A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

First, he had the key figure, the injured and incapacitated Vice President Conrad, in his hands. This alone made him invincible.

Secondly, he still has an overwhelming advantage in numbers, now eight to three.

Finally, they still had reinforcements from Fouquet, while the enemy had none. The monastery could send reinforcements, but if they waited for them… sorry, the opportunity was lost. It had happened more than once.

So even though there was a turning point that he did not expect, it did not affect the overall situation.

His eyes turned to Thomas.

In this situation, Thomas still sensed danger and turned defeat into victory.

Although it was Visa's Qi-raising Slash that decided the outcome, a closer analysis showed that Thomas's keen sense of smell was the real key.

"Tsk tsk...quite perceptive." Knight Jaromil couldn't help but sigh, recalling his previous failure. "This Thomas is truly remarkable. Fortunately, Konrad was blind, otherwise I wouldn't have succeeded."

He was a talented person, it's a pity that he died, but... that's it.

As long as you have money and power, you can have as many talents as you want!

Knight Jaromil was about to order an attack when Sesli beside him suddenly gave him a look.

Knight Jaromil's attention immediately turned to Konrad, who was lying on the ground unable to move.

Otto hadn't known when he'd broken free and ran to his father's side. Conrad's gaze was fixed on the distance, and that expression... you could tell something was up.

Actually, there is no need to let Conrad despair completely. Perhaps that only glimmer of hope will be more effective.

He gave a secret signal, and his subordinates who were about to take action in the front heard the order, began to retreat, and slowly made way.

Giuliano and the others saw the situation and slowly moved closer to Conrad and his son.

It was impossible for them to take anyone away. Giuliano had a leg injury and Conrad was seriously injured. It was not easy to leave.

In reality, Conrad and his son were a liability. If the three of them had previously had a chance to evacuate—leaving one or two behind to cover the rear, allowing the remaining one to escape—this last hope was now gone.

"Brother Konrad," Jaromil finally spoke slowly. "What are you still holding on to?"

The vice president remained silent.

"You've been studying the Red Girl's treasure, and I know you've made fundamental progress. Under these circumstances, do you still expect to keep this secret?"

The vice-president's eyes were filled with resentment, but he remained silent.

"Your son, yourself, and your three loyal subordinates. Now, everyone's life is in your hands. I believe you can understand the consequences of my ordering an attack!"

"What do you want?" After a long time, Conrad finally spoke.

"The secret of the Red Maiden's treasure!" Jaromil replied. "We, the Psemeis family, are the legal owners of this treasure."

"That's ownerless."

"Oh, I'm sorry you think that," Jaromil shrugged. "You should know where that evil witch got all this treasure. She stole from the royal treasury, plundered the nobles, extorted merchants, and extorted taxes from the common people. Through these illegal and unjust means, she amassed this wealth. This wealth is pure stolen property. It belongs, and it belongs only to the Psemeis family. After all, they are the legitimate rulers of this country, aren't they?"

"You have to promise to let me go."

"Of course, I swear on the honor of the Psemex family. As long as you hand over the complete secret of the treasure, I will let you leave here safely!"

Conrad's eyes were full of resentment. He had spent a lot of energy and wealth to decipher the ancient mystery, but the other party wanted to pick peaches without paying anything, and picked them in such a robbery way.

Unfortunately, the situation is stronger than people.

Anyone could see that he had no bargaining power.

"I want to know one thing, how do you know this?" Conrad asked suddenly.

"Ah, this... can only be called God's will, or fate," Knight Jaromil said. "You were very careful, but you still missed a tiny mistake. Well, you should know that the ancestors of the Psemeis family also spent a lot of effort searching for this treasure. Although they didn't find it, they at least came to some conclusions. One of them was that the wealth was not hidden in our world, but in some secondary dimension."

"Your biggest mistake is... you didn't strictly maintain secrecy during your exploration. Honestly, I understand your thinking. After all, the legend of this treasure is known to all of Bohemia, and there's a constant stream of people eager to find it. No one cares about these treasure hunters—because everyone knows the treasure is unattainable. But you've overlooked one thing: the Psemeth family." He smiled, revealing his white teeth like a gorilla or tiger's laugh. "If someone claimed to have found clues to the treasure in such-and-such a mountain, river, or lake, the Psemeth family wouldn't waste a single second on this rumor. But if someone suggested the treasure wasn't in our world... then," his voice became playful. "The Psemeth family would be compelled to pay attention."

