one, and things became difficult.

Not every wolf leader is so easy to fool.

A true alpha wolf would not want an organization like Wolf's Den to have anything to do with the Gwalan family or even the power behind the Gwalan family.

The result was several incidents of assassinating the alpha wolf.

If you do something like this, it's only a matter of time before you get into trouble.

Or maybe everyone actually understands that this is something that will happen sooner or later, and just lives one day longer.

But unexpectedly, the envoy from the Wolf's Den was so ruthless and acted so quickly, leaving no chance for Fox Wolf and others to escape.

"Dad, Fox Wolf and the others have been working with us for so many years, and she has helped our family a lot. If we don't save her, how can we gain people's trust and survive in the future?"

"Besides, our family's trading post was destroyed. How can we remain silent? If we show weakness, we will only attract more enemies!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Gwalan interrupted. "The problem now is that there is no benefit in doing this!"

The fox wolf has been captured by the Wolf's Den envoy. Even if he is not dead now, he will definitely be executed after a while.

Even if she is rescued, her value will no longer exist.

As for the business station...

Although they are under the brand of the Gwalan family, in reality they have made very little real investment.

The loss of this investment was not enough to move the Gwalan family.

After all, in the business world, such small losses cannot even be considered losses, but part of the cost.

"What should we do now? Are we just going to watch our trading post being destroyed?" Little Gevalan's voice rose unconsciously.

He is now in his prime, and has recently been successfully promoted to a high-level elite. In terms of strength, he is already the strongest person in the entire family.

As your strength grows, your confidence in speaking will naturally increase.

Old Gwalan shook his head.

"Atalanta, report this to the Grand Duke. Our family's trading post was destroyed by bandits. They must give an explanation for such a serious case."

"Yes," Atalanta agreed. Although he was an illegitimate child, he had held a high position for a long time.

So he also knew that although the Gwalan family was now prosperous on the surface and was the upstart that everyone envied, in reality, it was no longer as strong as before.

A lot of money was swallowed up by that bottomless pit.

"Also, regarding the trading station, although most of the investment comes from Fox Wolf and others, we also have a portion. But the prince also has a share. We need to contact him and see what arrangements the prince has..." Old Gwalan continued to make arrangements.

"Yes," Atalanta replied.

Then, old Gwalan looked at his eldest son.

"I originally thought that even if Fox Wolf and the others fell out with the Wolf's Den, they would ultimately just defect," he said. "I didn't expect them to be immediately apprehended by that young envoy. They're young, after all, and immature... Wouldn't it be better to just stay in their place? Amicable separation would be a win-win for everyone. The Wolf's Den could continue their intelligence business... but now they have to be dealt with."

"Dad, I'm worried that something might happen to the foxes and wolves if we stay here for too long." Little Gevalan reminded.

"Don't worry. If they're going to kill her, they'll kill her right then and there. If they don't, they'll definitely wait a while. They'll probably interrogate her," Old Gwalan said. "Of course, we can't tell the prince that. We have to say her life is in imminent danger."

A sharp light flashed in old Gwalan's aging eyes.

"Since this Wolf's Den envoy refuses to part ways amicably, let him understand... this is Novgorod, not Kiev!"

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Author's words: Thanks to fellow reader Yang Zhuoqing for the reward.

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Chapter 232 Gwalan 2

"Dad, why don't we do it?" Little Guevalan still didn't quite understand.

"Why are you doing this?" Old Gwalan slammed the table in frustration. "We're not in a rush about this. The most urgent matter should be the Prince's contact... what's his name?"

"Red Dragon?"

"Yes, that's him!" Old Gwalan said. "The one nicknamed Red Dragon. If Fox Wolf and the others reveal all their secrets under torture, then Red Dragon will have to worry. The prince doesn't want to be exposed right now! On the other hand, for us, no matter how much she reveals, it will be meaningless."

They were just slave traders... and the whole of Novgorod knew about it.

"So, he will try to solve this matter as soon as possible!"

"The Wolf's Lair is something we should be wary of... After all, we are businessmen and our industries are here. Our houses, warehouses, and docks can neither fly nor run away, and cannot withstand deliberate retaliation. The Wolf's Lair only needs to send one or two people to set fires a few times, or even spread a few rumors to cause us heavy losses. But we are not afraid of the Red Dragon." Old Gwalan laughed.

Several people immediately understood and were impressed by their father's thinking.

Suddenly, someone came over.

It was a maid who hurried out of the room to the terrace, then leaned over to old Gwalan's ear and said a few words.

Old Gwalan laughed. "Looks like we don't need to go anymore. Our guests are here!"

"Let him in!" he said to the maid.

After the maid left, he said to his sons, "Let's go to the reception room to meet our distinguished guest."

The father and his sons moved quickly and entered the reception room first. After they sat down for a few minutes, the guest pushed the door open and came in.

It was a strong and tall figure.

He has tattoos all the way to his neck.

It was a red dragon with its head right on its neck.