A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Thomas named it the "spiritual field." Besides being able to simply "feel," it can also transmit power.

However, how to use it specifically still requires further research and experimentation.

The air mass in the chest doesn't seem to have changed much...but the recovery ability should have been greatly improved.

Although he had been traveling all day, Thomas did not feel tired at all.

The body's endurance has been greatly enhanced.

All aspects of the attributes are comprehensively improved.

And this is not the end... As long as Thomas is alive, as his body continues to absorb power from the magic network, his various attributes will naturally continue to grow.

It's almost like an automatic upgrade. The only problem is that it's not very fast.

Of course, even if it is not fast enough, that is relative.

Thomas took out his sword, opened his private demiplane, and walked in.

In the demiplane, there are piles of money, clothes, armor, weapons, food, tools... It is like a legendary dragon's lair.

Thomas didn't stop and walked all the way to a corner.

Here, golden apple trees are planted.

During this time, Thomas has been continuously fertilizing and watering the golden apples. He comes here whenever he has time.

He bought a large bucket, filled it with water, and cut a small slit in the bottom to water the golden apple tree with drip irrigation. He fertilized the tree irregularly, only once every ten or twenty days.

With the cultivation of high-quality fertilizers, the golden apple tree is growing well and is now more than one meter tall.

To top it all off, the fruit trees were already laden with tiny green apples.

The apples were not yet ripe, with only a few showing a hint of golden hue on their skins, but Thomas believed that with adequate fertilizer, they would be ready for picking in a few months, or at most a year.

It was not in vain that Thomas specially learned the planting techniques from the fruit farmers.

Chapter 57 Meeting 1

After traveling north from Italy along the main road for several days, we arrived at the agreed location.

It was a small town, and outside the city was a convoy that was clearly different from ordinary business travelers.

The team was mainly driven by oxen, and the carriages were section by section, each of which was much larger than a horse-drawn carriage, like small mobile houses.

The exterior of the carriage is decorated with carvings of mountains, rivers, insects, and fish, and is surrounded by patterns of gold thread, silk, and fabrics of various colors, making the entire shell and shaft of the carriage look expensive and gorgeous.

When Thomas and the other two approached, guards came forward to greet them.

They might not know Thomas, but they knew Andrea. After confirming their identities, the guards let them go.

Thomas was led by a servant to the gold-carved and silver-decorated carriage in the middle of the convoy.

The door on the side of the carriage slid open silently, and the silk curtain was lifted, revealing the soft couch inside.

A man was half lying lazily on the soft couch.

The man's features were full of the delicate grace of a Greek, but beneath his clothes his body appeared strong and muscular, reminiscent of ancient Greek sculptures. He was probably around thirty-five, past youth but not yet middle-aged.

Those eyes gave people a strong sense of oppression.

It was like a ferocious lion or tiger that had just woken up.

"Your Highness Prince Andronicus?" Thomas saluted. "I'm Thomas."

After all, the other party is of royal blood, and the Knights need help at the moment, so he has to be considerate in his courtesy.

He was now dressed in ordinary traveling clothes, but with a leather armor on the outside. Although he had a strong figure, his facial expression made him look rather ordinary.

Before he met the prince in person, his spiritual field knew that this prince was no ordinary person.

It’s half a step to protect the country!

No wonder he was sent here!

Besides that, the entire convoy was filled with elite soldiers, estimated to be at least twenty of them.

Not only the guards, but also the followers.

"It turns out to be the new Grand Master of the Knights Templar." The prince stood up and casually returned the salute.

His eyes fell on Thomas's clothes, and he was a little surprised.

This Grand Commander... well, he looks like a very ordinary person.

There was only one man and one horse, and the entire team of three also had a packhorse carrying travel supplies... They didn't look like a great leader at all, but more like ordinary minor nobles. And they had to be relatively poor.

"The Grand Commander is a man of few words," he said casually. "Then we can set off."

Thomas agreed immediately.

In name, this time it was the prince who sent Thomas to take office.

In fact, it was Thomas who came forward to give the final endorsement to the aid contract previously agreed upon by both parties.

After all, if you ask someone for help, you have to pay a price, for example, you have to pay a certain amount of military expenses, hand over some power, etc.

But after all, this treaty was not signed by the Grand Commander, which means that the new Grand Commander can completely deny it afterwards.

So there must be such a formality step.

But then again, Thomas didn't intend to reject it.

He already knew the contents of the relevant treaty.

This was a measure the Knights had to take after losing all their warships. He could completely understand and accept it.

After all, you don't have a single warship, and if someone just blocks the door with a pirate ship, you can't get out. How can this be possible?

And the treaty is not very harsh.

So the whole team started to set off.

Thomas and the other two were at the end of the team, following quietly.

Although the ox cart was stable, it moved very slowly, so the three of them led the horses and moved slowly.

The prince's convoy consisted of seven or eight vehicles, accompanied by thirty or forty attendants and guards. It was a medium-sized convoy, neither large nor small.

Inside the thick soundproof carriage, the prince was casually playing with a sculpture ornament.

Opposite him sat a middle-aged man dressed in armor and dressed like a guard.