"So...that's it..." Conrad was filled with remorse.

After all, it was his own fault that he attracted the enemy's covetousness.

"If that's not enough, you've also cracked the puzzle and learned that the treasure can only be opened at a specific time, place, and method... This aligns with our ancestors' findings. In this case, you really should have been more cautious."

"I found a poem by the Red Girls in an old book," Conrad laughed bitterly. "I thought it was a revelation from God, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect..."

"Yes, it's that poem... that poem! My ancestors used prophecy to find it, but they couldn't decipher its secret. I never expected that you would be able to decipher it."

"It's not me... I found a sage..."

"Oh, I don't care how you solved the puzzle. I just want to know the result. Time... the poem mentioned the first time, the second time, the third time... the seventh time. What exactly do these refer to? Also, where is the location? And what is the special method to enter that sub-plane? Answer me, and you and yours will survive!"

Knight Jaromil's voice suddenly became cold and ruthless, leaving no room for doubt about his determination.

The next second after he said this, he suddenly raised his head because an uninvited guest had arrived.

Fouquet and his bandit army arrived at some point.

It looks like he searched all the way here.

Knight Jaromil frowned slightly. These latecomers really knew how to pick the right time.

Moreover, it seemed that Fouquet had heard the conversation between him and Conrad just now - if not all of it, at least part of it.

Knight Jaromil gestured for Fouquet to leave. He couldn't control these people, so he couldn't let them hear the crucial secret.

This secret cannot be leaked.

So in fact, not to mention Konrad and others, Knight Jaromil was even prepared to kill several of his own men as long as they were not so reliable.

But Fouquet just smiled and ignored Knight Jaromil's instructions.

He stood there and refused to move.

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Author's words: Thanks to book friends Gu De, Wudi Zhanlong, and jas for their rewards.

Chapter 57 Kidnapping 7

"Mr. Fouquet," Knight Jaromil said, suppressing his displeasure. After all, he had already accomplished his mission and didn't want to cause any more trouble. "The problem here has been solved. Please set up defenses outside to prevent any outsiders from coming."

"This is not the work content we agreed on." Fu Kai's attitude clearly showed that he didn't want to leave.

"No, your work has been completed successfully." Knight Jaromil was furious, but he tried to soothe them. "I'll give you your reward later."

"Oh, well... I think the situation has changed a bit. Knight Jaromil, do you think my reward is a bit low?" he said fearlessly.

Knight Jaromil's eyes suddenly turned ferocious, but only for a moment. Immediately, his expression returned to a harmless state.

"You're joking, Monsieur Fouquet. In business, credit is the most important thing."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! These words of yours do not sound at all like those of a knight or a nobleman. I could hardly believe you were a Jew!" Fouquet laughed. "Only a Jew would use such words to deceive others, thinking he could get the most out of them."

"Well, what do you want, Mr. Fouquet?"

"Can you please share the secret of the Red Girls' treasure?" Fu Kai chuckled. "To be honest, this treasure has been bothering me for years."

"You're joking." Knight Jaromil's tone became more and more impatient. Fouquet had more than a dozen men under his command, and even if some reinforcements had not appeared later, the number would not exceed thirty.

Although there are many of them, given the quality of these bandits, it is impossible for them to fight against his elite men.

"Oh, I don't think I'm joking," Fouquet said shamelessly.

"You're doing something completely pointless," Knight Jaromil said. "Even if you learn this secret by listening in, what's the value? Do you have the ability to uncover the treasure? So don't do this pointless thing. I'm willing to double your reward."

"Hehe...why can't I dig out the treasure?" Fu Kai asked with a smile.

"This country... is ruled by the Psemes family after all. If you can keep this secret to yourself, or you can try it secretly when a member of the Psemes family is not paying attention. But in this case, your persistence is meaningless. Unless you get permission, you have no chance." Although Knight Jaromil was very impatient, he was still making a final attempt to try to persuade the other party.

