A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

He was weighing this matter in his mind.

He was well aware of what kind of person his son was, and he had also seen Otto's behavior.

But in this matter, it is better to be safe than sorry.

Even if Thomas had no ill intentions, he at least showed no respect for Otto. He was unfit to be a follower.

And most importantly, the lockdown needs to be upheld.

Otherwise, how could he convince everyone that he had just decided to ban people from entering or leaving, and his son ran away without being punished?

"Friar Thomas," he said aloud.

"exist."

"I will remove you from all your positions now. Go back and wait until the matter is fully investigated."

"As you wish." Thomas took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

This wasn't his fault, and he hadn't made any mistakes, but it was obvious that the vice president wanted to use him to establish his authority!

Anger also rose in his heart.

If I am not welcome here, I will find other places that will welcome me. If I am not welcome anywhere, I will join the Eighth Route Army!

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Chapter 44 Master and Disciple 1

It was completely dark.

When Thomas came to his senses, he found himself back in the familiar training ground.

He had been in a daze all the way here, but he didn't know why he came to this place. Maybe this was the place he was most familiar with.

After all, in the monastery, the things that took him the most time, besides sleeping, were exercising.

He picked up a training sword and swung it.

His hands were dancing with the sword, but his heart was everywhere in the martial arts arena.

This isn't a very large training ground, and there aren't many people practicing martial arts in the monastery.

There were footwork markings on the ground, various stone tools for strengthening muscles and bones in the corners, and weapon racks. These were all things he was very familiar with.

However, he is about to say goodbye to this place.

Although Thomas had decided long ago that he would leave the monastery, when it was really about to happen, he still felt indescribable sadness and reluctance.

Looking back now, it all comes down to me being too weak.

Without status, wealth, or strength...even if you become a running dog, you will not be valued by your master and will not be treated fairly.

Fair... Thomas inexplicably recalled a movie clip he had seen in his previous life.

There was a story about a father and daughter who were having a disagreement. The daughter passed the bar exam and proudly told her father that she had passed the exam in a fair competition. The father smiled and replied that the fairness you have is entirely because of me.

Without strength, there would be no fairness. And the Middle Ages were even more unfair than Thomas's previous life!

His wild sword moves were interrupted by a burst of applause.

Thomas turned around and saw none other than his teacher Giuliano.

"Not bad!" Giuliano praised sincerely. "Thomas, your progress is much faster than I expected. At this level... I think people would believe you've reached the core level."

Thomas had just unintentionally gone all out, hiding nothing. It was only natural that Giuliano had seen through him.

"Teacher," Thomas took a deep breath. "I have a gift for you."

Others might have owed him a debt, but Giuliano was definitely an exception.

He truly taught himself the art of martial arts without hiding anything from himself.

"Oh?" Giuliano was quite surprised.

Thomas took out a box, Giuliano took it, opened it, and saw a knife inside.

"What is this?" He took out the knife and examined it carefully. It was... a razor?

"I bought it in the city when I was patrolling there. I don't know why, but I thought it would suit you the first time I saw it," said Thomas.

Giuliano had a big black beard.

"Hahaha..." Giuliano laughed and started shaving with a razor.

Tufts of black hair fell from his face.

"Not bad, you're really thoughtful." The church knight looked very satisfied. "It's not in vain that I taught you!"

"After I leave, please take care of yourself, teacher..."

Giuliano paused in his shaving. "Leaving? Take care? Where are you going?"

"I may have to leave the monastery," Thomas said dejectedly.

"You've practiced well, but you're still a long way from truly being able to walk on your own," Giuliano said. "Is there a significant opportunity waiting for you? One worthy of a knighthood?"

"No, I just... I'm afraid I'll be expelled from the monastery soon," said Thomas.

"Dismissal? Why dismissal? Oh, you mean... you offended Vice President Conrad? Hahahaha..." Giuliano laughed again and started shaving again.

"Teacher?" Thomas asked in confusion.

"You're my student, what's your relationship with Conrad?" After a long moment, Giuliano stopped shaving his face and stroked his smooth cheeks. "If he gave you money, just give it back!"

Thomas' mouth dropped open.

"Whether you have made a mistake or not, and whether you need to be fired or not, is something I can decide." Giuliano answered clearly.

Thomas was shocked. He had always thought that Giuliano was Conrad's trusted subordinate, but he didn't expect him to say such a thing.

"He's the Vice-Dean, yes, but so what? I'm supposed to obey him within my duties, and so are you. But this matter is within his duties? What right does the Vice-Dean have to allow a monk to serve as his son's servant?" Giuliano sneered. "We serve God, not him and his family! How can he represent God? Even the Pope wouldn't dare to say so!"

He said it confidently.

Although the corruption of the church is well known to everyone, no matter what the unspoken rules are, at least in terms of the explicit rules, Thomas did nothing wrong.

In other words, being your son's follower isn't an obligation, it's a favor. So, even if I did something wrong, I shouldn't be punished—except for aggravation of personal feelings—and I didn't even do anything wrong!

"But..." Thomas still felt something was wrong.

