A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The next moment, the golem collapsed and disintegrated.

Chapter 22 Accident 4

At the top of the cathedral, several figures were holding telescopes, watching the battle from afar.

The human eye cannot distinguish this distance, no matter how good the eyesight is. However, the battle can be clearly seen through a telescope.

A smile appeared on Leo XI's face.

That Thomas... is really half a step away from protecting the country!

Because the Golem's combat power is only half that of a Protector of the Nation. Any warrior below the Elite level would be overwhelmed and overwhelmed after just two or three moves against the Golem. A decisive warrior could unleash their extraordinary abilities in a desperate fight—though only for a few seconds, of course. Any hesitation would mean they wouldn't even have the chance to unleash their true power, and would be defeated instantly.

When Thomas was fighting against the golem, he was both offensive and defensive. Although he seemed to be at a disadvantage, anyone could see that he was absolutely not suppressed in terms of status.

"Is this really my luck?" He still didn't quite believe it.

Because the results of the previous emergency investigation told him something incredible... This spy named Thomas was actually a Bohemian?

Not a Frenchman, not a Venetian, not a pagan.

A true priest trained in a monastery, a Christian?

Of course, we can skip over the fact that Thomas mainly received knight training in the monastery - these are minor details and are irrelevant.

Leo XI took a moment to carefully review the details, making sure his incompetent and corrupt subordinates hadn't made a mistake. After all, a spy like this certainly didn't appear out of nowhere; he must have a cover for his identity and the help of his companions. There might even be an entire spy system operating behind the scenes.

But it seems to be true.

This Thomas seems to have really come from the Chomutov Monastery in Bohemia.

He was indeed born into a peasant family and both his parents had died... He was sent to a monastery when he was fifteen or sixteen years old.

It was precisely because of this that Leo XI thought that he might have been wrong, and that Thomas might not be the half-step protector of the country he thought he was, but merely a backbone... or an elite.

If they were the core or elite, that would be normal. After all, it had been two or three years since Thomas left the monastery.

The monastery itself was involved in a civil war, and the monks were expelled. So for the next two or three years, no one knew where Thomas went or what happened to him.

Within two or three years, with some chance, it is not impossible to be promoted to the elite.

As for why he saw it wrong... it was of course because he was old and frail, and it was gradually becoming difficult for him to use the power given by God.

This is why Leo XI would find a way to use this golem to test the opponent's true strength.

If you are a national defender or half-step national defender, you cannot tell the difference between you and the elite just by daily training. The difference can only be seen in battle.

"Holy Father...should I...I'm afraid the Heroic Spirit will hurt him."

"It's okay, I've adjusted it," Leo XI said. "Although the Heroic Spirit will attack anyone who gets close, it won't hurt anyone."

"But...what if the Heroic Spirit is damaged?"

"Almost impossible. Besides, even if it's chopped to pieces in the Temple of Christ," Leo XI was in a good mood and didn't pay attention to his subordinates' words. "It can be restored to its original state within a day."

"Ah!" As someone was speaking, someone suddenly screamed.

Because he saw Thomas pierce the golem's chest with a sword, tearing the guardian heroic spirit into pieces and turning it into fragments all over the ground.

"Did... did you kill... the Guardian Heroic Spirit?"

Thomas let out a long sigh on the ground covered with stone fragments.

This time I suffered a huge loss. I was inexplicably involved in such a thing.

He quickly took out the eye mask and put it on his head. Then he found that the silver cross was really just a silver cross.

That is about the value of one florin, and it does not have any magical power.

Damn, the real key... is the door?

The radiance of magic made him realize that this golem was not just a golem itself, but was bound to the Holy Treasury Gate ahead.

There would be no spoils from this battle unless Thomas removed the entire door.

Can Thomas remove the door? Obviously not.

Thomas looked around again to make sure no one was watching, then picked up his pistol and the golden reliquary.

The fragments on the ground...if no one sees and no one hears, just pretend they don't exist.

Pushing open the unlocked door, Thomas saw a place in front that looked like a reception desk, with tables and chairs, but no one there.

"Is anyone there?" Thomas called. "I'm here to deliver something."

"Just put it on the table. I'm busy." A voice came from inside the Holy Treasury. "Just put it over there!"

Obviously, the other party already knew that someone was delivering the goods and didn't care.

There are countless treasures coming in and out of the holy treasury every day, so a golden relic box is totally insignificant.

Thomas's mouth twitched.

But this is not a bad thing, because there will be no evidence.

Thomas quickly placed the golden reliquary on the table and turned to leave.

As the legend goes, this place is just like the one in the legend. There are only administrators and no guards. And because they are guarded by the heroic spirits of the saints, the administrators are completely unguarded.

Thomas went out and saw the fragments of the golem, and quickly quickened his pace.

Just pretend that you know nothing.

Even if you talk about it later, you can still say that you didn't know.

He walked back quickly and returned to the front of the long team after a while.

It looked like, at least in appearance, that the long queue of people waiting to take the test of their magical proficiency had not shortened at all.

I don't know where the cardinal just now ran off to.

Thomas moved forward and came to the front of the team.

There are more than a dozen small rooms, or quiet rooms, in front of us. The specific assessments are all inside the rooms.

It’s a similar pattern to what Thomas encountered when he joined the company.

However, there is someone who is obviously a high-ranking priest guarding this place to maintain order.

