A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Thomas glanced at it casually. "A magic book?"

"should be."

The so-called "magic book" is a general term, including books that actually record magic, books about magic common sense, magic theory, etc., and even books that are magic items themselves.

The authenticity of such books cannot be guaranteed. For example, junk books like "Becoming a Great Magician" are easily recognized as fake by anyone with even a passing knowledge of magic. However, others are much more subtle.

Only when problems arise in practice can we understand whether its content is true or false.

Therefore, those who truly want to learn magic must still become disciples of a formal spellcaster. Magic books like this can only be used as a reference and should not be fully trusted.

Even so, these books are still very valuable. Although it is difficult to sell them in cash, if you can find a real buyer or a lucky buyer, any book can be sold for several florins.

That's why the Profane Knight takes them as part of his spoils.

Thomas followed the other party's instructions and went to an exquisite small building nearby.

The Blasphemous Knight must have developed this skill during his time as a fugitive; he was indeed quite adept at finding things. He had actually found a secret bookcase hidden in the wall of a bedroom on the second floor of the small building that had been ransacked twice.

There are a few more books in the bookcase.

Thomas picked up a book at random, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"Supernatural Magic"?

This should be a high-level wizard's conceptual explanation of the world view and magic.

Thomas had seen this book before from the Grand Commander. He flipped through it briefly and was very interested in its contents.

I've been searching for it since I came here. But there's actually a manuscript here?

Now was not the time to read, so Thomas decisively stuffed the book into his pocket and put it next to the golden apple.

Then continue searching on the bookshelf.

The other books were all about the basics of magic, which could be sold for a bit of money, but they were of no particular value to Thomas.

In addition, there is a booklet.

This isn't a book, it's a diary?

Thomas casually opened it and took a look at the contents.

Judging from the content, this should be Red Dragon's diary? I can't believe this person actually has the habit of keeping a diary!

Thomas flipped through it casually and could tell that Red Dragon didn't write in his diary every day, but only wrote a little when he had free time or when he felt inspired.

Here is a record of him drinking the potion.

"...After drinking the potion, the feeling was unexpectedly quick. I thought it would cause me hours of pain, but it actually only lasted a dozen minutes. I felt my body warm, as if heat was surging through my internal organs... but this feeling was far from painful... I felt it, and grasped the power deep within my body... So this is my extraordinary ability..."

Wait! Thomas was startled. He remembered clearly that the potion's effect was supposed to torment a person to death, keeping them on the brink of life and death for an extended period. The terror of death would repeatedly stimulate the human instinct for survival, thereby unleashing the latent power deep within the bloodstream.

But according to the contents of this diary, the feeling of taking the potion... seems to be completely different from the theory.

The Red Dragon only felt a heat current flowing inside his body. Without any pain at all, he easily completed the promotion in just over ten minutes.

He continued to flip backwards.

The Red Dragon seemed to be very talented, because it didn't take him very long to further strengthen his extraordinary abilities.

Reached the elite high-level level.

At least that was his own assessment—from the way Thomas had fought him, he had indeed reached the elite high level. He possessed at least three extraordinary abilities that could be used in actual combat.

Then the Red Dragon... well, it seems to have a similar problem as Thomas.

He couldn't find the way forward. Or rather, he didn't know how he could be promoted to Protector of the Nation.

It can be seen that this person is still a bit ambitious. He is not satisfied with just being an elite and thinking of lying down and enjoying life. Instead, he hopes to be promoted to protect the country.

But he also felt nothing, no so-called promotion opportunity. He had no idea what to do.

So he went around asking people.

Unfortunately, there is no sage like Gandalf in Novgorod.

So he consulted many times and finally came to a conclusion - Rome!

Only by going to Rome can you have the opportunity to be promoted to Protector of the Country.

That city, the center of Christianity, the Vatican, possesses the highest level of knowledge and skills in the world.

There is nothing that cannot be done in Rome.

The prerequisite is that you must have money!

As long as you have one million florins and find the right path, you can definitely be promoted to Protector of the Country.

Obviously, the reason why the red dragon works hard to plunder wealth is to work in this direction.

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Thomas continued to look through the diary.

The rest are things that outsiders are not interested in.

For example, the red dragon actually has a rebellious heart and wants to take advantage of the prince's absence to find the source of the potion.

For example, he thought the prince was too ambitious and should have chosen a more efficient method, such as hiring the Assassins to assassinate the Grand Duke.

Once the Grand Duke dies, the successor will inevitably find it difficult to win the support of the people in the short term. This is the opportunity to start a rebellion.

Of course, now that he was dead, all his thoughts, plans, or complaints seemed meaningless.

However, Thomas worked hard to read the entire diary and finally found some useful information.

The diary stated that he had secretly hidden a bottle of potion during a transaction.

This bottle of potion, worth ten thousand florins, was originally intended for the Gwalan family, but was secretly intercepted.

This is a typical case of embezzlement of public funds.

