A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

But when he was in the monastery, hundreds of monks prayed morning and evening, but the damaged godhead showed no reaction at all.

But I don't understand. At present, I can only confirm that participating in religious ceremonies can gain divine power.

If Thomas accumulates some more divine power, he estimates that after accumulating about ten or twenty groups, he can be promoted to the middle-level advanced level.

Unfortunately, after the upgrade, I don’t know what to do next.

The enhancement and transformation of divine power didn't come out of thin air. It only served as an auxiliary. In other words, it was an accelerator, not a modifier.

If you don't know how to advance to the elite level, then the divine power will not be effective.

It’s like if he hadn’t learned to read and write before, that divine power wouldn’t allow him to master various foreign languages ​​out of thin air.

"Brother Thomas, it's time to go!" The priest's voice rang out, and Thomas shuddered, realizing that he had been distracted.

Fortunately, the priest did not care and took the lead in turning back.

The deceased's family members continued to mourn at the deceased's grave. The other villagers had already begun to disperse.

When there is no other way out, try investing in magic.

Thomas remembered that he only used three or four balls of divine power to touch the first layer of the magic net and obtain the Qi-Boosting Slash.

But the river is also stratified.

He was only in contact with the first layer. The second layer was very far away.

The meditation method that Thomas learned was to imagine the magic net as a magic river. Entering the magic river was not the end, because the place where one entered was only the downstream of the river.

If you want more power, you must swim upstream.

The difficulty was much greater than the initial step of entering the river from the void, because there was a huge resistance.

It was already afternoon when we followed the priest back to the church.

At the church door, he bumped into Ion Borgia, Thomas's superior. He was wearing a robe, the kind only worn by nobles, which concealed his paunchy belly, and was clearly about to go out.

Anyway, this church knight often behaves like this, and Thomas is no longer surprised.

"Brother Thomas, someone came to see you today." Ion Borgia suddenly remembered something. "You weren't here when I came during the day, but he said he'd be back later."

“Who is it?” Thomas asked.

"He said it was a friend from the monastery," Yang replied.

Thomas was puzzled, but Yang was obviously just saying it casually and didn't want to explain it in detail, so he left.

Someone is looking for me?

Section 80 Guests

Thomas had no idea who this friend was—it was Otto.

They haven't seen each other since the last kidnapping.

Even though they were both in the monastery, the two sides had never met each other.

After all, the monastery is very large.

Although they had never met, Thomas had heard about Otto's situation. He knew that Otto had been staying at home to take care of the injured vice president.

This is normal. As a son, there is no one more suitable than him.

But Thomas also knew that Vice President Conrad's physical condition would never recover - after all, he had been stabbed in the back, which was no minor injury. And then there was the bumpy ride back home, which had aggravated his injuries.

It's the typical state of not being able to get better, but not dying either.

Considering the level of medical care in this world, I can only say that this is not bad.

Otto's dark brown, slightly curly hair has not changed, but the smile on his face is gone.

His expression revealed a haggardness that did not belong to his age.

Of course, this haggardness was just an inexplicable feeling. Otto had no dark circles under his eyes, nor any other signs of excessive fatigue.

To be honest, Thomas was a little surprised when he saw Otto, because he never thought that the person who came to see him was Otto.

The two sides have severed all ties... It is not appropriate to use the word "severed all ties" to describe their relationship, but Thomas is very sure that he no longer owes Otto and his son anything.

If Otto made any inappropriate request, Thomas would refuse it without hesitation.

"I didn't expect it to be you... Brother Otto." Thomas took the initiative to speak.

"It's a bit rude to disturb you." Otto said after a pause. "Are you okay here?"

"Not bad," Thomas replied. "Let's come in and sit down. I have tea in my room. Want some?"

"Ah good."

The two entered Thomas' room one after the other.

Small but tidy room with a pot of tea on the table.

By Thomas's standards, tea of ​​this era wasn't exactly good. Bohemia itself didn't produce tea, so it had to be shipped all the way from the East. While it was valuable, it wasn't great either.

But anyway, it’s better to have something than nothing.

Thomas quickly poured each of them a glass.

"Ah, that's the question... Brother Thomas, you didn't add sugar?"

"That's how I'm used to drinking it," Thomas replied.

Otto was silent for several seconds. "Thank you for saving me several times before."

"Nothing, just my duty." Thomas replied casually.

"I've been thinking a lot lately," Otto said. "It turns out this was all a trap from the beginning. And I was the fool who walked into it without even realizing it."

Thomas remained silent. At Otto's age, falling for such a trap wasn't shameful. It was more about the other party being vicious and despicable, not about Otto himself.

Few men can see through this kind of trap, except for people like Tang Sanzang.

"When did you see through it?" Otto asked suddenly.

"I didn't see through it," Thomas replied. "I just... well, guessed."

"How do you guess?"

"Because I think... I've seen other women like that woman." Thomas slowly gathered the right words. "She's a liar, a complete liar."

