A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

He had seen it in his previous life...but he couldn't tell whether it was from movies or TV or from personal experience.

This is the expression on a banker's face when he forces a businessman into bankruptcy by maliciously withdrawing loans.

Full of contempt, ridicule and complacency.

That is the expression of believing that even if you hurt the other person, no one will stand up for them and you will not suffer any retaliation.

Then Batista turned his head and continued counting the money.

Thomas turned back.

There was nothing he could do here, or rather, Batista was right about one thing—there was nothing he could do in the monastery now.

As long as you dare to take action, the outcome will probably not be a matter of dismissal.

At this particular time, when tensions were high both internally and externally, and everyone was on edge, he could not and did not dare to retaliate against Batista.

More importantly, even he couldn't be sure what was in the letter.

He knew very well that it was justifiable for some letters to be destroyed by the monastery officials.

Feeling depressed, he returned to his dormitory room, looked at the dim candlelight on the table, and pondered silently.

"Thomas!" A voice brought him back to reality from his reverie. Thomas then realized that it was Joshua who had returned.

Joshua was a hard-working man, and he took a lot of courses. In fact, the novice monks in the monastery studied seven subjects that were said to have their roots in ancient Greece and have continued to this day: logic, grammar, rhetoric, mathematics, geometry, astronomy, and music.

At this stage, I am studying rhetoric and logic.

These weren't difficult for Thomas, after all, he had already learned them in his previous life. Even if he hadn't, he could still cheat by using his damaged godhead.

But for others, attending cram schools is necessary to catch up.

So now Joshua's bedtimes are a bit erratic.

"Joshua, it's you," Thomas said. Suddenly, something clicked in his mind.

Recently, because of Otto and martial arts training, he and Joshua have become a little estranged. He even forgot Joshua's identity.

He is one of the people who is best informed about gossip in the monastery.

"What?" Joshua was a little confused.

"I saw something today that really puzzled me," Thomas said. "Well, you know, I was out and about after dark, and I saw a light... in Brother Batista's office."

"Then I looked over and saw Brother Batista over there... counting money by candlelight!" Thomas asked. "What's going on? Brother Batista has never been in charge of anything related to money, right?"

"You're talking about him," Joshua curled his lips. "I must say, some of the monastery's tools, including farm implements, were purchased and repaired by Brother Batista."

Unfortunately, the profits from this kind of business are too limited to satisfy Batista's appetite.

"That's more money," Thomas said. "It's not like repairing farm equipment."

"Well," Joshua said, lowering his voice. "They say Brother Batista often steals things from letters. And, if he sets his sights on anyone with money, he'll blackmail them."

"What?! He stole other people's...property?"

"It's a common saying. Every now and then, someone discovers that some of the mail or money their family received is missing," Joshua said. "While the postman could have done it, everyone agrees that Brother Batista is the more likely suspect."

"Aren't you afraid of God's punishment for this kind of behavior?"

"He's not afraid!" Joshua's tone became increasingly disdainful. "Rumor has it, he has a place in the city."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because he has a mistress there!" Joshua said. "So he needs the money!"

This kind of thing is nothing new in the church system today, and it can't even be considered a scandal. For one thing, the examples of Otto and Conrad are still before our eyes!

"I see..." Thomas began to understand. "So, he counted the money and planned to send it to his mistress in the city?"

"It seems so," Joshua said indignantly. "The glory of God is being blasphemed by people like this."

The more common people believe in God, the less so those within the church. Thomas didn't mention it, as he was an exception. But Joshua was clearly on this path.

The education at the monastery was excellent.

“But you’re not allowed to go out now,” said Thomas.

"Oh, there's a legitimate reason. Vice-Abbot Conrad wouldn't have wanted to stop it! Brother Batista, wouldn't it be easy for him to come up with an excuse? He could just say he's sending the farm tools to the city for repairs." Clearly, not everyone cared about safety. In fact, most monks thought it was an overreaction, and they were worried. Joshua was clearly one of them.

They are simply subject to the power of the vice president, rather than truly agreeing with his approach.

"Joshua, are we friends?"

"Of course, what's wrong?"

"Could you help me find out when he goes to town?" Thomas asked.

"What do you want to do?" Joshua was shocked.

"Brother Batista took away one of my letters, and I need to get it back," Thomas said. "For the sake of our friendship, please help me this time!"

Joshua hesitated. But Brother Batista was truly notorious among the novice monks. Thinking of teaching Batista a lesson, Joshua nodded in agreement.

"I know a few monks who are in charge of farm tools," Joshua said. "Just ask them."

Even if repairing the farm tools was just an excuse to go out, Brother Batista had to really go into the city with the farm tools.

Joshua worked quickly, returning after a short absence. "Tomorrow afternoon," he said briefly.

Thomas immediately went to Giuliano's residence.

"What, you're going to town tomorrow morning?"

"Yes," said Thomas. "I'm going to buy some weapons."

This was a very legitimate reason. With Giuliano applying on his behalf, Conrad couldn't refuse.

Giuliano stared at Thomas for a long moment. "You must not kill!" he said. "A knight must have the most basic honor!"

