A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Even a fool can understand that this is abnormal.

Thomas originally planned to stop and wait patiently to see whether these people were just passing by and stopping temporarily, or whether they were really waiting here to monitor.

But he immediately attracted the attention of these people.

Before Thomas could make any move, the men came over here.

"Who are you? Sneaking around here!" the leader shouted.

Thomas didn't answer, but slowly stepped back, observing the details of their movements.

Judging from his clothing, figure, movements... he should be an ordinary person who has never practiced.

It seems like there are only these three people?

Thomas thought, perhaps this is an opportunity? It's much easier to ask directly than to make an indirect judgment.

He slowly retreated in silence, and when the men approached with cursing, he suddenly rushed forward and punched the leader in the chest and abdomen.

He didn't know how much strength he had, but it was definitely much greater than that of an ordinary person. The man's back was bent like a shrimp after being hit.

Then he kicked the second one.

Giuliano also taught him some hand-to-hand combat techniques. After all, when facing an attack in actual combat, you may not have the opportunity to draw your sword.

The kick was blocked by the opponent, who roared and swung his fist, but Thomas easily avoided it.

There is a huge difference between having practiced and not having practiced.

Thomas stepped back, dodging the attack, then punched the second man in the chest, then turned around and elbowed the third man in the chin.

The winner was decided in just a dozen seconds.

The two guys who were hit in the chest and abdomen lay directly on the ground, struggling in pain and having difficulty breathing.

The one who was hit on the chin had his eyes rolled back and fainted.

Now, I can ask. Of course, I have to wait until the other person recovers a bit - he can't answer questions in his current state of pain and struggle.

While Thomas was still waiting for the other party to recover, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps.

Another person rushed out from the shadows a little further away.

That was a completely different aura from the three people just now, and that speed... was like a tiger out of a cage.

Thomas narrowed his eyes slightly. A little firelight came through the tavern window, illuminating the sharp blade in the other person's hand.

It was a standard sword.

There was no time to dodge, Thomas had already drawn his dagger.

After all, in order to move more flexibly, he did not carry a sword but a dagger. This made the situation not good.

After all, after experiencing several life-and-death battles, he found that he had become much calmer and was not at all flustered in this situation.

Although the opponent's speed is fast... it is completely incomparable to Giuliano's.

In that instant, the opponent extended his arm slightly and slashed down with great force. Thomas blocked it with his dagger.

There was a crisp metallic sound and sparks flew in the darkness.

The opponent's longsword was powerful, and although it was dislodged, Thomas felt a slight pain in his wrist. He had suffered a slight loss.

Damn, a dagger against a long sword...what a disadvantage!

The opponent's strength is not much greater than Thomas's, but the difference in equipment makes the difference very large.

No wonder Giuliano said that it only makes sense to discuss combat power when the equipment is the same.

A ray of light shone through the window, illuminating the face of the person in front of Thomas.

It's Juan!

Chapter 70: Investigation 2

On the street, the two of them were fighting back and forth, and in just four or five seconds, danger arose.

No one was wearing any armor, so even a brush would certainly injure them. In this situation, no one dared to get hurt easily.

In terms of speed and strength, Thomas believed he had a slight advantage, but the advantage in weapons was too great. He was the one at a disadvantage.

Moreover, at this point, my doubts have been partially answered.

Almost time to retreat.

"Watch this!" he suddenly shouted.

Juan retreated, taking a defensive stance, fearing Thomas might have some tricks up his sleeve.

But Thomas didn't hesitate for a second, he turned and ran.

The other party hesitated for a moment and immediately caught up.

But when it comes to running, Thomas is very confident.

He is very strong in both leg strength and cardiopulmonary function.

More importantly, when running, a long sword is much more troublesome than a dagger.

The distance between the two sides grew wider and wider. Juan had no choice but to give up and stood still, watching the other person's figure disappear into the distant darkness.

"Boss..." A man who had just been knocked down limped over.

"He ran away." Juan snorted coldly. "I just don't know what he did."

"Have we been discovered?" the man asked.

"What discovery? It's none of our business! We just do the job for the money! Nothing happened tonight!" Juan scolded.

Many people think that money can do everything, but in reality, money cannot buy everything.

On the other side, Thomas had already run back to the church.

He had a wet towel with him and had wiped the carbon dust off his face halfway - at least most of it.

If someone asked him, he would say that he accidentally fell.

But nothing happened, and he returned to the church safely.

The two knights asked without even glancing at Thomas.

Thomas returned to his room and slowly recalled the battle just now.

The fight with Juan just now was far more dangerous than he had expected.

From the very beginning of the fight, he was completely at a disadvantage. If it wasn't for the fact that it was too dark and the opponent was afraid, he probably wouldn't have had a chance to escape.

In ten more moves, he would be defeated. In twenty moves, he would be in danger of being defeated.