There is also a special term that does not exist in this era: "green tea bitch".

"Really... I thought... I naively thought she was a good girl."

He picked up the tea, took a sip, and turned to look at the cross hanging on the wall.

There is a cross in almost every room of the church.

"Ever since my father was seriously injured," Otto said, "there was suddenly no more trouble. No one indulged me like before, nor did anyone give me any trouble or punish me. My father lay on his deathbed, and suddenly no one paid any attention to me."

He smiled softly. "When I took the initiative, everyone still greeted me and talked to me. Everything seemed the same as before. But I knew things were different. Everyone was different... except you."

He said with a sigh.

Poor kid, he suddenly experienced the fickleness of human nature. Thomas sighed inwardly.

"We'll be leaving in a while," Otto said suddenly.

"Leave? Why?"

"Brother Conrad's condition hasn't recovered yet, so we can only take one last gamble... heading to Rome. There might still be a chance of recovery there," Otto sighed. "Besides, in this state... even staying in the monastery is useless."

"Ah...um...God bless you, Brother Otto." This was the only answer Thomas could give.

"I have a gift for you," Otto said, and pulled a letter from his pocket.

Thomas took the letter with some curiosity, looked at it carefully, and found that it was a letter of introduction.

A formal document signed by the Chomutov Monastery.

The letter of introduction was well written. The bearer of the letter was a monk who had been educated in the Chomutov monastery system, was very pious and had a full understanding of God's grace.

There is an official stamp on the back of the letter, as well as the signature of Vice President Conrad.

The only problem is - there are many empty spots on it.

Or rather, Thomas could fill in any information he wanted in the blanks above. Based on what Thomas knew, this document would allow him to get a position in any church.

To put it bluntly, this was a job introduction letter Conrad gave him.

"This... was given to me by the Vice Dean?"

"Well, yes, it's for you," Otto said. "You'll probably need it."

"Thank you very much." Thomas knew that although the letter was simple and didn't even cost Conrad a penny, it was of great significance to a low-level monk.

Most importantly... in this letter of introduction, Thomas's identity is that he received theological education, not chivalry education.

In other words, as long as Thomas felt that being a church knight had no future, he could use this letter of introduction to make a brilliant turn and become a priest.

Of course, Thomas's own efforts were also a key factor in his receiving the letter. After all, he had completed all the cultural courses in the monastery with much difficulty.

So even if he encounters tests in the future, he will not be exposed.

Thomas was still wondering what request the other party would make after taking out the letter, but Otto said goodbye.

As Thomas looked on in surprise, he said goodbye and left, his figure disappearing into the empty streets at dusk.

The figure under the setting sun is extremely lonely and desolate.

In life, either you control your destiny or you are controlled by destiny.

Thomas shook his head slightly and sighed.

Just as he was about to leave, a call suddenly came from the side.

Thomas turned around and saw someone he didn't expect.

Chapter 81 Counterattack 1

"Teacher Giuliano?" Thomas was surprised. "Did you forget something here?"

Giuliano should have gone back long ago; in fact, he had said goodbye and left in the morning.

Giuliano's face was slightly embarrassed. "Um, well... I came to borrow something."

"What to borrow?"

"You told me before...you practiced archery here?"

“You need a bow and arrow? Here?” Thomas asked.

The embarrassment on Giuliano's face deepened. "Well, I'm afraid I'm in a bit of trouble."

Only then did Thomas realize that Giuliano had a bandaged wound on his arm.

"Teacher, what are you..."

"It was a group fight," Giuliano said lightly. "I still got hit in the chaos."

Judging from the wound, the enemy's weapon had grazed Giuliano's chest, cutting his arm in the process. However, his chest was protected by armor, which could not be penetrated without a heavy blow, so his chest was unharmed, and his arm was slightly injured instead.

"I have something to do, Thomas," Giuliano finally said, letting go of his pretense. "I want to kill someone."

He might as well lay the matter out in the open, since Thomas wasn't an outsider anyway.

"Who?"

"The one you know, the Marquis Angels."

"Marquis?" Thomas thought. Although he had spent two years in this world, he still hadn't figured out the complex and bizarre system of titles in this era.

In particular, during this era, there were different types of nobility, not strictly categorized by duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron. There were hereditary nobility and lifelong nobility. Some nobility were truly noble, possessing hereditary territories and privileges. But some nobility were simply titles.

Of course, the most important thing is that Thomas followed the church and was basically isolated from the secular title system. He had no connections and lacked the motivation to understand this complex system.

"She's the president of the Cardan City Guild," Giuliano explained. "She's a woman. Everyone calls her the Marquis Angels, but she's not actually a true noble. But in some ways, she possesses as much power as a noble."

"Ah, that's it..."

"I went to see Rostislav," Giuliano said. "He told me about this. Although the bishop has stepped in to resolve the matter, it seems the Marchioness hasn't really given up."

He pointed to the wound on his arm and his expression became very serious.