A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

That's the benefit of magic.

Time passed minute by minute.

The acceleration spell bestowed on the body slowly began to fade away.

Thomas clearly felt that the light feeling of his body as if he was about to fly was becoming less and less, and maintaining speed caused a heavy feeling in his chest.

This means that the body can no longer withstand this speed without the help of magic.

Thomas paused, feeling every aspect of his body.

The clarity of such intense exercise was only slightly sweaty.

In terms of magic, although part of his soul power was replaced by the magic net, the damaged divine nature has been operating spontaneously, using divine power to fill the loss of his soul.

The effect of magic is indeed extraordinary.

He stood there, breathing in and out slowly, waiting for his body to calm down.

As expected, for him, the damaged divine nature is the root cause.

Although he couldn't be promoted to Protector of the Nation in a short period of time, mastering more magic could make him become stronger rapidly in a short period of time.

Unfortunately, this strengthening cannot be displayed publicly.

Otherwise it will definitely arouse suspicion.

It's okay for Boris, because if things really don't work out, he can still say that this is the grace of the "unknown god".

But for others... well, he was also a Christian knight after all, and the nameless god couldn't be used as an excuse.

After slowly figuring it out, Thomas returned to his room and sorted out his things.

He was going to the cathedral. There was a large-scale religious ceremony today, and he could get at least three balls of divine power, so he couldn't miss it.

After the ceremony, we had to go to the hotel.

There are some of the best hotels in the city of Vladimir.

The Diplomat Hotel, where Thomas had been before, was one of them.

Most of the people living here are wealthy businessmen from outside, and almost every one of them owns three or five large ships.

Now that the first heavy snow of this winter has fallen, land transportation has become difficult.

Even though the snow was not knee-deep, the ground became slippery after freezing, making travel by horse or vehicle very difficult.

It’s okay in the city, as we can organize people to clear the ice and snow, but there’s no way outside the city.

However, the water surface has not yet frozen, and there is still a window period of about half a month.

Thomas knew that these merchants were the best targets to sell his spoils.

As for how to sell it... he already had an idea in mind.

The ceremony ended near dusk. When we arrived at the hotel, we could purchase the waiter's services for a few silver coins.

These waiters had made an appointment with Thomas. They recorded the names of foreign businessmen staying in the hotel and the rooms they stayed in and gave them to Thomas.

In Thomas's previous life, this would be considered buying user information, an illegal transaction. But in this world, there are no such restrictions.

User information can be exchanged for a few Su, and the male and female waiters here are eager to provide information.

Then Thomas found another small hotel near these hotels to stay in.

They are not too far away from each other, but there is still some distance.

Soon it was late at night, and Thomas guessed that the other party had already fallen asleep, so he fell asleep quickly according to the method he had figured out.

Soon, he saw an old businessman who was as skinny as a gold coin.

The kind who are in their sixties or seventies.

If I had gone to his house normally, I would have been kicked out without even seeing him. But now, we can talk.

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Author's words: Thanks to fellow reader Shi Zicheng for the reward, I will update today.

Chapter 245: Princess of the Long Sword 1

"Hello, Mr. Duncan." Thomas said to the other party.

This is the other person's dream. Based on his current experience, the self in the other person's dream is the real self.

Dreams are a mysterious environment. In theory, everyone's dreams are like their own piece of land, over which they have absolute control.

But in fact, because people do not understand the relevant skills and experience, and also have some mental defects, when facing the dream walker, they have no resistance even though it is their own territory.

The old businessman, for example, was visibly panicked.

"You... who are you? What do you want to do?" asked the old businessman.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Duncan. I mean no harm. I just want to do a deal with you," Thomas said. "To be specific, I have something I want to sell that might be of interest to you."

He waved his hand, and a list of items appeared out of thin air.

Everything in dreams is a reflection of reality. As long as you have enough experience, you can project things in reality into dreams.

The old businessman calmed down and realized that he had encountered some kind of extraordinary power.

He took the list from the other party.

This was not all, but only part of it, because Thomas estimated that the old merchant had at most 10,000 or 20,000 florins in cash on hand.

Once you complete this order, you can look for the next one.

The deal can basically be done in one night, and then the items can be delivered and the valuables can be converted into cash.

Dream Walker is indeed a very useful ability, especially for covert activities.

Efficient and safe!

……

A few days later……

On the road leading to Novgorod, a rickety team of horse-drawn carriages was slowly approaching.

There has been no snow in the past few days, but a thin layer of ice has formed on the ground.

