A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The Deer-Headed Demon decisively chose to eradicate the problem completely, thus avoiding all future troubles.

That's why they only had one fatal wound.

Thomas wasted no time and quickly placed the prince's body on the ground.

He took out the powder that Saruman had given him from his backpack... It was not a large quantity, and it was well-mixed and divided into small paper bags.

There are three small paper bags in total, which means it can be used three times.

Thomas sprinkled the powder on it...The prince sat up stiffly.

It really works!

Without Saruman's control, the zombies could not move further. But Thomas did not need the corpses to move, as long as they could answer questions.

What Thomas wanted was the prince's money.

The money was divided into several parts and hidden in different places. It was supposed to be a secret known only to the prince.

So he can only explain it himself.

Thomas took out a pen and paper and wrote down the contents one by one.

After that, Thomas immediately rushed to the place where the Deer-Headed Demon had mentioned hiding the money.

In order to prevent Thomas from being able to see through lies, the Deer-Headed Demon did not tell any lies. Of course, how to understand it is another matter.

But there are some things that cannot be played with words, such as money.

Thomas quickly found the stake near the cave.

It looked like an ordinary wooden stake, fitting perfectly into its surroundings, with nothing unusual about it. However, with just a little force, it could be lifted up along with the surrounding soil, revealing a treasure cave underneath.

The Deer-Headed Spirit's collection is plain and simple, without any fancy items.

There were two main types. One was gold coins—florins, that is—packed in bags. These were either cloth or leather bags. Some were tied tightly, while others were left open, revealing the golden core within. The other type was unpolished gold nuggets.

In addition to these, there are also some utensils and jewelry made of gold.

There were also small amounts of other currencies, such as silver and copper coins, but these were scattered.

According to a rough estimate, this treasure cave should have more than 100,000 florins!

The bag of gold coins should have been obtained by the Deer-Headed Spirit through transactions, the gold nuggets were dug from a gold mine himself, and the other bits and pieces should be spoils of war, taken from the dead.

Thomas opened his own secondary plane and began to throw all the belongings into it.

After throwing everything in, he went in himself, found a set of clothes from the supplies he had prepared, and then took a shovel.

After coming out, run directly back to the deer-headed spirit's cave and come to the sapling.

The golden apple tree was unremarkable at the moment; even by shrub standards, it wouldn't qualify. The Knights had carefully inspected it, but no one had even glanced at the unassuming sapling. But Thomas knew it was the most valuable spoils of all the battle.

At least that's the case for him!

First transplant the apple tree into the secondary plane... The Deer-Headed Spirit said that this thing doesn't need sunlight, but it needs water and fertilizer.

Then go and see if the cores of the evil tree people destroyed by the knights are still there.

Then, you can catch up with the team and leave together.

Oh, by the way, there’s also that abandoned cannon…you can take it with you too!

Thomas thought as he began to dig.

Chapter 290: Trophy 3

The icy sea is silent in the night.

Standing on the deck and looking at the large and small ice floes within sight, you will feel lonely.

Although there were fewer icebergs on the sea after a few days, the ships still did not dare to sail at night and could only lower the sails and drift with the waves.

Now is not the time to sail.

The Grand Commander was wearing a thick and warm cloak and gazing at the night sky.

They have been at sea for several days, but the Grand Commander seems to have no signs of recovery.

It's like a patient who has just recovered from a serious illness, so weak that he has difficulty walking.

It is not as strong and neat as it was before.

But if you have to say what kind of injury he suffered or what kind of poison he was infected with... I can't explain it.

This nighttime walk on the deck was the biggest exercise he had received in the past few days.

"Thomas, what do you want to do after you return to Novgorod?" The commander stared for a long time before turning back to ask Thomas.

"Well...I think I should go back to Kiev first."

"That's right. We do need manpower. I've already sent out orders for all the Knights' branches to mobilize forces to bolster the Kiev headquarters," the Grand Master said. "This is a very delicate and crucial moment!"

He sighed suddenly.

"To be honest, this time... I never expected it to go so smoothly. I thought it was only a 50% chance," he suddenly asked. "Thomas, I know what you want to ask... and I can answer you now."

"Yes, sealing the Deer-Headed Spirit and seizing its power is not that simple. That sealing spell comes at a price! The price is me!"

"Will it consume vitality?" Or to put it the way Thomas said in his previous life, it will consume lifespan.

"Three years...about three years!" said the Grand Commander. "I feel it myself. I can probably live another three years!"

really……

Although Thomas had predicted this long ago, it was only now confirmed by the Grand Master himself.

As for whether this price is worth it...that depends on personal opinion.

"Grandmaster, why do you do it yourself? Can't you change someone else? I'm sure there are many people in the Knights Templar who are willing to..."

"Few meet the requirements," the Grand Master sighed. "While the spell itself can be cast with a scroll, to use it perfectly requires a spellcaster capable of reaching at least the sixth layer of the magical web. Aside from myself, there are no suitable spellcasters within the Order."

Thomas's mouth twitched.

The Knights Templar had no shortage of warriors; the core members were the starting requirement for ordinary members, and there were quite a few elites, but there was nothing special about the spellcasters.

There is probably no other person like the Grand Commander.

It wouldn't have been a big deal, after all, if they needed magical power, they could ask the Church for help. But... in this case, the Knights couldn't ask for outside help.