After all, he is the vice president and can use public resources for personal gain. He may not do so openly, but he has plenty of means to do so in secret.

There is nothing wrong with explicit rules, but implicit rules... they are still rules!

"Of course, there's one last point, and it's the most important one," Giuliano said with a smile. "Our Vice President Conrad is overwhelmed."

"Huh?" Thomas was startled.

"Two monks died this time, did you know that?"

"know."

"Plus that unlucky fellow who was killed earlier, whose name was…what was it…"

"His name is Joe!" Thomas thought of the lickspittle who had come up to him earlier. As expected, lickspittles don't die well.

"Yes, plus Joe, plus that unfortunate fellow who fell into the well and drowned...what was his name..."

"Baldwin?"

"Yes! In the past six months, four people have died in the monastery! All accidental deaths!" Giuliano said. "Vice-Abbot Conrad won't get away with it so easily."

"what……"

"Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal, but there's a key point. This is because all of this has happened while the dean has been absent. The competition for this position is fierce, which means that even the smallest mistakes will be dug up and dealt with. This continuous death of monks has been brought to the forefront."

Thomas began to understand.

I still remember a line I read in my previous life: "Some things, if not weighed, would weigh nothing, and even if weighed a thousand pounds, they would still weigh nothing."

That's probably the situation.

So many accidental deaths are the result of your lax management and discipline. And without a dean above you, you can't even find someone to share the responsibility with!

"Right now, our Vice President Conrad is trying his best to shift the blame," Giuliano said. "But whether he'll succeed is hard to say."

"Putting the blame?"

"Well, because three of the four monks who died were novice monks. And Brother Batista was responsible for arranging matters for the novice monks. So the vice-priest tried very hard to make Batista take the blame. But it's hard to say whether he will succeed. And even if he succeeds, he is not completely blameless."

Chapter 45 Master and Disciple 2

"I understand," Thomas said, and instantly, his previous depression and anxiety disappeared.

Now that he was no longer tied to Conrad, it was actually a good thing. He finally didn't have to be tied to that guy Otto anymore.

No wonder someone was targeting Otto specifically; it was clearly an indirect attempt to target Conrad. They were clearly looking for some kind of evidence to incriminate Conrad.

For example, that letter or something.

No, that's not right! Thomas suddenly realized.

"Teacher, if Conrad leaves..."

In Giuliano's opinion, Thomas didn't need to care about the vice-president's affairs at all.

The Vice President didn't have time to deal with Thomas yet. By the time he did, the matter would have been over. This wasn't some deep-seated grudge, and Conrad wouldn't pursue it if he had nothing better to do.

It's just that Thomas lost Conrad's favor from then on, or in other words, he lost the step to climb up.

But this doesn't matter to Thomas, as he will have no such opportunity in the near future anyway.

"He's gone?" Giuliano, for once, showed a serious expression. "It shouldn't be easy, right?"

"What if it happens?"

"Well..." Giuliano laughed. "Don't worry about it! In a year or two, when you've mastered martial arts, no matter who's in this position, they won't be able to dismiss you so easily."

"After a year or two..." Thomas whispered.

According to Giuliano's calculations, with Thomas's talent, he would achieve success in a year or two. By then, he would not be allowed to leave even for the sake of retaining talent.

Typical chivalrous thinking. Or, in other words, a soldier's thinking.

No soldier would easily abandon his brave and capable subordinates.

Even if this subordinate is not very obedient and has various obvious shortcomings, he will still endure it.

But Conrad might do so, but others certainly wouldn't. Maybe then Giuliano and Thomas should be kicked out together!

"Teacher, I have a question." Thomas asked suddenly.

Because he remembered the words he had heard in the grove before, which was the origin of everything.

If the purpose was to steal a letter, find evidence that Conrad had done something wrong, and use the evidence to get rid of him later, that would make sense.

But if drugs and prostitutes were used to coerce Otto into submission... this behavior was so despicable that it could be said to have reached the lowest level. This did not seem like competition within the church system at all.

In other words, is the position of the abbey's vice-abbot really that important?

Is this really a solution that the monks came up with?

Or is the Chomutov Monastery so important that even the position of abbot is worth any means necessary to obtain?

Thomas didn't want to leave his future to fate.

He really didn't have the energy to care about this before, but it's different now.

"You said."

"The Chomutov Monastery... is it wealthy?"

"Rich? Who can compare that to? But in my opinion, that's about it," Giuliano said. "There's quite a bit of land, and the annual income is about a thousand florins? Maybe a little more. Of course, that's the actual income. In name, not much money is turned over."

A thousand florins was certainly a huge sum for an individual, but for a monastery of a few hundred people it was nothing special. It certainly wasn't poverty.

"Then... this place is important?"

"Important?" Giuliano pondered for a moment. "The geographical location is quite significant. This monastery was once a castle. Occupying this place effectively controls a large area surrounding it. If war is a chess game, then this is a crucial position. A small force can exert a significant deterrent effect. Of course, I'm not talking about the civil war within the Psemmes family. If those brothers were to fight, this place would be of little use. Occupying this place would be useful if a foreign enemy were to invade Bohemia."

Maybe that's why this place became a monastery.