It is easy for the wheels to slip when they run over it.

If normal walking requires three points of effort, then now it requires five points.

Not only that, the chances of damage to the vehicle and injury to the horses pulling the vehicle will be greatly increased.

But in the final analysis, this kind of weather is just "unsuitable" for travel, not "impossible".

After all, sometimes, let alone this kind of weather, even if the snow is over your waist, you still have to go out. You may even have to replace your car with a sled.

Among the convoy, half were trucks and the other half were passenger vehicles with flags hanging on them.

You can tell from the flag that this is a performance troupe, performing songs, dances, dramas, juggling, and more.

In this era, it is also an important part of the spiritual life of the people.

The largest one was in a black carriage.

A slender woman in a white fox fur coat is looking at a portrait painting.

The person in the portrait has a black and red dragon tattooed on his chest, with the dragon's mouth open, but it's already tattooed on his neck.

"Cousin?... I didn't expect to hear this news after not seeing you for so many years..."

Although he was said to be missing, with no one seeing him alive or dead, anyone could guess that he was definitely in grave danger.

The woman sighed softly...it all came down to ambition.

The Red Dragon wanted so badly to become the Protector of the Nation.

He wanted to use magic to become the protector of the country, so he had to make money, and the shortcut to making money was to go to places like Novgorod where the emperor was far away.

If one out of a hundred core-level soldiers can become an elite soldier, then only one out of ten thousand elite soldiers can become a national defender.

Because the conditions are too harsh.

I still remember that before the Red Dragon left, he made a bold statement that he would earn a million florins in ten years and go to Rome to become a protector of the country with the help of magic.

And now...

The woman sighed softly.

"If we wait a few more years until the prince ascends the throne... then perhaps we won't have to go far away. We can find it right here in Ross."

"Or even if you can't find it, it would be easier to make money."

Unfortunately, things are cruel.

Ever since she took the first step to protect the country, she would often sigh like this.

This world is too cruel. Countless elite warriors have been blocked from defending their country.

In fact, let alone protecting the country, elite soldiers are hard to come by.

It was not until the prince exchanged slaves for magic potions that could promote elite soldiers that the number of elite warriors in their camp increased.

To be honest, she really didn't like the idea of ​​exchanging slaves for potions.

Previously, out of compassion, she secretly released a few poor slaves, but was discovered and blamed.

As a result, she was always ignored by the prince.

Later, she reached the half-step level of protecting the country, and the situation gradually improved.

He also became the prince's highest agent in Kiev.

This time, it was a matter of urgency, so she came all the way from Kiev to Novgorod.

"Princess, we are almost at the Novgorod area." The driver outside suddenly spoke, interrupting her thoughts.

"Oh, are we almost there?"

"It's still far, but this range...if the Night Wolves are prepared, then we'll be discovered at any time if we start from here."

"That Night Wolf...what kind of organization is it?"

"A large intelligence organization with a unique ability to transmit messages using birds," the driver replied from outside. "We've collaborated extensively before. They've proven to be quite formidable."

"What about this time?"

"One of us must have crossed the line," the driver replied cautiously. "Normally, we don't interfere with each other. They sell intelligence, we sell slaves, and we each do our own thing. But sometimes, our intelligence gets betrayed, and conflicts arise. But as long as neither side crosses the other's line of tolerance, we can live in peace."

Not only do they live in peace, but there are also many opportunities for mutual cooperation.

There was conflict, but the top leaders of both sides controlled it and did not allow it to escalate.

Unexpectedly...

"How should we arrange things when we get there?"

"Let's go to the theater first," the woman said. "We have an invitation there."

As a theater, it is natural to send invitations to those more famous performance teams to invite them to perform.

"Then, go find that old fellow named Gwalan and find out what's going on. If this local wolf den has truly crossed the line, then as the price for escalating the conflict first, I will wipe out the entire den!"

Every organization has its own bottom line. Their bottom line is that Novgorod must hand over a fixed number of slaves every year.

No matter if it was bought, captured, or cheated...

it's the same.

Now that Novgorod has lost its leader, it means that it will be impossible to achieve these targets within one or two years.

Fortunately, old Gwalan is not dead.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to transmit the message so quickly, and it would be impossible for the prince to pass the order here while he is overseas.

However, the incident at the Wolf's Lair was just the appetizer.

The prince summoned her this time, probably not just for this matter, but he might be going to a more distant place.

Of course, it also left her enough time to deal with matters in Novgorod.