A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

However, the light shining from the eyes of these Star-Moon believers did not seem to be friendly at all.

It is full of various flavors such as contempt, ridicule, dissatisfaction, etc.

There is no doubt that although he has converted to the Star-Moon Religion, he has not yet received universal recognition from the Star-Moon Religionists.

This is true even if he has made great contributions.

However... he had anticipated this situation and would not get angry or upset at all.

The reason he received so much hostility was that he had no achievements to convince others.

His previous betrayal, though significant, was nothing.

No extra abilities are required; any traitor in a high position can do it.

It's like Lu Meng crossing the river in white clothes to defeat Guan Yu and capture Jingzhou - this was a glorious victory, but Lu Meng would never be able to become a famous general with this achievement.

On the contrary, Hannibal had no martial ethics at all. He took advantage of the thick fog to ambush the Roman army by the lake and defeated the Roman army in one battle. He could have become famous for this battle (although he had better records).

Although the cultures of the East and the West are different, the underlying logic of human beings is always universal.

A victory gained through betrayal is not a victory. That kind of victory belongs to politicians, not military leaders.

Ferdinand didn't care and walked quickly to his seat.

His position, in strict order of priority, should be second.

The first one was an old man in his seventies or eighties, sitting in his seat with his eyes half open and half closed.

Those who know say that this is resting with eyes closed, while those who don’t think it is dozing off.

This man does not look like a military commander, but a religious figure. And indeed, he is.

This is the grandmaster sent by the sect.

"Everyone," Ferdinand said loudly. "I just received the latest intelligence. The Pope has indeed appointed a new Grand Master!"

There was a slight commotion among the crowd, and the old man nearby questioned, "This is a month earlier than you expected."

"Yes, it's earlier than I expected, but the situation is different from what I expected," Ferdinand said. "The Pope didn't use the divine revelation technique! Taking into account the preparation time for the divine revelation technique, then my calculations were correct."

He turned to face the group.

"In that case, then our original plan will remain as it is!"

"Wait a minute," someone said. "It's a month early, so we don't have enough manpower and preparation."

"But we're not dealing with a novice protector of the nation created by divine inspiration," Ferdinand explained. "His name is Thomas, Thomas of Bohemia. Does anyone know this person?"

Everyone looked at each other, but no one answered.

Obviously, this person is unknown and not a famous figure.

"He should be... according to the intelligence, he's only at the elite level. But I guess once he's selected, he'll be forcibly promoted to elite."

A person who has practiced hard for ten or eight years can become a core player. This condition can actually be easily met, so core players are not rare.

It is normal to be unknown.

"So even if we're short on preparation time and manpower... the original plan can still be carried out. Killing that new Grand Commander won't be a problem!"

"Once Thomas dies, it will take at least another month for the Church to select a new Grand Master..."

"Wait, why did they choose a core member to succeed the Grand Master?" someone questioned. "Is there some conspiracy?"

Chapter 49: Star-Moon Cult 2

Catholicism really does have divine revelation, this is not a lie.

In fact, they were fair game in this matter, dealing fairly and honestly. Even a pagan like you could buy divine revelation for a million florins.

"A conspiracy... is almost impossible," Ferdinand said. "When divine revelation is activated, it has a huge impact, affecting a wide area. This thing can't be faked. So this Thomas of Bohemia is, at best, an elite soldier!"

High-level spells are almost all very powerful. Not to mention mere perception, it is normal to cause any strange phenomena in the world.

"I think they are unable to make a decision for the time being," someone said.

Everyone's eyes turned to the speaker.

"The Knights have suffered a crushing defeat and lost their fleet," the man said, calming himself down before continuing. "Even if a national defender arrived, it wouldn't be of much use."

"Without a fleet, the Protectorate can only stay in the castle on the island and can do nothing. At least not for a few years."

"In that case, why not send someone who's good at business...even if he's a little less capable. He can help the Knights get back on their feet...wait three to five years, once the Knights have regained some strength, and then replace him."

The man finished expressing his opinion and silence fell all around.

More than one person chuckled.

"Would the Pope really make such a judgment?" another person said. "Any normal person should be able to see that Rhodes Island itself is very likely our target, right? If he can't see that, then this Pope... is no different from a clay statue!"

More than one person laughed out loud.

"The current Pope is Leo XI," Ferdinand spoke again. "I hear he's a very stingy man. From what I've heard, his favorite thing to do is go on incognito tours and wander around Rome."

Everyone was stunned at first, but then they started talking about it, some chuckled, some laughed.

"In that case, there seems to be nothing wrong in letting that business talent go to Rhodes Island." The old man with his eyes half open spoke at the side.

"That Thomas might not be good at fighting, but in future sieges, even a leader who isn't good at fighting is better than no leader at all," Ferdinand said firmly. "Not to mention, just because he's not good at fighting doesn't mean he's not good at commanding."

No one objected to this judgment.

"If we kill him, it will take Rome a month to confirm his death. Then it will take another month to appoint a new Grand Master. This time they will definitely prepare divine revelation techniques, which will take another month. By the time the future Grand Master is ready to take office, three or four months will have already passed!"

