A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The man in front of me had scars on his face, and his legs were thick and strong, visible even through his pants. He walked with a steady gait, yet with a hint of lightness.

This person must have some skills. At least he has practiced footwork, maybe even body movements.

It is speculated that some of them should have ordinary or even mid-level combat capabilities.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I happen to have something to do today. I will go another day." Thomas smiled coldly.

Chapter 68: Fresh Off the Boat 2

The group of people around immediately showed dissatisfaction on their faces and moved forward with murderous eyes.

The mercenary stared at Thomas for several seconds, the smile on his face gradually fading.

The air seemed to freeze, and a tense atmosphere grew thicker.

At the same time, a hint of danger gradually emanated from him.

This is an instinctive feeling, just like a person facing a tiger - even if it is the first time he has seen a tiger in his life, his instinct will warn him.

"Another day?" The mercenary suddenly grinned.

With this smile, the whole tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

"Okay, I wonder what this young monk's name is."

"My name is Thomas," Thomas replied.

Just as he expected, the other party was also wary.

Although this was an era when bandits and robbers emerged one after another, it was still taboo to fight in public on the streets of a city.

The people behind the scenes who were directing them were not strong enough to break this rule.

If it really comes to this, there will be no need to hire these thugs to do this kind of thing.

"Juan!" the mercenary pointed at himself and said.

Thomas nodded in thanks and walked towards the church door.

The group immediately parted ways to allow him to leave.

Soon, he entered the gate.

Watching him walk away, the mercenary who called himself Juan let out a long sigh.

"Boss, why did you let him go?" The previous leader didn't understand.

"It's not what I expected," Juan said.

Just when the atmosphere was tense and about to explode, he sensed danger.

It's a dangerous feeling that's hard to describe, the kind that gives goosebumps to the skin.

He is a veteran mercenary. Although he cannot be said to have experienced hundreds of battles, he has been to the battlefield many times.

The battlefield is a place where people are trained and eliminated.

Contrary to what many people imagine, the battlefield does not train a person's actual combat ability - perhaps some people have reached a bottleneck in their martial arts practice and finally need to break through through actual combat, but this situation is very rare - but it trains a person's eyesight and intuition.

After going to the battlefield, you will understand that a person's life is insignificant, and a person's fighting power is also insignificant. What keeps you alive is not the weapon in your hand, but your eyesight.

You have to know when to obey orders, when to risk your life, and when to run for your life.

On the battlefield, it is not the strong or the weak who die, but the foolish and blind people who die.

Just now, he sensed danger from Thomas's inner calmness.

The other person was carrying a sword and had that look on his face, which clearly showed that something was not normal.

Besides, he'd long known Thomas was a knight's apprentice... a true knight. Though his training hadn't been long, only a year or two, the feeling he'd had just now couldn't be deceiving. This Thomas must be very strong, or at least very confident.

If you continue to force them, they will definitely resort to violence, and once they do, the chances of you surviving are really slim.

After all, he was the only one on his side who was armed - the sticks of his men were no different from bare hands.

His purpose was to hold the other party hostage and threaten him, not to fight him to the death.

Mercenaries can fight to the death, but there is a price to pay!

If the other party doesn't buy it, he has to know how to stop the loss in time.

"This guy is too young and has practiced martial arts. I'm afraid he'll resort to violence if pushed to the limit. Did you notice any weapons hidden on him?"

Several men looked at each other and shook their heads.

They didn't see it.

That kind of ascetic monk's robe shouldn't be able to hide anything.

Juan sighed, but there was nothing he could do about it. Not everyone has good eyesight.

"No rush... there's still time to turn back. Our goal is just to bring him over!"

Everyone knows that the only way to make someone submit is through coercion or inducement. But in reality, when given a choice, most people choose coercion over inducement.

Because coercion is free, but bribery does cost money.

Thomas had a term in his previous life called "united front values", which actually means this.

Thomas returned to the cathedral just in time for dinner.

This wasn't a monastery where meals were always bland. In fact, dinner was quite rich, and Thomas enjoyed a capon and red wine to go with it.

After dinner, there wasn't even any evening classes. Aside from the two knights on duty, no one else was required to attend. Thomas saw more than one person quietly leave to play.

No wonder even though there were five knights, the equipment in the arena was covered in dust.

Thomas practiced a little alone in the training grounds to prevent his body's reflexes from deteriorating.

In the night, the church was empty.

As for the two knights on night duty... they were drinking and chatting over there, talking about nothing but rumors of love and romance.

Well, Thomas knew that he shouldn't speak ill of others behind their backs, but it felt like... these people were even less responsible than the security guards in those third-rate communities in his previous life.

