A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"Aren't you afraid that I will regret it?"

"Of course I'm afraid. So you must swear an oath to the River Styx." said the voice.

"Well, but you have to guarantee that this information is valuable," Thomas said. "You should first tell me what the information is about, right? We can discuss the details later. But asking for my promise or even my oath with empty promises like this is too much of a business deal."

"Haha, that's true," the voice laughed. "According to some information I received in Rome... there's an ancient treasure that may be opened soon."

"Ancient treasure?" Thomas wondered.

"The Red Girls' Treasure," the voice said. "I believe you've heard of it."

What? The Red Girls' treasure?

Thomas instantly remembered this incident.

Back then, when Thomas was still in the monastery, he was involved in the treasure matter.

It was simply an unexpected disaster that caused me to face life-and-death crises several times.

It's been a few years now? About seven or eight years, right?

The treasure hasn't been unearthed yet?

But thinking back, first there was a war, then the information was leaked, the church, the Pseudoephita family (the family was divided into at least two factions), and even the emperor were involved in the matter and coveted the wealth.

The Emperor holds the greatest power, the Pseudoephis family claims the wealth, but the Church controls the entrance to the treasure...

It's really hard to say which is better, as each has its own strengths. Seven or eight years isn't a lot of time to reach a conclusion!

In addition, seventh-level magic is required to open the treasure entrance.

The cost of a seventh-level magic cannot be taken lightly.

Even the church had to pay the price of an archbishop's position in exchange for a seventh-level magic. If the prediction failed, then all the money would be wasted!

Thomas suddenly thought that he would be able to access the seventh layer of the magic network soon.

Then, maybe I can sneak over there by myself?

He turned and walked out.

"Wait, you're not interested?" the voice asked.

"I'm not short of money."

"That wealth cannot be measured in money!" the voice tempted. "It may contain the remaining power of an ancient god."

But Thomas didn't stop at all.

Damn, I was an eyewitness at that time. What other information do I need from you?

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Chapter 240 Intercept 1

The sea was calm, with only the slightest breeze stirring. The wooden hull cut through the waves, leaving a white trail on the sea.

This was a typical medium-sized galley, with the flag of St. Mark of the Republic of Venice hoisted high atop it. On either side of the ship, rows of sturdy oars moved in unison, providing ample power for the ship to sail across the sea.

Herzl Reiss stood on the deck, leaning against the side of the ship, looking ahead.

As an experienced navigator and captain, he already knew that he had entered the control of Christians.

Here, we are close to the Italian peninsula.

Around him were five or six bored people wandering around on the deck.

These are not sailors, but elite warriors sent by the Star-Moon Sword.

Elite warriors were not cabbages, but in the upcoming battle, they were all insignificant pawns.

The real main force here is Herzl and his two companions.

One protector of the country, plus two half-step protectors of the country.

This kind of strength is extraordinary.

The last time, the Star-Moon Sword surrounded and killed Fernando, the former Grand Master of the Knights of Rhodes Island, the lineup they dispatched was similar to this time.

Strictly speaking, this time the lineup is stronger than the last time.

After all, last time, there weren't so many elite soldiers. Most of our side were just middle-class or even ordinary soldiers.

The Captain Fernando we are facing is a patriot!

But the Thomas we are going to deal with this time is just an elite soldier.

"...I hope everything goes well." Hazel said quietly.

The last time they dealt with Fernando, the Crescent Moon Cult had the advantage of time, place, and people. Especially with the insider tipping off, the entire situation was reduced to a single battle.

But this time is different.

The risks are huge, and besides the risks of combat, there are other dangers, such as the allies involved in this operation.

"Lord Herzl, what are you worried about?" a voice called from behind. It was a tall man over 1.9 meters tall. "No matter how powerful Thomas is, he can't be stronger than Fernando!"

"Don't underestimate Thomas. The Grand Master has long made it clear that Grand Commander Thomas shouldn't be treated as just another elite warrior. Thomas possesses a large number of magical items, which means that in actual combat, Thomas's combat power will be no less than that of the Protector of the Nation."

Herzl said.

That being said, everyone actually knows that there is a difference between protecting the country and being an elite.

The ones who really need to worry are the Venetians.

The Venetians, after all, were a Christian nation. Their cooperation with the Crescent Sword Order was ostensibly for revenge, but everyone knew that pagans were ultimately untrustworthy and could turn against them at any moment.

In fact, if you say that the whole thing is a scam from beginning to end, and that the grand master was deceived, it is possible.

So along the way, Herzl carefully checked his ship to make sure there was nothing wrong with it.

