A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"This person who cursed me," Thomas asked a second question. "Did he curse me at someone else's command?"

"No." Flames engulfed a knot.

Thomas frowned. This was a little unexpected.

"Do I know this man's name?"

"Yes!" the spirit replied.

"Does he hold office in the Roman Church?"

"No!" The flames engulfed another knot.

Crescent Moon Cult? This was almost the only answer. But the problem was, Thomas didn't know many Crescent Moon Cult members!

Of course, monarchs or famous generals are exceptions.

The problem is, Thomas doesn't think that a king of a country, or a commander on the battlefield, can achieve such an achievement in magic practice!

Of course there is another possibility.

People in the Catholic Church do not necessarily hold positions in the Roman Catholic Church.

"Is he from the Knights of Rhodes Island?" Thomas asked again.

But this time, the spirit did not answer, and the flames still engulfed one of the knots.

"Grandmaster," Radagast pointed out from the side. "When this happens, it means there's ambiguity in your question. Exploiting this ambiguity to make judgments is a common tactic."

In other words, this person can be considered a member of the Knights Templar, but he can also not be considered a member of the Knights Templar.

Were you once a member of the Knights?

The answer was clear. Someone who had once been a member of the Knights... someone who had let Thomas know his name, and someone who had a motive to attack Thomas...

"The man who cursed me is named Ferdinand, right?" Thomas asked.

"Yes!" the spirit replied.

Thomas let out a long breath.

It’s true!

I don’t know about other things, but Ferdinand is definitely not a master of magic!

He couldn't cast a curse with magic, so... it was his extraordinary ability. He could use his ability to curse others.

The corner of Thomas' mouth twitched slightly!

Damn, that guy Ferdinand, wasn’t it enough to kill a former grand commander, he also wanted to kill him?

Damn!

Six questions have been consumed, and there are fourteen left!

"Is the treasure of the Red Girls' Army now in some secondary plane?" Thomas asked.

"Yes."

"Is it possible to enter that secondary plane tonight by using the 'Phase Gate' magic somewhere within the Fortress Mountain Monastery?"

"Yes."

"We can use normal detection magic to find that specific location, right?"

"Yes."

There are eleven more questions to ask.

"There's great danger in this secondary plane, isn't there?"

"Yes."

"Can that secondary plane isolate the curse on me?"

"Yes."

Thomas let out a long sigh. It was just as he expected.

There is a reason why the church, the duke, and the emperor have not been able to discover this treasure until now.

If the risk was low and the return was high, everyone would have divided the spoils long ago.

But when the costs are high and the risks are uncontrollable, negotiations become difficult.

If only one company were to dig for the treasure, that would be perfectly fine; they would bear the risk and keep the profits. But if three companies were to divide the treasure, they would definitely keep the profits while the risks would fall on others. This kind of negotiation would be incredibly difficult.

The inaction over the past decade is also justifiable.

It might be risky for others, but Thomas believes he can handle it.

After all, he has a damaged godhead!

Even if he had to withstand the trap with his physical body, he felt that he would be fine.

Not to mention that at this moment he has already reached the high level of national protection, and even has his own domain, and possesses power beyond the national protection.

However, there are a few more questions that can be used.

"Master Radagast," Thom asked. "Why does this thing answer all questions? Is it omniscient?"

"It's hard to describe what it is?" Radagast replied. "If you insist on an explanation, I'd say it's an echo of the world's original consciousness, perhaps a projection of humanity's collective consciousness. Of course, it could also be a remnant of a vanished deity with the power of prophecy. It's not omniscient, and in fact, I don't believe it possesses any wisdom. I rediscovered this magic from an ancient tome by chance. It has its limitations, capable of answering all that has happened. Furthermore, this magic isn't particularly difficult, but the materials it requires are extremely rare. Some of them... would take years of traveling across the land to gather."

"Can it know the future? Can it understand various languages?"

"Unless that future is irrefutable and destined to remain unchanged, it cannot be answered. As for language, it is not about understanding the language, but about sensing your meaning from your spirit. Therefore, any language is meaningless."

"Does Ferdinand want to go to Rhodes?" Thomas asked, and this time he suddenly switched to a different language.

Chinese, or Mandarin.