This person is the prince's personal guard captain - this kind of position would not be given to an outsider casually, but to a close confidant who grew up with the royal family.

"That man... is actually the new Grand Master of the Knights Templar." The prince narrowed his eyes and looked out the window at the wild scenery passing by.

Some of it feels boring.

I thought that the new Grand Master of the Knights Templar who was sent to turn the tide at this moment would be either a rare hero or a smooth diplomat.

Apart from these two, other types are not suitable.

But no matter what, even if he is inappropriate, he should be a hero among thousands and worth meeting.

"His aura is alright, but his strength and ability are somewhat inferior to the others," the captain of the guards replied. "I don't see any special heroism in him. He certainly can't compare to you."

Indeed, the prince is extremely talented and powerful, and is considered a promising talent by the Byzantine royal family. Now, at the age of just over 30, he is already half a step away from becoming a protector of the country.

With such conditions, it can be said that she is one of the most dazzling pearls of the royal family today.

It is not impossible to be promoted to protector of the country in the future.

"Perhaps I'm hiding my abilities... I think there might be a few tests along the way," the prince said lazily. "But why should I hide my abilities? Even a deaf person knows that there are no divine revelation ceremonies in Rome. This is the time to demonstrate my abilities."

"Well, if that doesn't work, then let's find a way to reclaim Rhodes Island. It was originally Imperial territory."

He didn't care about Rhodes Island, but the Emperor did. He had mentioned this several times without noticing.

The Byzantine Empire was no longer just a city, but also had large territories in Greece and the Balkans, and could barely maintain the dignity of an empire.

Although Rhodes was important, it was not really that important and was not worth paying special attention to. After all, the threats faced by Byzantium were mainly land-based.

"Come to think of it, the current Pope is no fool," the captain of the guards said. "But to suddenly send someone of average ability... I'm afraid this person must have some extraordinary qualities. Perhaps you should take a closer look."

"That's true." The prince nodded.

As you move forward, you will find that the speed of the ox cart is actually not slow.

No wonder many business travelers choose ox carts... Oxen are stronger, and although they run slowly, they have long endurance and are steady.

Starting in the afternoon, by nightfall, the team had completely left the control of the church and entered the unfamiliar territory under the control of Byzantium.

Thomas took out the prepared map and looked at it carefully.

According to the route, we will pass through mountainous areas tomorrow.

It is said that there are often wild beasts and robbers in this mountainous area, so you need to be careful.

If the Star-Moon Cultists wanted to cause trouble, this area would be the best choice.

Killing Thomas or any of the princes would be a great victory for them.

However, seeing the fighting ability of the prince and his entourage, Thomas knew that the Byzantines were no fools. They had obviously anticipated this situation.

Chapter 58 Meeting 2

On one side of the road, in a dense forest on a hillside.

Several people climbed on tall trees and looked at the moving convoy from afar.

A car decorated with gold and silver is very conspicuous, and the flashy reflection can be seen from a long distance.

These people were wearing very simple civilian clothes, and from their attire and appearance, it was impossible to tell which camp they belonged to.

"Here we are. When exactly do we start?" the man at the highest point asked.

"No rush, let's wait a little longer. The environment here isn't good enough, and it'll be easy for them to detect our actions," someone replied from below. "We have to wait until they enter the mountains... things will be much easier there. Our companions have already chosen a spot... it's easier to take action there."

"Everyone, pay attention! If we can't find prey, then don't linger in the fight... If things get bad, run away. All we have to do is attract their attention. We have spies within the team, and they'll take action."

"Captain, will they be fooled? I heard that the prince is very powerful."

"Ha, he's very powerful. But as long as we don't fight him, what good is his power? We need to split into multiple waves. One wave will lure away the guards, another wave will lure away the prince... In short, the main purpose is to create opportunities for the traitor."

"If the Grand Commander dies, we will succeed."

"But even if the Grand Commander survived and killed the traitor, we would have succeeded to a certain extent!"

"The Grand Master will certainly be suspicious of the Byzantines, and the conflict between the Knights and the Byzantines will be ignited."

"I understand." The others immediately understood.

This time, they dispatched enough people and set up ambushes along multiple routes.

And they won the jackpot along the way.

Unfortunately, the Byzantines were too powerful and they were not strong enough. Fortunately, they still had an ace up their sleeve - a precious insider who had been lurking for many years.

"That's all for today. Let's go back and pass on the information. Tell the people in other routes to gather here," said the captain.

"Captain, why?"

"Just in case. After all, killing the Grand Commander or the Prince is a complete victory; the others are only minor victories."

"Let's go, go to the front and wait." The leader ordered in a deep voice.

The others responded one after another.

After a while, the wind blew past and the previous figure disappeared.

……

The road is like a gray-yellow python, winding among the dark green trees.

It's called a main road, but it's far inferior to the road Thomas took in his previous life.

And this mountainous area...

It's obvious that the area is vast and the population is sparse.

However, it is not known whether it is a nationwide depression in Byzantium or a problem in this specific region.

In fact, it was fine in the early morning, but as the sky brightened, a thin mist actually floated in the mountains.