A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Otto wanted to slip away, but reporting it directly was not a good idea. After all, they were father and son, and the saying "distant relatives cannot alienate close relatives" was true.

For the time being, he and Otto were bound together.

Otto had an accident, and he would definitely be held jointly responsible. The vice president would not let him off.

Either he would receive a hundred lashes and gamble on whether he would be beaten to death, or he would abandon everything, escape from the monastery, and eventually become a bandit or a refugee.

"I just came out to relax?! What's none of your business!?" Otto said angrily. "Put me down!"

After being discovered by Thomas, he knew that he could not go on the date. What he needed to do now was to get rid of the consequences and not let his father know.

"Brother Otto, if anything happens to you, the Vice-Abbot will not forgive me. For our safety, I have no choice but to take you back. I'm sorry."

"Actually, you don't have to be like this. If the Vice Dean asks, I can say that I just wanted to come out and relax. I promise not to implicate you."

"I'm sorry, Brother Otto, it's my duty," Thomas replied.

Relax? Relax at all! Relax at this hour! Anyone who believes this is a fool.

"How did you meet me?"

"I noticed you weren't in the room, so I searched all the way here and finally found you lying on the floor." Thomas sighed.

"I think I got hit?" Otto wondered. The blow was expertly executed, leaving only dizziness, no pain. Otto knew the technique; Giuliano had taught it, but he hadn't mastered it himself.

Learning this move requires a deep understanding of the human body structure. It seems simple, but it is actually very profound. You won’t be able to learn it in enough time.

"Ah? Who dares to attack and injure people here? No, we have to go back and check to see if there is anything serious." Thomas said casually.

Now is not the time.

When they get close to the monastery gate, they can formally confront Otto and threaten him to report the matter to Conrad.

In this case, even Otto would have to surrender.

Next, he will be well behaved for a while, at least until the crisis of this wave of bandit invasion is over.

Maybe, I can take this opportunity to make some money?

After all, Thomas really needs weapons and armor, as well as potion recipes.

He didn't care about the rest, he was sure Otto would never like him anyway.

Unless he abandons his father and joins his son. But how could that be possible? Otto can't pay any price!

"It's okay!" Otto was not a fool, and he did not pursue the topic of being knocked unconscious.

In all likelihood, it was Thomas who did it!

"Put me down first!"

The monastery gate was near, and Thomas felt that this was a good place to bargain.

He set Otto down and he regained his balance.

"Brother Otto, I think Vice-Abbot Conrad will not be happy to know that you have left the monastery!" said Thomas.

"I just... came out for a walk... why do you care so much about me!?"

Suddenly, he felt a strange sense of crisis.

Someone raided!

He instinctively dodged to the side, and a strong wind blew past his ears.

Thomas could clearly feel the strong wind, and goose bumps appeared on his skin.

The second time came again!

Thomas dodged the attack with a quick step, barely avoiding it. Only then did he realize that the object attacking him was an iron-headed wooden club.

This thing may not look like a sharp weapon, but the force...

The fractures caused by being hit are minor.

This thing has an ancient name in China, called Shu. In the Bronze Age, it was a serious weapon that could be used on the battlefield.

The iron-headed wooden stick was held in the hand of a man, none other than one of the mercenaries.

Thomas didn't remember his name, but he knew that these mercenaries were all core combat forces.

"You still dare to hide?!" a voice from behind shouted angrily.

Thomas looked over and saw that it was none other than Sesley, one of the vice-president's confidants.

Thomas vaguely remembered that this Sesley had come here from another monastery. Because of his outstanding performance, he was quickly won over by Vice-Abbot Conrad and became his confidant.

"Catch him!" Sesely yelled.

The mercenary swung the iron-tipped wooden club again. This blow was too fast to dodge, and Thomas instinctively drew his sword.

He knew that once the sword was unsheathed, the nature of the whole matter would change fundamentally, but he had no time to think further.

If you resist without weapons, you will be beaten to pieces immediately.

Bare hands are no match for an iron-headed wooden stick.

"stop!!"

Someone attacked from the side, and a spear swept out, but it pushed the iron-headed wooden stick away.

It was none other than Rostislav, the knight and coach of the monastery who had sold the potion to Thomas. He had just arrived.

"Don't act rashly without first clarifying the situation! Misunderstandings will cause trouble!" Rostislav shouted.

Sesli's eyes flickered as he avoided Giuliano, but he hadn't anticipated Rostislav. These knights weren't easy to fool.

"I saw him kidnap Brother Otto with my own eyes! Is this true?!" Sesley shouted angrily. "You want to favor him?!"

"Calm down!" Rostislav used the butt of his spear to separate the two men. "If there's anything, please ask the Vice President to come forward and discuss it. It's not our turn to make the decision!"

Section 43, Option 2

After these words were spoken, everyone was speechless. Brother Sesley snorted angrily, took a few steps back, and then turned around to look for someone.

Several mercenaries stayed where they were, looking at Thomas and Otto.

Thomas loosened his grip on the hilt and sensed the hostility of the mercenaries. They stared at him with cold eyes.

If Rostislav had not intervened just now, he would probably be in danger, or at least he would have fought with the other party and exposed his true strength.