Thomas began to understand why the church was said to be corrupt. Damn, the monasteries were actually pretty good!

At least in the monasteries, only the middle and upper classes were corrupt.

He walked around the church again and was convinced that discipline was very loose here, and the knights were no exception.

But since Jan Borgia didn't care, he didn't bother to talk nonsense.

Another bonus of the church was that it had a nice little bathroom.

I took a comfortable shower and then went back to my room.

There is one doubt, that is, I didn't see Rostislav.

The two were "borrowed" here together, but Thomas never saw Rostislav since they arrived. He didn't know what this Russian man was doing.

Logically speaking, Rostislav set out earlier than him, so he should have arrived.

Lying on the bed, feeling the unfamiliar environment, while thinking about what happened before.

What's up with that guy named Juan?

As for his intention, it was obvious that he wanted to take him somewhere. Moreover, this was not an indiscriminate arrest. Those men definitely didn't just happen to be passing by. They were probably waiting there for him on purpose.

I just arrived and am not familiar with the surrounding environment. It is impossible for me to offend anyone.

Why would someone plot against me?

Thinking back on this incident, Thomas became more and more confused.

I really didn't do anything! I lived completely in the monastery before and had almost no contact with the outside world.

etc! wrong!

He suddenly realized that he had done something when he came to Cardan City.

That is to help Giuliano deliver the letter!

Chapter 69: Investigation 1

Thinking about the timeline carefully, I went to the tavern first, and then it took quite a while to get to the monastery.

If I were to be spotted in the tavern...then they would have plenty of time to gather their forces and prepare to deal with me.

Could it be... Giuliano's enemy?

If they came for this matter, then Giuliano's mistress might be in trouble.

Thomas wasn't quite sure, but this matter really needed to be investigated further.

He could just ignore it, pretend he knew nothing, and try not to go out.

I guess those people wouldn't dare to go straight into the church.

But if he really did that, he would be leaving everything to fate. His future would be controlled by fate.

No, I have to try and see if it's because of Giuliano, or if there's some other reason.

He quickly made up his mind.

If it was because of Giuliano, he would have to write a letter to the monastery quickly, or even go back directly to inform Giuliano.

After all, looking at the situation in the Cardan City Church... Thomas felt that it would be no problem for him to take three to five days off.

However, it cannot be too direct, as it would provoke Giuliano's enemies.

It is better to conceal your identity.

But this brings up another problem: how to conceal your identity?

Wearing black clothes and a mask...it would be terrible if he ran into a patrol when he went out.

Cardan City has its own independent self-defense force or city defense force... Thomas saw them on duty when he entered the city.

Although it is called the "Self-Defense Forces", it is actually an army with complete equipment including bows, crossbows and muskets.

Thomas didn't think he could stand up to the crossbow bullets now.

If you can't wear a mask... then try another method.

Thomas thought about it and found a set of clothes from his luggage.

He had bought it in town in order to attack Brother Batista, from whom he had robbed a large sum of money, disguised as a masked bandit.

The only pity was that Brother Batista was too cowardly and was frightened to death, so he was unable to find out the contents of the letter.

From then on, Brother Batista stayed in the monastery, never leaving the main gate, and Thomas never had the same opportunity again. It was a pity.

The moonlight is bright at this time.

Thomas changed his clothes and quietly left the church.

He decided to go to the vicinity of the pub again in the evening to see what the situation was.

If someone is really monitoring us, then there is a high probability that they will find some clues.

The medieval cities at night were completely different from the metropolises of the past.

It was around seven or eight o'clock in the evening, and the streets were quiet, with only a few carriages passing by occasionally.

Only a few special places such as pubs and brothels still had lights on, while ordinary residents had turned off the lights long ago.

Patrols pass through the streets, but the intervals between patrols are long, leaving ample loopholes for people to exploit. This doesn't really deter criminals.

Thomas used a simple method - he painted his face with carbon ash.

The face was dark, and the features could not be seen clearly. Of course, this camouflage was only effective outdoors at night. In a well-lit indoor environment, it would be immediately noticed.

Following his memory of the day, he soon arrived at the tavern.

It looked like an ordinary, functioning pub. It looked like there were quite a few customers inside.

Thomas didn't go in, but searched the periphery.

If someone is monitoring this place, then there must be eyes inside and outside. Only in this way can we be absolutely sure.

He quickly noticed two or three men standing on the side of the tavern.

On this night, I stand here with nothing to do, feeling the cold wind, but I refuse to enter the warm tavern with good wine and delicious food.