A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Thomas stood in front of little Gwalan.

Little Gwalan was lying on the ground with his back facing up, his body covered in blood, but he was still breathing his last breath.

Moreover, due to the last burst of energy, his spirit seemed to be strong.

He didn't say anything, but just stared at Thomas with eyes full of hatred.

"Originally, this is an internal matter of the Night Wolves and has nothing to do with you. The moment you try to intervene forcefully, you are doomed to lose," said Thomas.

"So what if you can kill me?" Little Gvaran said angrily, "Prince Yaroslav will avenge me!"

"I've never met the prince..." Thomas said casually. "But I think he's a man of great ambition. Those who accomplish great things always focus on their primary goal, but compromise on other lesser priorities. Do you think he'd go after the Wolf Lord for you? Provoking a powerful enemy out of thin air?"

He shook his head slightly.

"How naive. Furthermore, after so many people in your family have died, what value does your remaining strength have? Is it worth it for Yaroslav to abandon all his plans and preparations just to avenge you? Should he give up his job?"

"I'm afraid that if the Wolf Lord extends an olive branch, Prince Yaroslav will immediately accept it."

Little Gevalan gritted his teeth and stared at him, feeling sad.

He actually knew very well that the reason why Yaroslav valued the Gvalan family was because of mutual benefit.

Because the family's financial resources and strength can bring him great benefits.

And once the family can't do it...

Then the Gvarans would be of no use to Yaroslav.

Thinking about revenge for him is definitely overthinking.

Do you really think Yaroslav is such a passionate person? If he would fight with all his might every time there was a little friction, he would not have developed the power he has now.

"It seems you understand," Thomas said. "Then we can end it."

He slowly loaded his pistol and pointed it at the little Gwalan's heart. "Your family should have anticipated this day by openly attacking and enslaving innocent civilians."

When the trigger is pulled, the flint ignites the gunpowder, turning into a flash of fire.

Little Gwalan's body trembled, and then blood spurted out of his mouth and nose. His eyes widened, and his bloodshot pupils stared at the other person's mask, as if wanting to see what kind of face was underneath the mask.

Chapter 240: Pursuing the Victory 1

After a while, Thomas waved towards the distance and said, "You can come over now!"

Over there, a figure walked towards them with slow steps.

It was the black-robed magician.

This person is truly a magician who deals specifically with death.

If Thomas had not hired this helper, he would not have been able to eliminate so many enemies so easily.

"That's a lot," the magician sighed. "It seems like a big project, my lord. I think I deserve a raise."

"Don't be too greedy, magician," Thomas said. "I've already given you a lot of benefits. Well... how about this: all the weapons and equipment on these people are yours."

He had just put on the blindfold and looked around.

There was no magical aura, which meant that none of these people had magical equipment.

Not even the Red Dragon.

Of course, this was normal. Magical equipment was a rare commodity in this era. People from the middle and lower classes couldn't afford it, even if they had the money.

"Thank you for your generosity." The magician looked very satisfied.

He walked over to a corpse and threw out a ball of powder.

The deceased immediately turned over and sat up in a stiff posture.

"How much wealth do you have, I mean cash?" asked the magician.

"I... don't have much property. Last time I gambled with a group of sailors, I lost all my money." The corpse replied stiffly.

Thomas listened and sighed.

After asking along the way, I found out that almost all the people in the Gwalan family were poor.

Literally poor.

They must have spent a huge price to buy the magic potion from the Gwalan family, which resulted in them selling their bodies to pay off the debt.

There was no personal wealth to speak of, and one could even say they were completely in the negative. The few who had spare cash were so meager that it wasn't worth the risk.

Damn, it seems like I was too generous... The magician actually made the most money?

But what is more surprising is that Red Dragon's men do have some money.

And almost all the money is kept by the Jews in the city.

The magician wrote down the contents of these people's wealth one by one.

You can pick it up later when you have time.

All in all, excluding real estate and the like, the total is probably around one thousand florins.

It's the turn of the little Gwalan brothers.

These two were also not very wealthy. One, as an heir, did not need much personal property, while the other bought a villa in the suburbs, kept a mistress, and had two children, spending all his money on these things.

However, their personal wealth may not be much, but the wealth of the Gwalan family is indeed quite a lot.

Unfortunately, the family fortress was quite strong, and Thomas did not dare to take any risks.

Although the Blasphemous Knight is a national defender, he has high attack and high dodge, but not high defense.

Flesh and blood alone cannot stop bullets.

At least not yet.

As for hiding on the side of the road waiting for an ambush opportunity, that is another matter.

Finally, there is the Red Dragon.

Then Thomas learned the truth of the matter.

I originally thought that the alliance between the evil wolves and each other was very strong, but in fact it was completely the opposite.