"Hahahaha... Chevalier Jaromil," Fouquet laughed again. "Then why can't I get permission?"

"Because..." Knight Jaromil started to speak, but suddenly realized something. "Prince Vladislav?"

"It seems your Excellency the Knight has thought of this," Fouquet laughed. "Just because your father sent you here doesn't mean your uncle won't care."

The next moment, Knight Jaromil's expression turned extremely ugly.

He looked Fouquet up and down. "So... no wonder you were able to easily defeat the Duke's army and obtain so much equipment. It turns out that it wasn't spoils of war, it was a gift!"

I originally thought it was because the Duke's troops were weak and Fouquet was a powerful figure. But now it seems that this was a trap from the beginning!

No wonder!

"Sir Knight," Fouquet said, "even if this wealth belongs to the Psemmes, it is not you who owns it. The Duke is the head of the Psemmes, and he represents the family. Is that not right?"

"Besides, Knight Jaromil, you are just a bastard after all!"

The word "illegitimate child" touched a sore spot for Knight Jaromil. His face twisted and he clenched his short bow.

Now, he is already weighing the strength of both sides.

The enemy currently only had about twenty of them. Although they had the advantage in numbers, their true combat power was no greater than their own. In fact, Knight Jaromil knew that his own strength was far superior to theirs.

While Fouquet might be the Duke's man, his men were by no means well-trained elite soldiers. If they hadn't deliberately concealed their strength, Jaromil could have wiped out the enemy with minimal casualties.

Now, Conrad and his people have inexplicably become important factors in determining strength.

If several of them join the other side, Knight Jaromil will no longer have an absolute advantage, but only a relative advantage.

Then what should be done?

On the other side, Thomas stared at the two parties who were still in confrontation, and then suddenly pulled Giuliano beside him.

"Teacher, this is your last chance."

"What?" Giuliano asked. The wound on his leg was more serious than he had expected.

"A chance to escape," Thomas said. "We can't stay here. We're going to die!"

“We can’t get out,” Visa added.

Fouquet's men blocked their way out, and Knight Jaromil would definitely not let them leave.

After defeating those mercenaries, he was still hesitant about whether to continue moving forward, but Thomas persuaded him. Now it seems that Thomas's judgment was very correct.

If he had abandoned the vice-president and Giuliano and chosen to escape the same way, he would have run into Fouquet's men head-on.

The outcome can be imagined.

There is neither honor nor any chance.

"Yes," Thomas agreed, "We can't leave here now. But we need to leave this position."

"Where?"

"Back off over there." Thomas pointed to a remote corner. "That way, if they start fighting, it won't affect us."

Both sides have not only swords in their hands, but also long-range attack weapons such as bows and arrows and muskets.

This request was unanimously agreed by everyone, and everyone began to move towards that direction.

Otto's ropes had been untied. He was responsible for supporting Conrad, while Visa and Thomas protected Giuliano and slowly moved to the corner.

Neither side of the confrontation cared about the actions of this small group of people - after all, there was only one way out, and they couldn't leave at all.

"Who are we going to help if they start fighting?" Giuliano asked.

"No one can help."

"If we don't help, that guy named Fouquet might not be our opponent." Giuliano had already seen clearly the strength of both sides.

Fu Kai's group may appear to be large, but in reality they lack high-end combat power. There are only one or two strong men who can be considered core members, no more.

As for Knight Jaromil, they can almost be regarded as the backbone.

Unless everyone on Fouquet's side is a master of disguise, deliberately pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

But at this point, the real dagger is revealed. What's the point of pretending? Is he trying to catch the other party off guard? There's no point!

Fouquet's side won if they didn't lose. All he had to do was return with the intelligence.

Count Jaromil and Duke Vladislav both got information about the Red Maidens' treasure at the same time. So which of the two brothers will get the treasure?

Anyway, Giuliano didn't think the Count had any chance.

The Duke is more legitimate and more powerful.

"Mr. Vice President," Thomas asked abruptly. "Do you keep the information about the treasure close to you?"

Conrad nodded painfully.

Thomas stepped forward and began to search Conrad's body.