Even a great wizard like Radagast, even if he had been to China in this era, would not be able to understand Thomas's Mandarin, which came from his previous life in the 21st century.

"Yes."

"Does he want to see Thor?"

"Yes."

"Did Thor have evil intentions towards me from the beginning?"

"Yes."

"Does Thor want to... take over someone else's body?"

"Yes."

Thomas nodded. "That celestial god, Satra, who contacted me through dreams, does he harbor ill will toward me?"

"No."

Thomas asked these questions quickly, the flames blazing upwards, knot after knot. There should have been a few more knots, but the flames showed no sign of stopping, engulfing them all.

Even Radagast's eyes widened.

Chapter 331 Secret Ritual 3

"What's going on..." Radagast muttered to himself, looking at his creation in confusion.

Although he didn't understand the language Thomas was speaking, he could tell from the rhythm that these were questions one by one.

But the problem is, we haven’t even finished asking the twenty questions yet, and it’s just gone like that?

"Captain, I'm sorry, I'm afraid my work isn't detailed enough..."

"No, it's fine," Thomas replied. "It's not your fault."

It was I who asked questions about the spirits.

The effect of the magic had ended, and all that remained in front of Thomas was a pile of ashes left by the burning plant fibers.

In the grayscale vision, all magical auras had dimmed. The materials had clearly been consumed, and any remaining materials were worthless.

"Master, let's go and see the legendary treasure."

"The treasure of the Red Girls?" Radagast already knew.

He looked at Thomas's face, but Thomas's face was calm.

"Yes, Master, I'm not very good at detecting spells," Thomas said. "Please help me find it and locate it."

In the darkness of the night, the two men slowly approached the Fortress Mountain Monastery.

In recent years, the situation in Bohemia has improved. The previous wars have long been quelled and swords have been turned into plowshares.

In this kind of atmosphere, it was naturally impossible for the monastery to be on high alert.

After all, this was God's abode on earth, and the monastery also had professional church knights—even if they were few in number. Petty thieves wouldn't dare sneak into the monastery.

Even if it is a castle, it is not difficult to sneak into it if there is no one defending or standing guard.

This is especially true when under the protection of magic.

Half an hour later.

Thomas stood in a secluded spot in the monastery grounds, looking around.

This is a very dilapidated building, with only a few ruins left.

This might have been a building in the past, but now the ruins were no higher than his knees.

"Master, is this the place?" Thomas asked.

"Yes." Radagast breathed slightly.

Thomas once again injected a ball of divine power into his body, and the old magician's complexion improved almost visibly.

He just cast a spell again.

Thomas now understood the difference between a half-baked magician like himself and a true magic master.

The same spell used by others is much stronger than his.

For example, this detection spell, I think it would be difficult to confirm without trying it dozens of times.

But in Radagast's hands, he only needs to cast the spell twice to determine the target's location.

The difference between the two sides really fully illustrates the difference between amateur and professional.

"Grand Commander, is this the authority you hold?" Radagast asked in a low voice.

He clearly felt that not only had his consumed soul power been restored, but even his body...

Also received some kind of treatment.

Even if a magician had access to the seventh layer of the magic network or above, he would not be immortal. In fact, for Radagast, aging was something he could easily feel.

And now, he can even be sure that his life has been extended by at least two or three years!

Some of the decay caused by the passage of time and some of the hidden old wounds on the body were healed.

"Part of it." Thomas didn't say much.

He began to cast the seventh-level spell "Phase Gate".

This magic does not require any professional knowledge. If the magic is successful, it will form a magic door connecting to that secondary plane.

This was not a combat spell, and it took him more than ten minutes from the beginning of chanting to completion.

Radagast waited patiently and quietly.

Before Thomas, magic was woven into a door. This door was covered with magical energy like flowing water. Stepping through it would lead to the place where the legendary treasure was buried.

The door can remain in place for a period of time.

It's hard to say how long it will take, but that's not important. The main reason this secondary plane must be entered at a specific location and time is because it's difficult to locate.

On the contrary, if you are in the secondary plane, it is not difficult to use magic to return to the main plane.

Because it is so large, it can be positioned without much effort.

"Master, you can come in with me." Thomas finished the spell and let out a long sigh. "I think I'll need your expertise."

Then he took the lead and walked into the phase gate.

One step forward, and the world changes.