He hid the potion in a corner of the basement, waiting for the right opportunity to sell it.

Of course, the diary was full of complaints, thinking that the prince was unfair and should not give the potion to the Gwalan family, which was of little value.

Guided by the diary, Thomas found the bottle of potion a few minutes later.

A very ordinary glass bottle.

When Thomas saw the potion, he knew something was wrong.

Because he had the magic potion that the Wolf Lord had given him before.

Just a quick comparison of the two potions... Even someone like Thomas who knows nothing about pharmacy can tell that these are two different things.

It can even be said that there is a world of difference.

One is a translucent liquid that is amber in color, reminiscent of cough syrup from a previous life.

One is a light white liquid with a lot of sediment, which reminds people of soy milk in previous lives.

Not only are there differences in appearance, but the two are also different in their perception of the spiritual field.

The Wolf Lord's potion... well, it was just an ordinary potion. In the spiritual field, it looked no different from any other liquid.

But this bottle of potion... the spiritual field can sense the existence of a certain energy within it.

Like a flame, energy that is ready to boil at any time.

The difference is so huge that if it weren't for the diary records, Thomas would never have recognized that this was the potion needed to be promoted to elite.

Holding the bottle of potion, I instinctively knew that this thing was not right.

Although I don’t know how the Wolf Lord’s magic potion is made, but... this thing is definitely not the same as the Wolf Lord’s.

But I don’t know what’s going on.

Thomas put the medicine in his bag and walked out with the remaining books.

Over there, the Blasphemous Knight was already arranging fuel everywhere, preparing to set a fire.

This was what the two of them had decided from the beginning - this base must be burned down.

"Boris," Thomas called out. "I have a question."

"Ah?" The Blasphemous Knight had never expected Thomas to say that.

"Someone told me that if I wanted to become Protector of the Nation, I should go to Rome," Thomas said. "There are methods for becoming Protector of the Nation there."

"As long as there is money, there is enough money!"

If he remembered correctly, the Blasphemous Knight had joined the Roman Catholic Church.

Although he eventually apostatized, he certainly had some understanding of the situation in Rome.

Of course, on the other hand, Thomas had no one else to ask this question. After all, this was Novgorod, far from Italy. It was okay to call it two different worlds.

The Blasphemous Knight was silent for a while.

"Yes, I think so," he said. "That is, if there is enough money!"

For some reason, the Blasphemous Knight's expression seemed to hold a hint of playful sarcasm. It was as if he had recalled something, but it also seemed to be just Thomas's illusion.

"Is Rome really that powerful? How did they do it?"

"The Demonic Web," the Blasphemous Knight replied succinctly. "The eighth-level Demonic Web! There's a spell esoteric within Christianity. It's probably called Divine Revelation or something... Anyway, it's an eighth-level spell. Using this spell, one can forcibly break through to the Protectorate."

"Anyone? Those who... I mean those who haven't reached the elite high level."

"Anyone should be able to do it. It's just a matter of one spell or two," the Blasphemous Knight replied. "If it's Kiev, or Constantinople... I can't guarantee that. But if it's Rome, they can definitely buy this divine revelation."

"A hundred florins?" asked Thomas.

"Perhaps more than that." The Blasphemous Knight replied.

As the two talked, they came to the hall of the camp.

All kinds of valuables looted from the entire camp were piled up together, including but not limited to gold coins, gold and silver jewelry, handicrafts, and so on.

The most important thing is gold coins.

At least 100,000 florins of gold and silver, and all added up to about 200,000.

Normally, two people would not be able to carry so many things.

But Thomas had his own private demiplane, which made the impossible possible.

Although it costs one hundred and fifty florins to open the door, it is definitely worth it!

When it was completely dark, everything was thrown into the demiplane.

The two men returned on horseback riding through the snow.

Thomas took a moment to look at his damaged godhead.

Boris had been with him last night, so it was certain he hadn't performed any sacrifice.

But Thomas was certain that the magicians would perform the sacrifice.

Even with a rough estimate, there are at least four or five magicians, right?

So today... there isn't even a single bit of new divine power around the damaged godhead?

Or we can say that the key to earning one or two balls of divine power a day during this period is the Blasphemy Knight.

He can provide divine power far beyond that of normal people.

This also verified his own guess, but this time it was completely certain.

Right now, apart from the Blasphemous Knight, all the believers combined can't even provide a single ball of divine power in a single day. But as time goes by, and the reputation of the Nameless God spreads among magicians, things will improve.

Thomas remained vigilant.

In this chaotic and oppressive era, the power he currently possesses cannot give him enough sense of security.

This time, the most crucial factor for such an easy victory was Boris, a national defense force on his side.

But this was someone else's power, and Boris would eventually leave. In fact, he had already hinted that he would leave when the contract expired.

Only by becoming a protector of the country can you truly control your own destiny.

The reason why the Middle Ages were dark was that there were too many evil people in this world.

They always like to hurt others wantonly because of their own desires.