A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Six thousand florins was a large sum of money, and it would cost a lot to raise it in one day. Of course, she couldn't care less now.

"Okay!" Jeffrey nodded slightly.

"Then tonight, let him be happy for the last time and have a peaceful night." A strange and cruel smile appeared on the woman's pale face.

The next morning, Giuliano left the church.

As a legitimate monk (knight), it was perfectly normal for him to stay in a church or a monastery. No one would say "no." Nothing worth mentioning happened last night.

After saying goodbye to Thomas and Yang, he set out on his way out of the city.

He had actually noticed that someone was watching him from behind, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

In this day and age, it's common for people to pay attention to unfamiliar faces.

Giuliano is absolutely confident in his own abilities and believes that he will not encounter any danger.

There were actually two people following behind him.

After determining the direction Giuliano was walking, one of them continued to follow while the other hurried away along the street.

A few minutes later, the three people in the south of the city had received the news.

"Why did they suddenly change the route? Didn't they want to catch her mistress first?" The guard looked at Juan in front of him in confusion.

"Juliano went north of the city," Juan explained.

"We originally thought he would return to the monastery via the south of the city, which is the normal route. So his mistress would definitely be waiting for him there. But we didn't expect him to go to the north of the city."

At this moment, the three of them, Juan, the guard and Jeffrey, had hurriedly jumped onto a carriage.

There is a huge difference in speed between having a car and not having a car.

Even if he chased, it would be easy to catch up with Giuliano.

"Is there anything in the north of the city? Why would Giuliano go there?"

"There are a lot of mercenaries gathered over there," Juan said. "Some mercenary teams waiting for work are temporarily stationed here, so it's a bit chaotic. Juliano must be trying to take advantage of the chaos to leave."

"We must catch up with him on the outskirts of the city. If we go too far, we may not be able to find him," said Jeffrey.

"This guy is really a veteran! He probably smelled some danger."

But it doesn't matter, he is already at the top of the middle class.

This is the evaluation of an elite warrior and is absolutely credible.

So no matter how strong Giuliano is, a one-on-one fight with him is at most a 50-50 chance.

But he has three people on his side.

The other two may be slightly weaker in combat power, but they are also mid-level masters.

With the three of them working together, unless there are any major accidents, Giuliano will have no choice but to die in regret.

What's more, he has other people to help him. His fighting ability may not be good enough, but he has no problem tracking and monitoring.

As soon as the carriage arrived at the northern outskirts of the city, further news was immediately learned.

Giuliano went into a tavern.

It's called a tavern, but it's actually a cheap brothel - the kind that specifically serves mercenaries.

"Interesting!" The three laughed.

As for the church people, I can understand...after all, they are too thirsty. Uh, they are afraid of the bad influence in the city, but in the suburbs, they leave after having fun, which is understandable.

However, indoor combat requires additional preparation.

"What if there are outsiders?" asked Juan next to him.

"Kill them all!" Jeffrey waved his hand. They were just prostitutes; he didn't care at all.

"Are there other strong people here?" If a core-level warrior is present and is involved in the battle, the situation will be difficult to predict.

"No, this is a low-class brothel." Juan was quite confident about this. "The quality is just so-so. Mercenaries with a little status and money wouldn't choose this place."

"I see." Jeffrey understood.

The carriage soon stopped at its destination.

Before the three men got out of the car, they checked their weapons one last time.

This is a rather large "small building," three stories high. Despite its size, it's definitely not an aristocratic residence. It lacks any aesthetic appeal, built straight and without any external decoration, resembling a giant box.

Juan's two men were already waiting outside.

The brothel was not defenseless either. Two ruffian-looking young men stood at the door of the brothel, looking at the people who suddenly appeared.

This place is rarely visited by carriages.

"How about you..." A young man came up and wanted to say hello.

At a glance, Geoffrey recognized the man as a novice. He also had no weapons of note, only a long dagger—of a poor quality—stuck at his waist.

"Get lost!" he yelled, grabbing the man's shoulders and throwing him out with all his strength. He landed in the dirt.

The other person was immediately frightened and didn't dare to come forward to stop these uninvited guests.

"Where is it?" he asked those in charge of surveillance.

"First floor, the innermost room."

"Are there any windows? The kind that someone could escape through."

"No, that room is the most private room, and the windows are all open to the inner corridor."

"You've chosen a good spot," Jeffrey smiled, striding forward. The other two followed closely behind.

They were so aggressive that the women waiting for customers in the hall were frightened and ran away screaming.

It was all just mediocre food with no nutritional value at all. This place was definitely not suitable for distinguished guests. Only mercenaries who were completely unpicky about food and had no money would choose this place.

