A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Thomas hesitated.

"What's wrong? Brother Thomas, you seem worried about something." Lorenzo asked when he saw his hesitant expression.

"Nothing," Thomas replied. For a moment, he hadn't figured out how to reveal his magical prowess, or the appropriate amount.

"Brother Thomas, don't worry too much," Lorenzo consoled him. "Practicing magic is much more difficult than practicing martial arts. I can see that you have considerable martial arts skills. With just a little progress in magic, you'll pass the exam, and it will be easy to advance in the future."

"Thank you very much for your kind words," Thomas replied.

The two chatted for a few more sentences.

One could sense that this priest named Lorenzo was quite unusual.

He's clearly an elite warrior, yet he became a priest. Not only is he a priest, but his attitude...

It can be said that this person pays great attention to the emotions and feelings of others.

Thomas had seen many elite warriors. Most of them were veterans who had come through life and death, awakening their potential and rising to elite status. And without exception, these men were all self-centered and arrogant. He had never seen anything like them before.

Could it be that this person comes from an extraordinary background?

A nobleman who, without overcoming life and death, relied on that kind of "safety potion" to be promoted to elite?

But after thinking about it carefully, it didn't seem like that. Because generally speaking, nobles are more arrogant and look down on others than elite warriors!

But it is difficult to judge.

After we finished chatting and went back, a long time passed, probably when it was completely dark.

A few more people gathered in the small hall.

Obviously, they all took the exam together.

Even if monks from other places come here with someone introducing them and spending money to bribe them, they still have to go through this round of procedures before they can get a lower-level position here.

Finally, the person in charge arrived.

Several priests, whose identities were unknown but who looked arrogant, came into the small hall.

Section 9 Test 4

Including Thomas, there were nine people in total, waiting in line respectfully.

"Dominican Friars," the first black-robed priest said, glancing around. "We're recruiting assistants to the Inquisitor. Elite-level and above are exempt from the test."

The nine people looked at each other, but no one answered.

Thomas was also cautious and didn't even look up.

Dominican Friars... Thomas is familiar with this one.

One of the famous factions of the Catholic Church, calling themselves "Dogs of God", specializes in judging heretics.

This faction specializes in producing inquisitors. In my memories from my previous life, all the famous activities such as the witch barbecue in the Middle Ages were organized by them.

But Thomas had no interest in joining this faction of barbecue lovers.

Although the church in Kiev is known as a heretic among heretics, some of their principles are common.

That is... the Inquisitor will not stay in one place, but will travel around, judging heretics, witches, and sinners who collude with the devil.

But Thomas came here to seek the secret arts... he had no interest in roasting people.

Especially since he knew that most of those poor victims were not witches or wizards at all. All the stories about them believing in heresy, abducting women and children, stealing and destroying corpses, sleeping with the devil, and eating babies were made up.

At least that was the case in my previous life.

Moreover, although this Dominican friar's black robe was embroidered with a running hound, he possessed a round figure and plump cheeks, and the folds of his white cotton robe were elegant. It was obvious at first glance that he came from a wealthy family... perhaps not just in terms of birth, but also that he lived a wealthy life even now.

The second one was a Jesuit monk, who was looking for help with general affairs.

Since the Church was the actual ruler of the Papal States, it was natural for it to interact with the peasants. It would need many grassroots monks who were good at menial tasks in order to get every last copper coin from the peasants.

This person doesn't make any requirements at all, as long as he is willing.

Naturally... no one spoke.

It seems that all the people who came this time were children of nobles, and they had no interest in jobs like collecting taxes from farmers.

This position has low requirements but limited prospects.

The work was arduous, requiring a willingness to wear out your shoes and ride your donkey until it was skinny. Eloquent skills were crucial, requiring both persuasion and persuasion, and only after countless efforts and utterances could sufficient offerings be obtained. Furthermore, one had to be wary of various scams that involved passing off inferior goods as genuine goods. Outmaneuvering those cunning peasants was no easy task.

What's worse is that the future of this position is like that of Sun Wukong's position as Bimawen.

There is absolutely no room for advancement.

Of course, this position wasn't without candidates. Ultimately, it suited monks of humble origins, content with modest wealth, and lacking ambition. It wasn't suitable for monks of established backgrounds and lofty ambitions.

Even though these are newcomers, everyone with a clear mind knows that they have all given money before.

If you don’t pay, you won’t even get the chance to take the exam!

In this regard, the church has always clearly marked prices and conducted fair transactions!

Others were also selected one by one, and their own conditions were put forward to see if there were any qualified and outstanding talents who were willing to join.

If not, then you will enter the second round of assessment.

……

Inside the huge church.

A monk dressed as an ascetic, wearing a gray monk's robe and a rope around his waist instead of a belt, was walking slowly.

He was older, with gray hair, a short beard, a kind smile on his face, and a rather fat figure. His big belly bulged out of his robe like a ball of meat.

If he wasn't dressed like an ascetic, people would probably think he was a visiting pilgrim or a holy man.

Today is All Saints' Day, after all.

Even though the festival can be said to be over at this time, you can still see many foreign faces in this city and this church.

An ascetic appeared here, most likely he was lost.

But despite this, no one came forward to help the lost man.

He was alone, with his hands hidden in his sleeves, walking slowly.

At the corner, a figure wearing red clothes, a red shawl and a red hat suddenly appeared.

This is a cardinal.

