A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"Janos, try drawing your sword!" said the Grand Commander.

Janos drew his sword, and flames burned upwards along the hilt, turning it into a flaming sword.

Everyone watching this scene was surprised and delighted.

After all, if the potion didn't work, then their entire journey would be in vain. All their efforts would be wasted.

But now, the facts prove everything.

At this point, there was no need to say anything more. The Grand Master issued a gag order once again, and then everyone below the Sub-Master could leave.

It's time to leave this monastery.

As for the branch leaders and the head leader, there is another meeting to be held.

That is about promotion to branch leader.

In fact, in the entire Knights Templar Order, excluding those "honorary grand masters" who are given gilded titles by outsiders, there are only about ten real grand masters.

Not too little, but not too much either.

The last time we dealt with the evil god, a branch leader died, and this time the branch leader in Novgorod also died.

So there are two vacancies.

These two gaps can be directly absorbed within the Knights Templar.

How to process the promotions of squad leaders, including Thomas, will require internal weighing and voting.

Thomas didn't care about this. He left the monastery and went straight to the cottage in the suburbs that he was already very familiar with.

But I don't know whether Gandalf has left.

Fortunately, Thomas saw Gandalf outside the hut as soon as he arrived.

After not seeing him for half a year, the old miser seems to be in better spirits.

When Thomas approached, the old miser was actually startled.

"Aragorn?" He looked at Thomas from a distance, "You actually...actually..."

It only took about half a year, right? In just half a year, he could actually reach the fourth level of the magic network!

Even though Gandalf was well-informed, he was absolutely shocked.

What kind of progress is this? What kind of talent is this?

When Thomas came closer, Gandalf couldn't hide the twitching of his mouth.

Why would you want to be a knight with this kind of talent? Just be a magician!

When he learned that Thomas had reached the first level of the Demonic Web through part-time practice in the past two or three years, he was barely qualified to be his disciple. Even if Thomas was unwilling, Gandalf would not force him, not considering it a loss for himself.

but now……

Obviously things are different.

It’s a bit regrettable to miss this apprentice.

And another obvious thing is that Thomas's horse has changed.

The horses before were good horses worth hundreds of florins, but the horses now are BMWs worth at least thousands of florins.

It was the one I got from little Gwalan.

When Thomas left Novgorod, he handed over his three horses to the local knights for safekeeping so that he could take them with him when he returned.

On the way back from Novgorod, Thomas lost two of his three horses.

There is no way. Even if it is a good horse, it will be too wasteful to travel day and night in such a freezing cold environment.

Even a good horse cannot withstand such torture.

In fact, if the journey were longer and took a few more days, even the BMW would become a useless horse.

Fortunately, after a month or two of rest and good food in the monastery, BMW regained his spirits.

But in Gandalf's opinion, Thomas definitely had good things happen to him.

"What's wrong with me, Master?" Thomas led the horse to Gandalf.

"The fourth layer of the magic network?"

"A bit of luck and some adventures," Thomas said casually. "You owe me this charge." He took out his magic sword and gestured to the other party with the hilt.

Gandalf then collected his thoughts and took the sword.

One can feel that the magical energy in the linking stone embedded in the hilt has been almost exhausted.

Gandalf looked up, looking at Thomas again. If it was missed, it was missed. Some things were fate. He had lived so many years, and he was far more insightful than others. But no matter what, he still felt a little regretful. Because he knew that this knight named Aragorn had a chance of contacting the ninth layer of the magic network, and even going further was not impossible.

"How long does it take to recharge?" Thomas asked.

Gandalf shrugged and went into the hut with his sword.

He shut the door of the cabin with great force.

Only then did Thomas notice that the cabin seemed to have been repaired.

It has been upgraded from a "simple wooden house" to a "mixed earth, stone and wood house".

The ability to keep warm and resist cold is naturally improved to a higher level.

It seems that Gandalf spent the winter in this hut.

Chapter 295 Harvest 3

About an incense stick's time later, Gandalf came out of the hut and threw the sword to Thomas.

"Well, the debt is now settled," Gandalf said lazily, staring at Thomas.

There is a sense of anger in it, as if one is disappointed in someone.

"Master, you said last time that this thing can only be used twenty times, but it actually seems to be more than twenty times." Thomas thanked sincerely.

"Opening a dimensional gate is difficult in different environments," Gandalf said, waving his hand casually. "Different spatial strengths naturally require different amounts of energy. The twenty times I mentioned is the minimum. By the way, you can learn the fourth-level spell, 'Charge,' from the church. In times of crisis, this spell can recharge it. Of course, I think this is a big loss, so it's better for you to bring it to me!"

"And this thing." Thomas opened the dimensional door, entered his own demiplane, and came out after a few minutes.

There was a huge snake skull in his hand, and inside the snake head was something like a bead.

It was one of the items obtained from the Deer-Headed Spirit.

Gandalf's expression changed drastically, and he stared at the snake's head up and down.

"An old remnant? You killed another old remnant?"

"No, I didn't kill it, I just got its remains." Thomas said truthfully. "I can feel that it is useful."

If you put on the blindfold, you can see that this bead emits magical light.

"I can work on it." Gandalf stared at the snake's head for a long time, carefully sensing the magical energy contained in this remnant of the past in his own way, identifying its type, and finally replied. "Ten thousand florins."

"What can it become?"