Little Gwalan came over and really wanted to rescue the fox wolf - because he was having an affair with this woman.

But Honglong and others came here simply because he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.

The Red Dragon was also very envious of the Wolf's Lair's property.

These are all high-quality assets, and together they can earn tens of thousands of florins per year.

It is a black and white business industry that the evil wolves have built up over many years by relying on the convenience of intelligence.

The Red Dragon concealed the entire matter. On the one hand, he was hiding it from the prince, while on the other hand, he was acting under the prince's banner.

Or it can be said that Prince Yaroslav was unaware of what was happening here.

The prince was not in Russia at all at this time; he had gone abroad.

We have to wait until next year to come back... and we can't come back until the spring when the ice and snow melt. It will take at least half of next year.

The prince's career is obviously still in its development stage, and he cannot just sit back and do nothing. He has to take care of many things personally.

However, he must have accumulated a lot of money for his great plan.

But on the other hand, he was not so generous to his subordinates. At least, he could not satisfy the Red Dragon's desire.

So the prince gave the red dragon a task, which was to capture as many prisoners as possible while he was away, while ensuring his own safety.

So this was a lucrative job. The Red Dragon had been trying to find ways to extort money, and this was the perfect opportunity for him to rob.

Yes, the bandits Thomas had heard about before, those who were active around Novgorod and could plunder and loot villages and manors, were none other than the Red Dragon.

He only has about twenty people under his command, but each of them is an elite fighter.

He could easily capture ordinary manors and villages. In order to prevent his identity from being leaked, he was very thorough in every action he took.

In other words, the three lights.

The Red Dragon has a very secret base outside the city. His main wealth, as well as part of the wealth entrusted to him by the prince, is there!

As for the whereabouts of the captives...

But even the Red Dragon didn't know about it.

The prince was extremely cautious in this regard and would not let a subordinate know his most crucial secrets.

The Red Dragon only knew that every once in a while, a group of Chude people would come here to take over from him and take the slaves away.

This group of slaves included those sent to him by the Gwalan family and those he captured himself.

The Gwalans always gave him slaves and took away the loot from him.

With the advantage of his family's private dock, he could easily sell these stolen goods to foreign merchants, and these goods disappeared quietly in Novgorod. If someone wanted to track down the whereabouts of the robbers in Novgorod, he would definitely not find any clues through the channel of selling stolen goods.

The slaves taken away by the Chude people disappeared from then on.

Of course, if there are high-value slaves, such as beautiful girls who can be sold at a good price, they will not be easily handed over to the Chude people. They will also be handed over to the Gwalan family and let them take them out and sell them.

This also helped maintain the Gwalan family's image as slave traders, preventing others from noticing anything was amiss.

Thomas glanced at the Blasphemous Knight. He raised his eyebrows, signaling this was an opportunity.

Moreover, there were a lot of horses, with three horses for each person, so it was no problem to travel at night.

"I'll leave this to you," Thomas said to the magician. "Leave the horses to Eva... She'll be here soon."

"Leave it to me, I will take care of everything." The magician looked up at the sky.

The wind is very cold.

After spending a few years in this place, anyone with a little meteorological experience would know that another rain and snowstorm is probably imminent.

The blood on the ground will soon be covered, washed away, and disappear without a trace.

It would not be difficult to send these zombies to the bottom of the Volkhov River or hide them somewhere in the wilderness.

Chapter 241: Pursuing the Victory 2

Another dusk.

The second snow of this year has also stopped.

The weather became a little clearer, and the setting sun at the end of the distant horizon was blood-red.

The smell of blood was also strong in the camp.

Thomas took one last look around the camp, making sure nothing was left behind.

Thanks to my young body and the good exercise, I don’t feel anything even though I’m tired after a day and a night.

In fact, fighting is a small matter. What really takes up time is the early journey and the later looting.

It took a whole day to find all the belongings in the camp and pile them up.

This camp is actually just a small village - there is a wooden wall outside. Maybe it was once a remote village, but unfortunately it was occupied by the red dragon group.

Of course, the fate of these villagers is obvious.

Slave traders, even middlemen, are despicable in themselves, but what Red Dragon and Gwalan did is even more despicable.

At least, Thomas didn't feel anything wrong when he killed these people.

Thomas didn't know what happened to those slaves, but everyone knew it was definitely a grave disaster.

Go around a warehouse where slaves were held.

The warehouse was empty. It was obvious that the Red Dragon group had dealt with all the captives and slaves before the snow fell.

After all, winter in this place is no joke.

After turning around the slave warehouse, he ran into the Blasphemous Knight in front of him.

The Blasphemous Knight held a stack of books in his hands.

"There's still some over there." Boris gestured towards Thomas as he saw him approach. "They should be worth something."

Books are still quite valuable these days.