At this moment, his right palm was burning with pain. This was the aftereffect of holding the dagger tightly and applying too much force.

If Juan's arm strength was a little stronger, he could have knocked his dagger away.

In addition, there were countless gaps on the dagger - left by the collision of weapons.

This dagger is probably unusable and can only be sold to a blacksmith as scrap in the future.

Looking back now, I was a little too confident during the day.

If we were to face Juan with the same weapons, I would probably have a slight advantage, but Juan had more than a dozen people around him to help him.

In other words, if a fight really broke out, the odds would be 50-50. There was no guarantee of victory. It wasn't even a good chance of winning.

After all... there is still a gap between me and Giuliano.

If it was Giuliano, then he would have completely defeated Juan and his gang.

Thomas felt that his current level should be at the mid-level of the core, while Giuliano was already at the high-level of the core or even half a step to the elite.

Still not qualified!

Tonight's battle had made him realize that he was still too weak. Although, according to Giuliano, he was now "capable of traveling the world," it was still just a journey.

It's just a walk, not to become famous, nor to challenge a strong enemy.

Compared with those masters who have practiced martial arts for more than ten years, they have almost no advantages and may be in danger at any time.

However, one other thing is certain, that is, the source of the incident should be that tavern.

But I don’t know what’s going on.

Thomas also thought it through and decided to write a letter to Giuliano first.

The rest... well... it's just about improving your own strength.

He also understood that relying on practice was not enough for his own aptitude, and he still had to rely on his damaged divine nature.

And the conditions are now better than those in the monastery.

When he was in the monastery, he could only attend the sacraments once a week, and he had to run from the monastery to the church in the city to attend.

Now, he lives in the church!

The next day, Thomas handed a letter to the postman.

The postal system these days is not very reliable, but this is the only way for now.

If he did not receive a reply within ten days, Thomas would find a way to return to the monastery.

The postman collected the letter, turned around, and drove the mail truck directly to the Mercenary Guild.

A few minutes later, several high-ranking officials of the Mercenary Union saw the letter written by Thomas.

The letter was circulated among everyone.

"That's a good letter," a burly man laughed. "Looks like luck is on our side too."

Although they have prepared various plans, they have hardly started any of them.

"Not bad." A rare smile broke out on the female president's pale face. "Seal the envelope and have the postman deliver it safely."

"Will Giuliano come?" someone asked.

"It's just a possibility," said an older man.

“Do you want to add some content?”

"No, that would be superfluous. Besides continuing the surveillance, everything else should be put on hold," the female president said. "That would be great if Giuliano comes. If not, we can find another solution."

As long as he comes to Cardan City, it will be useless no matter how strong Giuliano is.

"Instead, we need to consider how to deal with Giuliano. After all, he's very strong. He's said to be a master swordsman, proficient in various sword techniques, and very difficult to deal with. Furthermore, we must consider the impact of the church."

"I'll handle the official side!" an old man volunteered. "I can use my connections, get a few council members involved, and of course, make things easy with the mayor. That should get the city government to turn a blind eye and stay out of everything. That way, even if the church wants to, they won't be able to help Giuliano."

The female president nodded slightly and looked at the others.

"We don't need to target the church," one person said. "If we can find out where he's going, we can just ambush him in the wild!"

"That's difficult. If Giuliano were to travel in disguise, it would be very difficult to identify him. Besides, Cardan City is so interconnected, how can we find him?" someone said. "Let's just stay in the city. Only here is it convenient for us to perform our operations. Giuliano can run and hide, but the church can't move."

"If it's in the church, poisoning might be a good idea. There's no defense there, and as long as we bribe the chef to poison him, no matter how strong his martial arts skills are, he will still be poisoned." A short and fat man suggested.

"Forget it! If we're discovered, all our plans will be wasted." The female president shook her head again. "After all, there's only one of us... I've already prepared five muskets! We'll make sure nothing goes wrong!"

Someone gasped. Firearms were contraband in Cardan City. Even a top-tier warrior would be killed by a musket fire at close range. But this thing was loud!

It's no problem to make the guards in the city pretend to be deaf and dumb, but pretending to be deaf and dumb to this extent... is still a bit difficult.

It's okay for others, but it's taboo for the mercenary union to do this, as it seems to be challenging the bottom line of the city government.

Section 71 Preparation

A few days flew by.

Thomas' life in the Cardan City Church was very peaceful.

Now he knew why the two men were here. Thomas was responsible for guarding the church, while Rostislav was responsible for guarding the manor outside the city. So the two of them didn't run into each other on a daily basis.

These days, the church is the landowner, with land and wealth to protect both inside and outside the city.

This was the most comfortable day Thomas had lived since he traveled through time.

Facts have proven that although the dietary standards in this society are not high, there is a fundamental difference between the poor and the rich.