A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

After all, this was an operation on the edge of town and without the authorization of the Grand Duke of Novgorod.

Therefore, the troop dispatch document in Thomas's hand was a one-time use.

But after the general knew that the target this time was the Gwalan family, he didn't care about anything else. He even forgot to take the documents he was supposed to receive.

Thomas certainly didn't remind him of that.

Of course, if the Gwalan family's wealth was there intact waiting for him to take over... that wouldn't be a bad idea.

Anyway, you won’t lose money.

But now, he could only catch nothing.

Because the wealth accumulated by the Gwalan family, or everything in their treasure house, is now safely lying in Thomas's private demiplane.

Except for a few things like land deeds and tax-farming certificates that could not be converted into cash, almost all the valuable assets of the entire Gwalan family were stuffed into Thomas's demiplane.

What the general got... could only be said to be some scraps that Thomas didn't care about.

It's hard to say what the price he'll have to pay is, but it won't be an easy one.

"Magician...By the way, what's your name?" Thomas asked suddenly.

All along, he called the other person "magician", but he didn't know his real name.

"If you insist on a name, you can call me Andu. Or any nickname you think is more catchy."

"Do all magicians like to hide their real names?" Thomas asked.

"Lord Thomas, if you could access the seventh layer of the magic network, you would know that the real name... is a potential danger to the caster. To avoid this danger, we often change our names. In different places, we use different names. So in many cases, names are meaningless to us."

"The seventh layer of magic web?" Thomas turned around and looked the magician up and down.

He remembered that spellcasters who came into contact with the seventh layer of the magic web would gradually transform into magical creatures, with their lifespans greatly extended.

Apparently... this guy seems quite powerful? At least he's reached the seventh level of the magic network?

No wonder Gandalf did the same thing, calling himself "Gandalf" when we first met. At that time, I thought it was just a personal quirk, but now it seems that it is not.

"Your name may be Saruman," said Thomas.

This was just a casual remark he made on the spur of the moment, and he didn't think the other party would accept such a name.

"Saruman? Not bad, from now on I can be called Saruman here." Unexpectedly, the other party agreed immediately.

This is a bit embarrassing.

We already have Gandalf and Saruman, will the next one be named Radagast?

If this continues, all five wizards of The Lord of the Rings will be together.

Moreover, this Gandalf does look a lot like that Gandalf, but your Saruman and the real Saruman are completely different. There is a world of difference between their looks, dress and temperament. One is in white robes and the other in black robes!

But the words have been spoken and it is difficult to take them back.

"...Never mind, Saruman, be careful. If the general can't find us, he might come after you."

"Please trust the hidden means of a magician."

The three of them walked for a while and found that they were in a deserted wilderness. It was time to separate.

"By the way, Saruman, is there any possibility of long-term cooperation in the future?" Thomas asked suddenly.

With the help of this magician, things can be much simpler and efficiency can be greatly improved.

And unlike Gandalf, this Saruman has a much smaller appetite and is much more humble.

"You may contact me if you wish," Saruman said. "I shall be in Ros for a long time to come."

"The magic book I gave you last time...is it valuable?"

"Yes, it is very valuable." Saruman's eyes flashed with a gleam of wisdom when he said this. "If you have similar books, please sell them to me at all costs."

"If I get it, I'll leave you a copy," Thomas said. "But by the way...if you have time, could you teach me a little magic?"

Saruman stared at Thomas for a few seconds. "My lord, I specialize in magic related to death. Among wizards, I am an outlier because I am only interested in this school of magic."

"Oh, but I think this ability of yours is... well, very useful. Honestly, I'd really like to learn it."

"You may not know that your request puts me in a difficult position. Unless you become my disciple, or at least a fellow disciple, these secret techniques cannot be passed on to others."

"You might have misunderstood. I'm not interested in your magical herbs," Thomas said. "I want to learn magic itself. Just the spells... or rather, the parts of your knowledge that are allowed to be passed on to others."

"That's not difficult." Saruman breathed a sigh of relief after understanding Thomas's meaning. "However, you will need some basic magical skills."

"I can access the third layer of the magic network." Thomas said.

In a few days you will be able to reach the fourth level... Of course, this goes without saying.

This time, even the Blasphemous Knight over there looked sideways.

"I can't tell at all." Saruman was greatly surprised. "With your talent, it would be a waste to be a warrior. If you like, I can introduce you to someone..."

"No, thank you. I chose this path myself, and I don't want to change it. At least not yet," Thomas said. "Well, see you next time."

"As you wish, my lord." Saruman bowed his head and left.

"He knows many secrets." After Saruman left, the Blasphemous Knight rode up to Thomas and said.

"Nothing for now," Thomas replied. "Besides, he should still be useful."

A helper who can use at least seventh-level magic...

Although he claimed that he would not participate in the battle, when the situation really forced him to, it was not up to him to decide whether to participate in the battle or not.

"I'm going back first. I'll give you your share later."

The magician was a mercenary, and one thousand florins were given to him before he set out.

