A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The two traitors are the biggest losses.

Those two were his veteran elite masters... They had been lurking for many years before they finally moved to the prince's side.

"But no matter what, we have suffered such huge losses, there must be a result!" The leader said in a grim tone.

I paid such a high price and got nothing in return.

Even the most basic goal of the original plan, which was to alienate the Knights Templar and the Byzantine Empire, was not achieved.

Of course it can't end here.

"What should we do?" The other two were also at a loss. After all, this was only one chance, and now that the enemy was well prepared, things would be difficult.

"We still have a chance!" a voice rang out. When they looked out, they saw another person coming over.

This person is also the leader of another faction, specifically, a member of a religious sect...

There are naturally differences in doctrines among different religious sects. This newcomer is the kind of warmongerer who clamors for "holy war" all day long.

Even among the pro-war faction, some are more extreme and almost crazy.

"What opportunity?" asked the leader.

"We have an insider in the convoy."

"I know there's an insider, but... this insider is extraordinary. Furthermore, this insider doesn't understand combat and assassination."

Such people are no longer ordinary pawns, but extremely valuable eyes and ears.

Otherwise, they would not have received accurate information from the convoy in the first place and knew that the assassination had failed.

Moreover, the only thing a person who doesn't know how to fight can do is poison.

But the probability of poisoning being successful is not high.

Everyone hesitated. Was this action worth it? The risk and reward seemed a bit disproportionate. Most importantly, he wasn't a professional assassin!

If you insist on doing it... you can't get away with it once you do it!

"Haha...it's true that they lack combat power. But what if there's magic to assist?" the visitor laughed. "If we can control the prince with magic, then that's another story."

Several other people looked at each other.

This is to use that traitor as a sacrificed assassin...

After the two assassins in the first wave succeeded, they had a high probability of escaping even if they were discovered.

But this insider was different. He was an ordinary person with no martial arts skills.

Whether they succeed or fail, there is no escape.

It's so cruel! These guys from the extreme faction not only don't treat others as human beings, but also don't care about their own lives. They are simply crazy!

Chapter 63 Magic Flag 1

The convoy moved on.

During this period, His Royal Highness the Prince no longer wasted time and traveled honestly, so his speed increased a lot.

After the previous attack, everyone became more vigilant and no longer randomly found a place to spend the night in the wild. Instead, they tried to calculate the speed and time of travel and stayed overnight in various towns and villages.

Even in the wild, certain defensive fortifications will be built.

This made the subsequent journey extremely smooth and peaceful.

The convoy has now crossed most of the Balkan Peninsula and is approaching Constantinople.

Tomorrow, or at the latest the day after tomorrow, we will reach the control area of ​​Constantinople.

Once in the city, Thomas could end his land journey and take a ship to Rhodes.

To be honest, if the Knights did not really need help, Thomas felt that it would be better for them to part ways halfway.

It would be best to meet in person, acknowledge the previous agreement and then leave.

It is not an easy job to accompany this prince who is somewhat powerful but overly spoiled.

In a few years, if Rhodes Island is managed well, Thomas will no longer have to endure this kind of trouble. Perhaps one day the situation will reverse and the prince will have to come to Thomas for help.

Thirty years have passed and things have changed.

During this period, the temperature has been warming up.

At noon, the sun is high in the sky, and the heat and humidity are growing, announcing the arrival of spring to the people of the world.

The sun was shining brightly, and flocks of birds kept flying over the convoy and circling around it.

The convoy was walking along the mountainside, with the sea below.

The sea surface is dark blue, and there is a thick fog on the surface, making it difficult to see the details.

Further away, the sea and the sky are connected into one, and the layers are difficult to distinguish. This is what is called the sea and sky are one color.

Taking a deep breath, I felt the clear air and warm breeze, which made me feel relaxed and happy.

Although it’s a long journey, the scenery is actually very beautiful, and it gives me a sense of openness and comfort.

However, having said that, Thomas's memories of his previous life told him that this kind of seaside place is actually very suitable for human survival.

Relying on sea transportation, a prosperous port city can be built.

Even if there are no port hydrological conditions, at least a fishing village relying on fisheries can be established. The gifts of the sea are always so generous.

However, even in such a fertile land, there is no trace of human habitation.

It's really unexpected.

"This place looks like a good place to build a village," said Thomas, pointing to the seaside land beneath his feet.

"Yes," Andrea admitted. "If there were no pirates."

"Pirates? Are pirates so rampant now?" Isn't it said that this place is not far from Constantinople?

"Byzantium couldn't protect all of its coastal areas," Andrea replied with a shrug. "So many areas had to be abandoned."