Even if it takes a little extra time and makes the journey a bit rushed, it's worth it.

Seeing that Hazel was a little uneasy, the tall man next to him smiled.

"We're completely unfamiliar with this place, lacking any informants, and are completely passive. So no matter what we do, it's going to be difficult to escape the Venetians' surveillance."

"Even if they had to guess, they could probably guess our approximate location."

"And now, since they haven't attacked... then I'm afraid this isn't a complete trap."

"They are most likely using us as a knife to kill people, and then wait until we kill Thomas, and then kill us in return."

"In that case, Master Herzl, we must be aware of this."

"What do you mean?" Herzl asked.

"We'll do the opposite!" the tall man replied decisively. "After completing our mission, we won't turn back as the Venetians planned. Instead, we'll move forward and head straight for Rome!"

"Ah..." Herzl suddenly realized.

Whether it is a Crescent Moon country or a Christian country, in most cases they do not prevent pagan merchants from doing business.

After all, taxes can only be collected if merchants come.

Money has a greater influence than religion.

The same is true for Rome.

"We're pretending to be merchants? But... we're a warship!" Herzl asked. "You can tell at a glance!"

The Venetians must have done it on purpose!

"Ha, so the key thing is..." the subordinate said. "Change ships!"

"After killing Thomas, sink this ship and switch to Thomas's flagship!"

"Good idea!" Herzl finally understood what the other party meant.

Indeed, intelligence had already made it clear that Thomas was on a light galley.

The carrying capacity is small, but the speed is fast, so some people use this type of ship to do business (for example, trading luxury goods), and there is no big problem in pretending to be a merchant ship.

"Then do it!" Herzl's worries were reduced by seven points.

At sea, he was like a fish in water, and his strength was even greater than on land.

But it was still far from enough for a single ship to truly rival an entire fleet. After all, even if it was defending the country, it was only one horse against a thousand, not ten thousand.

A young man walked out from the cabin entrance behind him.

There was an eagle perched on his shoulder.

Hawkeye is blindfolded.

This was the liaison officer that the Venetians had prepared for Herzl.

Despite the initial talk of "magic communication," the liaison officer was ultimately appointed. After all, in this era, magic communication could only serve as a supplement, not a true reliance. Even the wealthy Venetians couldn't afford it!

On this ship, there is one national protector, two half-step national protectors, and more than twenty elite soldiers.

With this kind of combat power, if this is a trap, then the liaison officer will definitely not be able to escape. Even if he is a half-step protector of the country!

But, what I am afraid of is that he is a die-hard warrior who is prepared to die.

"Almost there. It should be in this sea area. I'll use my eagle to look for it."

"However, once I find it, I will leave in advance." The liaison officer said with a smile.

"How dare you desert the battlefield?!" On Hezil's side, an elite soldier's eyes flashed with anger, and he was about to step forward and attack.

"Wait." Hertzl raised his hand and looked at the liaison officer carefully.

Eyes facing each other.

The gentle sea breeze blew their robes, but their expressions seemed to be frozen, each remaining unchanged, motionless on their faces.

More than ten seconds passed.

He smiled again.

"Okay, once you find it, you can leave," Hazel said. "I'll get you a boat. It's just a small boat, but it's not too far from the land, so you should be able to row back yourself. Is that okay?"

The liaison officer smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Master Hazel."

Chapter 241 Intercept 2

"This pagan!" After the liaison officer walked away, someone next to him cursed.

As he was speaking, the liaison officer had already walked to the stern deck.

Suddenly there was a long cry of an eagle.

Everyone on the boat turned their eyes towards the source of the sound, only to see that the eagle had already flown into the sky.

The eagle's flight observation ability is unmatched by humans.

At least that's the case in this era.

Soon, the eagle circled back and forth above the mast, making loud cries.

Apparently something has been discovered.

"How is it?" Herzl hurried to the stern deck.

"Lord Herzl, we've made a discovery." The liaison officer smiled. "There are three ships ahead."

"One of them should be our target, and it's heading towards us."

"Of the other two, one is likely a merchant ship, likely just passing by by chance. They're heading in different directions. Regardless of whether or not it witnesses combat in the future, it probably won't stop... It can be ignored."

"The last one is also a sailboat... but I can't figure out where it's from. It should just be traveling the same way."

If ships traveling on the same route encounter a conflict at sea, they will just stay out of it.

The correct thing to do is to run away quickly.

Naval battles of this era generally involved huge casualties and unpredictable outcomes, so it was almost impossible for several unfamiliar merchant ships to unite against a single pirate ship.

When attacked by pirates, the normal choice is to flee.