That being said, the "red" cardinal is actually just a nickname, and the real title should be cardinal.

In the entire Christian world, he is second only to the Pope and can be regarded as the prince of Christianity.

And in this place, he is undoubtedly the superior.

The cardinal, flanked by two fully armed knights, trotted through the corridors and aisles. Everyone else who saw this scene moved aside, fearing that they would block the path of the cardinal, who was obviously on a big mission.

But when he saw the old and fat ascetic monk, he rushed over quickly.

When the ascetic saw the other party, he wanted to avoid him through a side aisle.

"Holy Father!" The cardinal had already shouted, and he took two steps at a time and chased after him.

"It's you..." the ascetic replied reluctantly. He held out his hand, on which was a special ring.

Fisherman's Ring!

It depicts Saint Peter casting a net to catch fish in a boat.

This is the testimony of the Catholic Pope, or the Holy Father.

The cardinal stepped forward, bowed, and kissed the fisherman's ring.

"Holy Father, the news from last time has been confirmed..." He said in a low voice, not daring to look up at the other party when he spoke. It was obvious that he knew he was the crow that brought bad news. "It's true."

"Don Fernando... was killed in action... and has died a martyr for the glory of the Lord."

"Dead?" the ascetic-dressed Pope sighed. "What are the other losses?"

"The Knights of Rhodes Island... lost twelve warships!" the cardinal whispered.

"A warship had at least fifty men, and including other casualties, that's at least a thousand... In other words, after this battle, even if the Knights were fully staffed before the battle, only half of them are left. Not to mention, we all know it's impossible for them to be fully staffed. So, has the Knights been completely crippled?"

"Holy Father, the situation may not be that bad..."

"You're not going to tell me anymore. What about the details of the battle? It's the same as what you said before... Was Fernando under siege? Did the Green Cultists send out three defenders?"

"Three... but they shouldn't be three protectors of the country. Two of them may only be half-step protectors of the country!"

"Alas..." The Pope looked up at the sky and sighed. "Tell me, we've suffered a crushing defeat, lost a protectorate, and a knightly order was crippled... What should we do now?"

The words seemed to be a question, but anyone with a clear mind knew that the Pope did not need an answer.

"If sea transportation is cut off... that means... the fall of the holy land is just a matter of time?" This time he really asked.

"I'm afraid... yes."

"Why, after repeated screening throughout Christendom, out of hundreds of thousands of monks... is there only one Lorenzo?" Leo XI sighed. "I think it really is God's will... By the way, how's that kid doing with the reception?"

Section 10 Test 5

"Brother Lorenzo did a great job," the cardinal said. "Everyone said he was gentle, kind, and warm... and very patient."

"Doing well? Damn it! I've made that guy do menial work, and yet he's still acting like that? I don't need his warmth and warmth. I need fighting spirit, anger, and courage!" The Pope sighed, his face sad. "Evil, meanness, cruelty, and greed... anything is fine! But I don't need gentleness, kindness, or warmth!"

"Holy Father... I think... maybe..."

"He's not fit to be a warrior at all, is he?" The Pope sneered.

"Oh God, is this really the Lord's will? Or is it a punishment for my stupidity? I've searched so hard for so many years, but I can't even find a child with the right qualifications? From now on, will the blame for losing the holy land really fall on me?"

The cardinal said nothing, not daring to answer such a question.

"Perhaps... I should find a second disciple. I can't put all my hopes on that kid."

But so far, in all Christianity, he has found only one Lorenzo.

It's great to have excellent talent, but there is a problem.

If this problem is not solved, it will be meaningless.

Leo XI felt helpless.

Everyone outside knows that the church has the powerful weapon of divine enlightenment.

I even have enough money to sell divine enlightenment to outsiders... One million florins, fair trade, no credit.

Logically speaking, there should be at least eight or ten national defense-level warriors... Let alone ten or eight, according to normal logic, there should be no problem with a hundred or eighty.

Otherwise, how can we have the spare capacity to sell it to other countries?

But there is really no such good thing in the world.

If a divine revelation could really turn him into a patriotic warrior, why would he be suffering like this?

If there really were a hundred or eighty protectors of the country, forming an independent knightly order, they would have already crushed all the Green Christians, consolidated the Holy Land, and spread the glory of the Lord to the entire known world!

It is well known that the combat power of one national protector is equivalent to that of a thousand people. The most rough calculation of one hundred national protectors is equivalent to an army of one hundred thousand.

It only consumes the supplies of a hundred men, but can have the fighting power of an army of a hundred thousand.

Moreover, when there are more people and they cooperate with each other, there will be more tactical coordination and cover, and the combat power will increase dramatically.

One hundred protectors are enough for Christianity to conquer the world.

As for suppressing the filial sons within the Christian world, it was even easier.

"Now that you understand the situation...how's things going in France lately? It seems they're having trouble with the Holy Roman Empire?"

"Nothing, everything seems normal. But there are rumors that the French are planning to invade Italy again!"

It was precisely because of France, the filial son of the Catholic Church, that the Church could not focus its attention on the Eastern Holy Land. No matter what, it had to keep some spare energy to keep an eye on it.

"Really? You go first."

The Pope waved his hand and the cardinal withdrew.

He adjusted his mood, and the expression on his face slowly returned to its previous smile, and he continued to patrol the cathedral slowly.

Yes, although it is the Pope, he is indeed touring the entire church at this moment.