However, with his current strength and trump cards, he might not win if he fought, and the chances of losing were even greater.

The reason why the other party could attack me without restraint was that I was too weak.

If he was stronger than the other party, he wouldn't have to suffer this frustration.

Soon, Vice President Conrad arrived.

This matter involved Otto, so Conrad did not bring many people with him and came alone.

The setting sun was no longer visible in the sky, and the last ray of light shone on the high walls of the monastery, making people inexplicably dizzy.

Conrad's expression was calm. He glanced at a few people before his gaze settled on Thomas and Otto.

He seemed calm, but his heart was obviously not as peaceful as his appearance.

Because when he looked at his son, Otto turned his head away, not daring to meet his father's gaze.

A few other people came over, but Conrad sent them away. Now there are only these few people here.

No one spoke for a long time. The air was as heavy as cement, making it suffocating.

"What's going on?" he asked in a seemingly calm tone, addressing Otto.

Brother Sesley has probably exaggerated what he saw and heard.

Otto remained silent, lowering his head.

"I just heard the warning from the watchtower about movement here, so I brought my men out to investigate," Sesley said. "And then I saw him kidnapping Brother Otto... I immediately brought my men here... and then you know what happened. Brother Rostislav stopped me and told me to come to you."

Sesley took the initiative to speak, although he must have said this to Conrad once before.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Thomas.

Thomas felt the invisible pressure and made the sign of the cross. "Lord Conrad, I stumbled upon Brother Otto slipping away, and I had no choice but to pursue him..."

"Why do you think Thomas kidnapped Brother Otto?" Conrad ignored Thomas's explanation and asked Sesley instead.

Thomas was the follower he deliberately arranged for his son. It was normal for the two of them to be together. How could it be considered hostage or kidnapping?

"Well, I saw him approach from behind, attack Brother Otto, and knock him unconscious," Sesley explained. "Then he tried to leave with the unconscious Brother Otto on his back, but I caught up with him. This is clearly a kidnapping!"

Conrad's gaze turned to another person, Rostislav.

"I believe Thomas is not that kind of person!" Rostislav said. "When I came over, I saw Brother Thomas and Brother Otto talking together. It didn't seem like a kidnapping or hostage situation."

"That's enough!" Conrad snapped. "Otto can explain the truth in one sentence!"

He looked at his son with a calm yet pressured gaze. "Is that true?"

Otto lowered his head, his mind in turmoil for a moment.

Of course he knew that Thomas had no intention of kidnapping him, otherwise he would not have carried him along the monastery wall towards the gate.

Of course, on the other hand, he was also convinced that it was Thomas who knocked him unconscious (although Thomas himself did not admit it).

Thomas knocked himself unconscious because he wanted to take himself back, not kidnap him.

However, he was well aware that his words determined his future.

During this particularly dangerous period, my father repeatedly told me not to go out.

If he admitted it and confessed everything, his father would undoubtedly be disappointed, not only disappointed, but also angry. And this time, his father would definitely not let Catherine go.

Although they belonged to different monasteries, Conrad was the deputy abbess after all, while Catherine was just an ordinary nun. It was not particularly difficult for the deputy abbess to deal with an ordinary nun through internal connections.

At least take her somewhere else so that the two of them can never meet again.

"Brother Otto!" Conrad raised his voice.

Everyone saw that his hands were clenched into fists, so tightly that they were trembling slightly.

It was obvious that the vice president was very angry.

Everyone's eyes were on Otto. The words that came out of his mouth would determine Thomas's fate.

Is he a loyal follower or a kidnapping criminal?

Looking at the silent Otto, Thomas' mood sank to the bottom.

"Brother Otto, do I really want to kidnap you? God is watching us!" Thomas said.

No matter what Thomas did, even if it was knocking him unconscious, he was indeed carrying out his father's orders, and it was ultimately for his own good.

Otto wanted to speak, but the words would not come out.

The crime was exposed and he was caught red-handed!

If it wasn't Thomas who was unlucky, then it would be him and Catherine! Someone had to be unlucky eventually!

He finally turned his head away, not daring to look at Thomas or face his father.

"I'm not sure," Otto stammered.

"Thomas, what do you have to say?" Brother Sesley turned his gaze towards Thomas.

"I have nothing to say." Thomas found that he had nothing to say and even lost the desire to defend himself.

Whatever he said at this moment would only be regarded as quibbling.

It's like the old lady you were supporting turned around and thought you had knocked her over, and she happened to be confronted by a Nanjing judge. What can you say? It's just a waste of words.

There was no point in making excuses, but Thomas knew it wasn't that bad.

If Conrad were not a fool, he would see that he meant no harm.

"Lord Conrad, now that the evidence is conclusive, we must..." Sesley said loudly.

"Wait, where's the irrefutable evidence?" Rostislav interrupted. "Brother Otto said he wasn't sure!"

"Is there even a need to ask? He must be secretly doing something! Otherwise, how could this happen? Only a simple mind like yours can't see it!"

"I have a simple mind? But even with a simple mind like mine, I can't see any evidence!" Rostislav sneered.

"Enough!" Conrad said with a stern face, stopping the two people from arguing.