I'm not worried that any strong person will be involved.

Speaking of which, the guy named Giuliano is really not picky about food.

The three of them quickly found the room where their prey lived. The lights inside were flickering, and they could faintly hear the sound of people packing up.

After exchanging glances, Jeffrey drew his sword and then gathered his strength to kick the door.

With a bang, the door was kicked open, and he rushed in without hesitation.

The other two also rushed into the room without hesitation.

"Block the window!" Jeffrey growled, looking toward the center of the room.

Chapter 79 Accident

Although it was the best room (soundproof) in this rural brothel, there were no women in it.

There was only a group of burly men.

Not only were they burly and strong men, but each of them carried various weapons on their bodies and in their hands.

These include but are not limited to weapons such as muskets and crossbows.

Not to mention armor and such.

These weapons were not allowed into the city, but outside the city, it didn't matter. After all, it was normal for mercenary teams to have such equipment.

At this moment, more than ten eyes in the room were all staring at the three uninvited guests.

Along with the sight came a strong sense of threat, like a needle prick.

Jeffrey's scalp was numb, but his body was completely stiff and unable to move.

The person in the middle is Giuliano.

Although it was the first time he saw him, he already knew what this person looked like from other people's descriptions.

At this moment, Giuliano stood in front of a small blackboard, holding a pointer in his hand, like a primary school teacher teaching children.

On the blackboard was a rough map of Litoměřice County, with the city of Kadan clearly visible on it.

There are also red and white arrows indicating the army's attack routes.

Maybe the peasants in the countryside can’t quite understand it, but anyone who has received an aristocratic education can understand what it is.

Is this... a military operation?

Giuliano was also stunned. He came here to explain the future action plan to the officers gathered here.

Count Svitopelk had long wanted to take action against Litoměřice County, and now was a great opportunity.

This loophole was discovered by Giuliano - there are mercenaries gathered from all over the place in Cardan City, and because of lax management, most of them gather in a disorderly manner in the north of the city.

The original existence of the Mercenary Guild was to serve as a backup force for Count Jaromil.

If a war really breaks out, he can use this union to assemble an army of thousands in a short period of time.

However, under such circumstances, the Mercenary Guild has become a weakness and a soft spot.

If we can divide the army into small groups, disguise them as mercenaries, and lurk here... then it will become an unexpected surprise attack.

This is a surprise force that suddenly appeared in the enemy's hinterland.

Even a fool can see the strategic value of this.

Therefore, Count Svetopelk arranged sufficient forces for this operation, including two elite officers and nine core officers.

Count Svetopelk put almost all of his best fighting power into this team.

Giuliano came here to coordinate and explain the future action plan to everyone.

This is his main purpose for coming here. The others... are actually incidental, or even just for deception.

It turned out like this.

Looking at the three strangers rushing in.

The looks of the officers gradually changed from astonishment to danger...

Their gathering must never be known to outsiders.

The complexion of Juan and the other three gradually turned from rosy to pale.

I don't know when big beads of sweat appeared on my face.

It seems they have made a big mistake.

……

The next day, Thomas received a new task and accompanied a priest to hold a ceremony in the suburbs.

This time it was a funeral. The funeral of an elderly villager.

The whole village came, hundreds of people attended the funeral.

The priest took the opportunity to preach, and the deceased was buried in the ground under the grieving eyes of his relatives.

Thomas stood idly by, watching the funeral.

Speaking of which, Thomas's original body was actually from a village on the outskirts of Cardan City - it was called the suburbs, but it was quite far away from the city.

Thomas had no desire to return to his hometown. After all, his original self was still his original self. He was still himself. He had no feelings for his hometown at all.

Being a church knight was actually quite relaxing, as the church was quite influential these days. There were some who would have ulterior motives for the church (and monasteries), God's abode on earth, but they were definitely not many.

In fact, Thomas secretly inquired why the two of them were borrowed, but after asking again and again, he found nothing.

No one knows why two knights were transferred from the monastery to this place.

However, Thomas was really grateful for this, because the speed at which the damaged godhead accumulated divine power was obviously much faster.

After all, it was a church in a medium-sized city, so there were a plethora of religious ceremonies. Much more than at a monastery. A major sacrament every five days, a minor sacrament every three days. And every other day, there were baptisms, funerals, and so on.

Take this funeral, for example.

Thomas discovered that there was another ball of divine power on the side of the damaged godhead.

Not before the funeral, but near the end of it.

Thomas began to feel a little confused. Where did the divine power come from?

Could it be that divine power comes from prayer? Is it possible that if we just chant "Hallelujah" we get it?