"I think it could be made into... a poisonous night-light pearl," Gandalf said. "The first use is to dispel darkness, including magical darkness. The second use is to poison, to create deadly magical poisons."

"Okay!" Thomas didn't want to bargain now.

Just listening to it, you know that even if you don’t use this bead yourself, if you sell it, it will definitely start at 50,000 or 100,000 florins!

"Do you have anything else? Take out everything you have, and don't waste this opportunity to open the dimensional gate." Gandalf said.

Thomas quickly reentered and retrieved the pile of eggs.

"This... can be used to make an item that allows breathing underwater." Gandalf made an easy judgment this time.

"And this!" Thomas took out the third item.

It was none other than the core of that group of evil tree people.

There were eight in total, and the one given to the Grand Commander was also returned by the Grand Commander.

This time, Gandalf's eyes widened. He examined it for a long time. "This isn't an ordinary thing. It's supposed to be... a golem core. Such things only appear in very ancient legends. How did you get it?"

"I participated in a fierce battle against a leopard-headed demon," Thomas said casually. "This was dug out from one of the leopard-headed demon's men. I call it an evil tree man."

"Deer-headed demons... no wonder... a Scourge-level monster. Those creatures are either inherently powerful and invulnerable, or they're inherently weak but possess immense magical powers and possess numerous powers... ah!" Gandalf sighed. "What are those evil tree people like?"

Thomas recounted the story of the evil tree man and then asked, "What can it be used for?"

"It can be used to create wooden golems... In fact, it already has this ability," Gandalf said. "You don't have to do anything. Just find a big tree, dig a hole, and put it in. In a day or two, it will become what you call an evil tree man, or a wooden golem. But that alone is not enough... It's still missing a control component. You need to get an organ from that leprechaun, a key essence organ, so that you can try to control them."

Thomas pulled out the antler that the Deer-Headed Demon had shed. "Is this related to this?"

"That's it!" Gandalf stared at the corner for a moment. "Aragorn, you can now have a guard of eight wooden golems. This kind of thing...tsk tsk...not even the Emperor or the Pope has it. I've only heard of the Holy Roman Emperor having something like it."

"Ah, there's something similar? What is that?"

"It's said to be a secret treasure passed down from ancient Persia, a chess set. On the board, they're just pieces, but once thrown, each piece transforms into a battle golem. The person holding the board can control the golem... Well, yours is even better. As long as the core isn't damaged, it can be easily restored," Gandalf said. "It's not afraid of being thrown into the heat of battle. It's very practical, much better than those flashy golems."

"This thing is easy... I think it can be made into a helmet?"

"Let's make a helmet," Thomas agreed.

"Yes, are there any more?" asked Gandalf.

“And these.” Thomas took out the last few.

Including the crystallization of Princess Changdao's bloodline ability, the tampered natural essence crystal, the semi-finished product, and a few small gadgets found from the fat of the Deer-Headed Spirit, which Thomas himself did not recognize.

Gandalf's eyes were fixed on the natural crystal from the moment he first saw it, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

From the time they had known each other until now, Thomas had never seen such an expression on the old miser's face.

Oh... no, Thomas remembered it wrong.

He had seen this expression before. When the evil god came before, especially when he was searching for the fire afterwards, the old miser had this expression.

"This is... this is..." He gasped. "Magic crystal?"

"Ah, this thing?"

"Do you know what this thing is good for? Aragorn, I'm afraid you've got...something extraordinary! No wonder!"

"What's the use?"

"If you're a knight, you can theoretically forcibly ascend to Protector of the Realm. If you're a magician, you can theoretically forcibly access the sixth level of the Weave. If you're already at the sixth level or higher, you can immediately access the next level, or even two." Gandalf gasped. "Or, with its power, you can cast any spell, including ninth-level spells, without damage. At least once!"

"This kind of thing only appeared in the mythological era!"

Although it is not as good as the fire and the holy fire, it is still a rare treasure for magicians.

"But I'm afraid it's poisonous," Thomas warned. "It's made by the leopard spirit. I'm sure it has some kind of corrupting and evil power."

"Indeed," said Gandalf, looking at it for a moment longer, "I can purify it."

"What are these?" Thomas asked.

"I don't recognize it." Gandalf looked at the crystal of blood power extracted from the Long Sword Princess. "I've never seen it before. If you must identify it, I'm afraid it will take some time for me to study it carefully."

"As for these," Gandalf pondered for a moment. "They are clearly the product of some primitive processing of raw materials. It's hard to tell what they were originally used for... unless we summon the makers and question them. Of course, if we must determine their purpose, it would require careful study and a long time. It would take years."

"Forget about these then." Thomas put his things away. "How much time and money will the others take?"

Gandalf stared at the items for a moment. "Three months, by the end of summer, it will all be ready. As for the price, give me this crystal, and everything will be free."

"Well, forget it. How about I give you this?" Thomas pointed to one of the semi-finished natural crystals.

"That won't work...an extra 15,000 florins will be required!" he said decisively.

"Deal!" Thomas replied immediately.

Chapter 296 Harvest 4

Gandalf began to carry the things that Thomas had taken out into the hut one by one.

However, the blood crystal was taken back by Thomas... This thing seems to be very unique.

But when he came out, he found that Thomas had not left yet.

"Aragorn, what else do you want?"

"Oh, Master, I have one more thing to ask you." Thomas said.