Putting aside other things, whether it is the biological father or mother, or the Grand Duke or the Church, if they knew that the Knights had captured the Deer-Headed Demon, they would definitely come and snatch it away immediately.

The Knights now had to maintain the utmost secrecy, because if the news leaked, it would be difficult for them to keep such valuable spoils.

At least for now.

"Let's not talk about this, Thomas. You can already feel it," the Grand Master said. "Everyone has some opinions about you..."

“They’re jealous,” Thomas said.

There was something wrong with the atmosphere on board, and even a fool could sense it.

The Grand Commander smiled, but did not continue.

"You should have already explained the effects of this magic to everyone," Thomas continued. "So, the problem is, they're worried about me! They're worried that I'll be a candidate for the next Grand Master."

"About half a year ago, the Chief Judge assigned me to a secret mission. The reward was to become a candidate for the next Grand Master. I'm not sure how sincere the Chief Judge was when he made this promise, but I think that at the time, no one, including the Chief Judge, thought you could only serve as Grand Master for another three years. You are in good health, and thanks to the effects of the magic network, you should be able to live another ten years at least, and twenty is also normal."

Before being promoted to Protector of the Nation, spellcasters actually live longer than warriors.

The Grand Master can now access the sixth layer of the magic network, but before that it was definitely more than that! At least the seventh layer of the magic network.

But I don't know if the Grand Commander has ever prayed to the nameless god...

The first step to becoming a god is to know how to obtain, how to give and how to know. Thomas managed to give and obtain with the help of fire, but he could not know.

"The position of Grand Commander, after twenty years... is like chicken ribs. Apart from anything else, no branch commander would dare to guarantee a twenty-year lifespan. In that case, promising something like this as a reward is perfectly acceptable, and no one would object."

"Of course, you're aware of this. As circumstances subsequently changed, this mission came to nothing, and naturally, the promise made to me was no longer mentioned. But now, knowing that you can only serve as Grand Master for another three years, the situation is completely different!"

"Everyone's probably thinking about this now. They're thinking that if I achieve one or two more feats, it might be hard to compete with me."

The Grand Commander burst into laughter, but the bleak laughter was instantly swallowed up by the silent sea.

"Very impressive, Thomas, you are really amazing! You saw through everything at a glance!"

"My old teacher did praise me for being sharp," Thomas replied.

I had already figured it out thoroughly before. Compared to the position of Protector of the Nation, the position of Grand Master of the Knights was nothing.

Thomas had made up his mind to go to Rome.

The Knights' pool is too small now. And Thomas is no longer the young man who just arrived in Kiev.

Whether it is strength, ambition, money or things, he has no shortage of them.

The desire to reach the pinnacle of the times and to control one's own destiny is even stronger.

Rather than becoming a Grand Master, he wanted to make more money, because Rome was a place where people could do whatever they wanted with money, but without money, they could hardly move.

Even the power to protect the country can be bought with money!

"So what do you want to do? Do you want a fight?"

"I don't think so," Thomas said calmly, looking up. "This isn't the hostility of one or two people, but the consensus of almost everyone."

He sighed. "After all, I'm just an ordinary monk!"

This is, after all, an era where one relies on one’s father to succeed.

Without the support of a prominent family and a father who was a grand duke or patriarch, Thomas would not have been able to defeat the other candidates in a fair fight.

Even if he has achieved remarkable feats again and again.

Now he is feared by others, which means that he will never have the opportunity to make meritorious contributions again in the future.

Even with the firm support of the Grand Commander... to be honest, that might not necessarily be a good thing.

Because carrying out a dangerous mission is inherently risky. If someone were to hinder you from behind...

It's so easy to kill someone.

The world of martial arts has never been about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly wisdom!

Thomas knew very well that he had no chance of winning in a competition based on father and bloodline.

Only with your own strength can you achieve success without relying on your father!

Uh... well, strength can also be a matter of fathers. After all, one million florins can be promoted to Protector of the Nation.

He is not an ordinary father who only takes out one million florins to upgrade his son. You will not meet such a father normally.

With so much money, why not do something else?

"So, what do you want to do?" asked the Grand Commander.

"I want to go to Rome," Thomas replied. "I want to study for a while."

"Alright, leave for a while," the Grand Commander said. "As long as you show some concessions... in three to five years, when you return, you can at least become the Novgorod branch commander."

Novgorod branch commander?... This was probably the limit of his promotion within the Knights Templar. Normally, becoming Grand Commander was hopeless.

Unless it is a special promotion or special support, he will support him with all his might, just like a father supports his son.

But the Grand Commander is not Thomas's father after all.

His attitude towards Thomas is just like that of an ordinary boss towards his subordinates, and he can reward them according to their merits.

As for the identity of a branch leader of the Knights...

It’s hard to say about Thomas in the past, but Thomas now no longer looks down on this status.

As long as you are promoted to protect the country, this kind of branch leader is really nothing!

After all, he was born in an ordinary family, and from the beginning he was destined to be unsuitable for the path of power and it was difficult for him to become the master of a city or a place.

Even if you have the ability, when you reach a certain level, you will definitely be suppressed by your superiors or feared by your colleagues.

This is also something that is bound to happen on the road to power.

Thomas's memories from his previous life told him that in power struggles, scenes like fathers and sons killing each other, and brothers killing each other were common.

Thomas also knew that he might be more flexible in his thinking, but he was not as morally sound as others.

The odds of winning in this kind of competition are slim.