The Blasphemous Knight is a shareholder and receives a share of the profits instead of a fixed amount.

The Blasphemous Knight nodded, turned his horse and rode away. The two had worked together enough times to develop a deep trust and tacit understanding.

Thomas himself stopped and looked back at the dock in the distance.

This time... I was too lazy.

We should have killed little Gwalan, and after killing the red dragon, we should have dealt with old Gwalan immediately.

Even if the entire family cannot be wiped out, old Gwalan himself should be killed swiftly. This is the only way to truly eliminate the root of the problem.

Although it seems to be over now, there are still some hidden dangers. There are still many uncontrollable factors.

If only I could protect the country, then everything would be fine. I'd even have enough leeway to relax a bit.

If you want to control your own destiny and avoid danger from a single slackness, you must protect your country after all!

Chapter 256 The Fourth Layer of the Magic Net

The weather in winter is getting colder day by day.

There is no need to mention the days when it snows, but even on days when it doesn’t snow, the cold wind is as sharp as a knife.

No one would go out unless it was something very important.

The pedestrians on the road were all wrapped up tightly, with frost condensing around their eyes, mouths and noses.

Let’s not even mention Hagia Sophia, where only a handful of sacraments are held every day.

For poor families who lack fuel and food, it is not uncommon for them to freeze to death in such weather.

Fortunately, Thomas' "Uncle Vishatych" was a small nobleman with considerable assets.

No matter how poor the family is, they will not lack food and fuel.

During this period, Master Vishatych stayed at home all day, and the only time he went out was to attend church activities.

Thomas now understood how numerous guests and relatives, both large and small, were in Master Vishatych's household. Every day at mealtime, the food was served to twenty or thirty people. And that was even before servants could sit at the table with their masters.

It's really just a big family.

After the initial enthusiasm, Master Vishatych's attitude towards Thomas has gradually softened.

Of course, things weren't very friendly at first. In Mr. Vishatych's mind, Thomas was just a distant relative who needed food and shelter.

If Thomas asked, he wouldn't mind providing some help within his ability.

Of course, it would be better if you don’t ask for it.

But for Thomas, this was exactly what he wanted.

During this period, he patiently accumulated divine power and wrote the manuscript at the same time.

Of course, the manuscript was none other than the second volume of the "Nameless Book".

He had learned a lot from the first volume of the Nameless Book. Thomas suspected that at least dozens of magicians had read it by now.

Because his daily income from divine power has increased by one point.

It's a very steady improvement.

Although he could now absorb divine power through the fire, he had no way of knowing how many people were performing the sacrificial ceremony.

The first volume is ultimately based on experiments, and the current results show that the experimental results are quite good.

I can start writing the second volume now.

The second volume mainly explains some parts that are not included in the first volume.

For example, the preferences of the nameless god, the taboos of the nameless god, how to atone for one's sins after offending the nameless god, and so on.

It is a supplement and improvement to the first volume.

Of course, all of this is speculation about the Nameless God from a third-party perspective.

Here, the author of the Nameless Book is clearly identified, and his character is defined as a "relatively average magician."

Of course, this magician lived hundreds of years ago, and even if he turned into a magical creature, he would have been in the grave long ago.

This magician studied the Nameless God for a long time and wrote the second volume of the Nameless Book.

Many contents are not confirmed and are just the author's guesses and speculations.

If Thomas decides to change the contents of the Nameless Book in the future, a third volume could appear. The author would be another magician with a higher level of skill, greater power, and a deeper understanding of the Nameless God.

In short, leave yourself enough room for modification.

There was no way around it. After all, Thomas knew that his current level of sorcery was limited, and he couldn't create a theoretically perfect and self-consistent belief in a short period of time.

In this case, we can only leave room for changing our words.

That day, at the Vishatych family's manor, Thomas was ready.

Now the daily income from divine power is already quite good.

It used to take a week to accumulate one ball of divine power, but now if everything goes well, seven or eight balls of divine power can be accumulated in a day.

Combined with the various methods used before, especially using the sacrificial knife to finish off the enemy, the gains were quite a lot.

Thomas has now accumulated nearly three hundred points of divine power.

It's time to improve your strength.

Thomas first applied the necessary potions on himself, and then exercised with all his strength to get his body moving and his blood flowing.

In this state, enter the meditative state.

Then, without hesitation, he poured all the divine power he had accumulated for so long into his body.

In an instant, the whole body went deeper into the river of magic.

It was as if he was on a speedboat, heading deeper into the boundless magic net.

At the same time, countless memories of practicing meditation flooded into his mind.

This time the effect was much stronger than the last time. My head suddenly felt splitting with pain and blood vessels bulged around my forehead and temples.

Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a short time and quickly subsided.

He found himself in the Demonic Web, an area he had never seen before.

Here, the power of the magic net is even stronger, and the water of the magic river further cleanses his body.

The whole body seems to be slightly warm.

No, it’s not the body itself that’s generating heat, but rather traces of warmth are naturally beginning to emerge from various parts of the body.