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Chapter 48 Treasure 3

"Please spare my life!" Brother Batista knelt down immediately when he saw the robbers rushing out from their hiding place.

He was pushing a cart and wearing a monk's robe that was not very suitable for running (because he had to go to the city to repair farm tools). Moreover, he was over middle-aged and seldom exercised, so he immediately judged that he could not outrun the robber who suddenly rushed out.

As for why they recognized him as a robber... Anyone who saw a man in black clothes, masked, and holding a sharp knife rushing out of the bushes nearby would recognize him as a robber.

In this era, "robber" has never been a strange word.

Regardless of their thoughts, whether they felt indifferent or the situation was extremely dangerous, the monks in the monastery at least knew that there was a group of extremely brutal and cruel bandits nearby who completely ignored the majesty of God. And that three monks had recently been killed by the bandits.

A total of four people died, but the fourth one fell into the well and drowned, so it doesn't count.

This robber is dressed in a very distinctive way.

Eastern masks cover the lower half of the face, while Western masks cover the upper half. This bandit's mask, however, covers his entire face, leaving only his eyes exposed. It's almost Middle Eastern style.

"I'm a poor monk from the neighborhood..." Brother Batista quickly introduced himself and took out a small purse. "I don't have much money!"

There is only a small amount in this small purse.

Besides, he was wearing the robes of an ascetic monk, the kind you didn't even need to search for, just one look and you'd know there was nothing inside.

He was also pushing an old rickshaw, and on the rickshaw were piled old farm tools that were not very valuable.

Robbers are usually not interested in such things, after all, these things are difficult to cash in and are bulky.

Normally, a robber looking at the scene of a "poor monk entering the city" and not being able to find anything particularly profitable would at least have gotten a bag of small money to appease his greed, so he would let his prey go.

After all, the belief in God is deeply rooted in people's hearts these days. Even the most vicious and brutal robbers would not kill the ascetic monks who pose no threat and have no benefits for no reason.

But the robber came straight at him, and without even trying to take the purse, he struck Brother Batista on the neck.

Brother Batista's vision went dark in an instant and he knew nothing.

When he woke up, he found himself tied to a tree - his hands were tied behind his back and his eyes were covered with a piece of cloth, so he could not see anything.

Finished!

Brother Batista was horrified, knowing this robber was no ordinary murderer. He was specifically targeting him.

But what is there about him that is worth targeting?

Could it be that incident?!

He was terrified. "Please spare my life, my dear, I am just a poor man..."

Someone kicked him in the mouth, almost knocking out his front teeth and interrupting him.

"Tell me everything you know!" He heard a slightly muffled voice. "Otherwise..."

"That treasure requires a 7th-level spell, either 'Plane Shift' or 'Phase Gate' to access," Brother Batista shouted. "The Red Maiden's treasure isn't in this world. That's why no one has been able to obtain it for hundreds of years."

What?

Teleportation? Phase Gate? The Red Girl's Treasure?

What is all this?

Thomas, who was dressed as a robber, opened his mouth.

"Apart from these?" Thomas asked immediately after a few seconds.

"Vice-President Conrad accidentally discovered the secret of the Red Girl from an ancient book. He conducted a series of studies and deduced the method for hiding the treasure, and then deduced the location of the Red Girl's treasure... He finally found the key method. There are three key points, and I know two. But the third one is known only to the Vice-President himself!"

"What are those two? What is the one you don't know?"

"To open the treasure, three key elements must be met. Special time, special place, and special method. I know the special place and special method. The special method is the seventh-level magic, the Otherworldly Teleportation or the Phase Gate."

"What about special places?"

"Fortress Mountain, most likely around Fortress Mountain Monastery! There may be other portals, but I don't know of any other locations!"

"What about special times?"

"I don't know. There's a code word. I know the first time, the second time, the third time... the seventh time. These seven time points must correspond to something specific, but I don't know what they refer to."

"How did the Red Girl do it?" Thomas couldn't help but ask, even though he didn't know who the so-called "Red Girl" was.

However, hiding treasure and retrieving treasure are the same thing. Since retrieving treasure requires special time, special place and special method, the same conditions must have been applied when the treasure was hidden.

Wasting a 7th-level spell to hide treasure? Might as well just burn it all down.

"An evil god! An ancient evil god! But I don't know which one!" Brother Batista had much less courage than Thomas thought, and he was already sobbing with fear.

Damn it, I haven't even tortured him yet! Thomas looked at the grown man crying and felt contemptuous, angry, and amused.

To be honest, this was the first time he felt that "killing you would dirty my hands."

Although it was disgusting, it didn't make me want to kill it at all. It was just like seeing a pile of shit and not having any desire to destroy it.

If you want to step on a pile of shit when you see it, you have a sick brain!

And he had already promised Giuliano.

Thomas still wanted to figure out what was going on with his letter.

"what about others?"

"I don't know anything else!"

"Nonsense!" Thomas pressed his sword against the man's face, letting his skin feel the coldness of the steel. "You burned a lot of letters. What were the contents of those letters?"

"They are all letters of greeting..." Brother Batista twitched and stopped moving.

Thomas quickly checked his breathing and fortunately he was not frightened to death, but fainted.

Damn, this is troublesome.