He looked at Thomas who was coming over, raised his chin slightly, and signaled Thomas to stop.

"A cardinal just told me," Thomas said. "I can get priority in the queue."

"Which cardinal?" The priest frowned.

“I didn’t know his name,” Thomas said. “But he told me to deliver something and told me I could get to the front of the line when I came back.”

"Wait here," the priest said, motioning Thomas to the front of the line.

Thomas was standing there too.

"Excuse me, how exactly is this assessment conducted?" Thomas asked the person next to him.

The people around him didn't show any disgust. After all, if only one person was penetrated, it wouldn't have much impact.

"How's the assessment? It's the same as before. It's pretty much the same pattern." Someone replied lazily. "You've been assessed too, right?"

"During my last assessment, they just asked me a few questions and then pointed fingers at me..."

"Oh, you're lucky, you encountered a relatively relaxed inspection," said another person. "But it should be stricter this time."

Chapter 23: Secret Visit 1

"Stricter?"

"Yeah," said the short monk. He glanced at Thomas. "It doesn't matter. At most, I'll just get criticized a few times. Actually, as long as we're not top-tier geniuses, we can just practice magic casually. Without access to the seventh layer of the magic web, we're all ants!"

"But... as long as you practice magic well, even if you haven't reached the seventh level, you can still prolong your life."

Thomas said seriously.

He felt that way, and surely everyone else felt that way too.

Starting from the third layer of the magic network, the magic network will benefit humans. This is why magicians have decent physical fitness even though they don't exercise at all.

"Haha, you're quite open-minded," the man laughed. "While that's true, meditation is too time-consuming. For those of us without talent, what we need isn't to prolong our lives, but to enjoy ourselves. Speaking of which, if we want to prolong our lives, it's better to learn martial arts. After all, being strong and healthy naturally prolongs your life, and it also protects you."

Thomas noticed that although the man was short, he was very sturdy and clearly had experience in martial arts.

But I guess it's not up to the core level, probably just ordinary level.

However, this brother looked to be around thirty years old, and at this age, as everyone knows, it's too late to practice martial arts. At this age, he was only at the ordinary level, so he would be thankful to be able to reach the middle-level beginner level in this lifetime.

That is, the effect of strengthening the body.

Suddenly, someone came from the front.

"Which is Thomas? Thomas from Bohemia?"

Thomas was a little surprised when he heard his name being called, but then he understood... So this was the cardinal's promise.

"It's me." Thomas stepped out and looked at the others. The reactions of the people around him were also normal.

Apparently, a similar arrangement had been made before, so no one cared.

The short monk just now made a farewell gesture to Thomas.

Seeing that everything was normal, Thomas felt at ease and followed the man dressed as a servant away.

But he did not go into these small rooms, but went to the other side, turned several times and entered a separate room.

A gorgeous room with very fine religious reliefs and murals on the roof, around the sides and everything.

The person in charge of the assessment was a chubby-looking old man with a friendly face.

The old man was dressed like an ascetic, a rough grey ascetic robe with a rope around his waist instead of a belt. He had short hair, most of which was already white.

He looked to be around sixty or seventy years old, maybe a little older.

The old man sat on a simple blanket, which was obviously not originally part of the room. Because everything here was exquisite, even the armrests behind him were carved into the shape of angels with wings spread.

In fact, the feeling is that the blanket and the old ascetic are out of place in the surrounding environment.

"Don't be nervous," the old monk said with a smile. "Sit here," he pointed to the coarse wool blanket beneath him.

"Thomas of Bohemia?"

"It's me," said Thomas. He walked forward and sat down at the other end of the blanket.

This was probably the reward the cardinal gave him... Just like he casually assigned Thomas to help him deliver something, he also casually assigned this old ascetic to assess him.

The old monk had a few things around him that looked like personal belongings. The most conspicuous of these was a small hammer. The other was a bottle of wine. Wine.

"Master, how do we check?" Thomas sensed something was amiss, but couldn't quite pinpoint what. He simply suspected this ascetic monk's magical prowess was quite impressive.

Probably taller than me.

"That's easy." The old monk smiled. "I came here on short notice... there's no rush. Speaking of which, I haven't chatted with young people in a while, so let's chat for a bit."

He picked up two glasses from the side, opened the bottle and filled them up.

Thomas sighed to himself, "Sure enough!"

This person was also pulled here by the cardinal.

"Have a drink." A cup was handed to him and Thomas took it.

I took a sip and found it slightly sour... wine really wasn't for me. It's said that the quality of a wine depends on its sourness, but Thomas felt that if he wanted something sour, he should drink aged vinegar or sour plum soup!

But he couldn't express it out loud. After all, the other person invited him to drink politely, and he couldn't be rude.

"Do you like the taste?" the old man asked.

"Well, it smells good, but... to be honest, I don't particularly appreciate wine." Thomas decided to tell the truth.

"Yes, that's the truth," the old man smiled. "This wine is... a top-quality product that easily sells for over three hundred florins out there, but even so, it can't satisfy everyone."

He felt that these words had a hidden meaning, but Thomas also knew that the old man was not angry.

"You passed the assessment last time, didn't you?" the old man said with a smile. "I need to ask you some questions."

"Master, please tell me."

"You've learned martial arts before. Do you still remember your former teacher?"