"That means we have three or four more months to prepare!"

"And for the past few months, Rhodes Island has been leaderless. They have neither the channels nor the funds to restore the fleet, so they can only stay where they are."

"The most important thing is... the death of an elite soldier isn't a big deal. They won't think too much about it. So, we might even have another chance to ambush the new Grand Commander..."

Ferdinand spoke out all his thoughts in one breath, then looked around.

Although there was still some contempt in everyone's eyes, perhaps due to psychological effects, the contempt had softened a lot.

It is not easy to capture Rhodes Island.

Even killing the Grand Master of the Knights Templar and destroying their fleet would not be easy.

The Knights had put a lot of effort into building the castle, and if they wanted to capture it, they had to plan a long siege of several months.

You can strive for the best outcome, but you must be prepared for the worst.

Therefore, you must have ample time to prepare.

The deployment of personnel, supplies, and fleets all takes time. Of course, most importantly, other obstacles must be removed before action can be taken.

So the ideal situation is

Of course, this wasn't his entire plan.

Ferdinand glanced at the old man a little further away.

The old man still looked sleepy and didn't care about anything, but he remembered clearly that he had expressed his opinions at several key points just now.

Eyes narrowed, ears perked up! Humph... after all, he's still wary of me and doesn't trust me.

He sneered in his heart.

But that’s okay, because so is he.

For many people in this world, faith is everything. But for others, faith is nothing.

Ferdinand was the latter.

In short, the key this time is not to kill the new Grand Commander named Thomas, but how to disguise the incident as an accident as much as possible.

If a protector of the country or a person who is half a step away from protecting the country dies, it will be difficult to cover up the matter.

This must have been the work of a powerful force, a carefully planned assassination, not an accident.

But if an elite soldier died...even a newly promoted elite soldier, then there is a possibility of covering it up.

In fact, they had already sent out dozens of assassins, including a national protector.

The reason why so many people are needed is that there is more than one route from Rome to Rhodes, so enough people must be allocated to guard each route.

The original plan was that if we had another month or two of preparation, we should be able to gather the combat power of two national protectors and three half-step national protectors, but now it is not necessary.

To assassinate a Grand Master of a Knight Order who is only at the elite level, there is no need for such a luxurious lineup.

The difficulty lies not in taking action, but in stopping it midway.

So everyone started discussing.

At this time, the old man who had been squinting his eyes suddenly spoke again, and his words were earth-shattering.

"If you want to delay, why not target the Pope?"

"Once the Pope dies, the entire Christian world will be plunged into chaos. They can't do anything until a new Pope is chosen. Even after that, it will take him several months to get a handle on the situation."

"And without Rome's assistance... no matter who becomes the Grand Master, he can only stand there and watch helplessly."

……

Five or six days later, another messenger came and took Thomas to his teacher.

Or rather, we met again in that mysterious courtyard.

The last time it was at dark, and this time it was in the afternoon.

Thomas had thought this was a bit mysterious before, but now that he knew the identity of his mentor, he took this unilateral, secretive summons for granted.

Two days ago, the flag he designed was approved and he had the best tailor in the city make one using the best materials.

Today is the day of enchantment.

Just like last time, Leo XI was at the entrance to the basement.

"Thomas, remember you can only stay for five minutes this time. I'll ring a bell when the time is up, and you must leave as soon as you hear it. Even if the enchantment isn't complete, you must leave first. Don't worry, we'll send someone else to get the magic flag later."

"Teacher, I want to ask...what is the real name of the elf in the basement?"

"Thomas, I don't want to hide this from you, but... this is not possible. I can't tell you. In fact, I can't tell anyone."

"why?"

"Because the very act of knowing a spirit's name increases its power," Leo XI replied. "And thus gives it the opportunity to escape its bonds. Go."

Thomas went into the basement, while Leo XI stayed where he was. Then he heard a noise on the side of the courtyard, and when he looked over, he saw a figure rushing towards him.

Chapter 50 Rumors

Leo XI was startled.

He tried to dodge with all his might, but was unable to do so.

The black shadow rushed over and hugged his legs.

The old man wanted to break free, but he was too old and fat, his movements were slow and he didn't have much strength, so he couldn't break free.

It took him a few seconds to realize that a young man rushed over and hugged his legs.

A strange young man, at least Leo XI had never seen this face in Rome. Judging by his hair and complexion... he was a Greek.

The man was wearing a priest's robe and had no weapon.

This is not an assassin.

Well... if this was an assassination attempt, the enemy would have already made it. In those ten seconds, Leo XI was completely defenseless and defenseless. With just a dagger, he could have pierced Leo XI's body with at least ten holes.

"Who are you, child?" the old man calmed down and asked.

"Holy Father, do not abandon us!" the man burst into tears, clinging tightly to Leo XI's legs.

At this time, the guards over there hurried over.

Three or four guards worked together to drag the stranger off Leo XI.

But the man struggled with all his might and kept crying, so the guards had no choice but to hold him down.

"Holy See, it's our fault..." The leading guard captain saluted and apologized to the Pope.

"It's okay... Fortunately it's not an assassin... Who is this?"