"Now, in most cases, coastal forces can only protect larger port cities. After all, the ocean is simply too vast. Pirate ships can appear at any time, burning, killing, and looting those undefended villages and towns."

"To perfectly protect one's coastline, the navy required would be massive beyond imagination."

"Can't we build a beacon system?"

"It's useless because the ships are traveling too fast. The purpose of the beacon fire is to summon reinforcements, but more often than not, the reinforcements don't arrive before the pirate ships have already sailed away after wreaking havoc."

"Isn't that terrible?" Thomas frowned.

"Fortunately, it's the same with the Star-Moon Cultists." Andrea smiled.

Although the Crescent Moon pirates burned, killed and looted in Christian areas, Christian warships could also retaliate.

Okay, forget this.

They were already on their way down the mountain.

Suddenly, there was some movement ahead. It turned out to be a group of people in ragged clothes, slowly walking along the road, in the opposite direction. There were more than a dozen people in the group, including women, children, and the elderly.

Judging from their appearance, they were probably not Greeks (the main ethnic group in Byzantium). However, Thomas was not familiar with the various ethnic groups here and could not tell who they were.

The clothes they were wearing seemed to be made of good material, but they were dirty and tattered, like rags.

"This is……"

"Sir, he must have been robbed by pirates or bandits," Andrea said. "It's the Bulgarians!"

There was a sobbing sound, the cry of a woman or a child.

Thomas also noticed that these people had more or less signs of injury on their bodies, some of which were even inflamed and festered, so it was very obvious.

These people obviously had not received medical treatment for some time.

"It looks like a merchant ship was robbed," Andrea concluded. "I just don't know if it was pirates or bandits."

"Pirates... can still escape?"

"Not all pirates kill without mercy. There are some good ones too," Andrea shrugged. "They steal everything, but it's also common to just abandon your victims somewhere on the beach."

"Let's not talk about the children and the elderly for now, but won't the women be taken as slaves?"

"Oh, there may not be enough space. The other party's ship may already be full of spoils." Andrea shrugged again.

As the two sides approached, Thomas saw a little girl of three or four years old with a terrible scar on her arm.

The skin and flesh have turned black. This is no longer inflammation, but gangrene!

I don’t know if it was muscle necrosis or what, but she didn’t seem to feel any pain. She looked confused and looked at the oncoming convoy with curiosity.

"It looks like the wound is festering," Andrea reminded.

Thomas just looked at them.

The rest of the convoy ignored the poor souls and took no action.

A pitiful woman came over and said something to the rest of the convoy in a language Thomas couldn't understand.

It should be some kind of dialect, with a crying tone in the voice.

Even if you don't understand what they are saying, you can understand that they are asking for help.

After all, one look at the convoy tells you that these are dignitaries, and they must have extra supplies.

In fact, Thomas was not the only one who was moved by this miserable situation. Two servants in the convoy wanted to leave, but were stopped by the people around them.

"What is this? It should just be some medicine and food, right?" Thomas asked again.

Influenced by his past life, Thomas's moral level is higher than that of people of this era - at least he thinks so.

Although Thomas killed countless people with his sword, it was still a battle in front of the enemy.

Thomas still had a little sympathy for this poor man who had no conflict of interest.

"I don't know... but I imagine the prince doesn't like these Bulgarians. The Bulgarians have always opposed the Empire's rule... and it took the Empire a lot of effort to defeat and annex Bulgaria."

The convoy's guards not only refused to help, but also threatened them with weapons, trying to drive them away.

The poor people had to retreat to the side of the road.

Thomas's eyes never left the girl. It really was... even the hardest-hearted would find it hard to bear watching this tragic scene.

"We should help," Thomas said.

"Your Excellency, Grand Commander, what do you want to do?" Andrea asked.

“I don’t think Christ will give up on them,” Thomas said, shaking out the magic flag from his bag.

Chapter 64 Magic Flag 2

The two knights looked at each other, not understanding what Thomas was trying to do.

This is... taking out the flag?

Moreover, they had never seen this flag before. It was not an official flag...well, it could only be considered a private flag.

"We should have extra food and medicine, right?"

Thomas and his three companions all had mounts, and besides their mounts, they also had pack horses, so they naturally had ample supplies.

According to the distance, they were not far from Constantinople. There was no need to keep too much.

There was indeed a surplus of food and medicine.

"Yes, quite a few."

"Give them some," Thomas ordered.

"Okay," Andrea replied.

However, there are only three people after all. The supplies that are sufficient for three people are not enough for more than a dozen people.

The food and medicines that the few people brought with them were soon used up.

The other people in the team ignored what Thomas' three men did and just kept moving forward. They had already walked some distance.

Those who have benefited are of course very grateful.

Thomas walked forward and looked at the little girl.