A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"So you want to kill her?" To be honest, although this decision was not unexpected, Thomas was still surprised.

Because it doesn't feel like Giuliano is that kind of person.

"She must pay for her deception and murder! Thomas. You are very talented. I have taught you almost everything I need to know about martial arts. The rest is up to you. This is the final lesson: never let your enemy go easily. The enemy will basically not give up just because you escape. Escaping and ignoring will only embolden them. Furthermore, if the enemy attacks but fails to kill you, it means God has given you an opportunity. God has given you the chance for revenge. If you do nothing, you are violating God's will and committing a sin! This is the most serious of the seven deadly sins: the sins of pride and sloth!"

This logic sounds familiar. Isn't it the European version of "Heaven has bestowed upon me, and I must not lose my trust. The enemy must not be let off. If the enemy is let off, trouble will arise. If I go against Heaven, it will bring misfortune!"?

Thomas muttered to himself.

"I need your help," Giuliano said. "Of course, I only have the power to request, not to order. This is my personal matter."

"I'll pay for this personal matter," Giuliano continued. "If this is accomplished, I can find you an elite warrior to train you. Of course, it's just guidance, so you understand the path to elite status. There's no guarantee you'll ever reach that level. Are you willing?"

"Of course!" Thomas replied immediately.

He had a vague feeling that Giuliano had concealed some things after all and had not told him everything.

The sky grew gloomy.

The female president stood at the window, looking at the sky which was becoming increasingly gloomy.

It may rain heavily tonight.

But her mood was even darker than the sky.

The room had been initially tidied by the servants; some damaged furniture had been moved away, but new furniture had not yet been put in. The room seemed unusually empty.

Someone moved a large vase that was originally placed on the side to the middle - perhaps because they felt that this space was too empty.

But this made the room look depressing.

The female president walked over and when she passed the vase, some emotion suddenly erupted and she pushed the vase over in anger.

The vase fell to the ground and shattered, and the delicate porcelain pieces flew everywhere.

"Cough! Cough..." She gasped and coughed violently, her face flushed unhealthily.

Jeffrey and three others have been missing for a whole day.

She couldn't contact anyone no matter what she did, neither in the city nor outside the city.

If Juan's men hadn't been able to find him, she would have almost suspected that the three men had run away with her money.

Jeffrey clearly didn't care much about his nephew's death, and it was even a good thing for him.

The blows from the city government and the city council were more damaging than anyone had imagined, and there were whispers in the unions.

They had long been dissatisfied with the union, and now they had seized a golden opportunity. Faced with such hard evidence, even her supporters in the House of Representatives were reluctant to speak out.

Looking at the gloomy sky outside, she felt that the whole world was against her.

Everyone is waiting for an opportunity to completely crush everything she has.

"There's still no news... that means something unexpected happened." She chuckled and muttered to herself. "Okay... you think you've got me?"

"Want to bring me down? I wonder how many people are hiding in the dark trying to bring me down... It's not that easy!"

Yes, for a moment, she couldn't find anyone to help.

But so what?

The Mercenary Guild has existed in this city for such a long time that it has naturally accumulated some unknown cards.

"Someone, prepare a car!"

Jeffrey is unreliable, but there are people who are reliable!

In fact, the vehicle had been prepared long ago - it was originally a carriage reserved for the murderer to evacuate after the operation was successful.

Take it now and use it directly.

She changed into a black mourning dress, put on a black veil, and got into the car.

"Go to the western suburbs of the city." She gave a location.

At once the carriage wheels began to roll.

She has one last trump card.

Seven or eight years ago, she rescued a wanted criminal.

This is not just any wanted criminal, but a powerful person on the wanted list of the Holy Roman Empire.

Those who can make it to this list are either leaders with a large number of subordinates, leaders of forces that are feared by all the empire's lords, big and small, or, as later generations called them, Lindenwan.

Or at least an elite-level warrior, a powerful warrior who cannot be defeated by numbers!

Chapter 82 Counterattack 2

Actually, saving that person was just a coincidence. The other party's willingness to repay the favor was an even greater coincidence.

She had originally thought that this was just a reserve force, the kind she would never need. Its only use was to serve as a coach for her younger brother.

This power is very strong, but she doesn't think she can use it because there is no need.

But one thing is very clear... those who are at the top of the wanted list and have not been captured are all strong men who have experienced the siege of nobles of all ranks in the empire and are still free.

Elite is the minimum level.

This type of wanted criminal is generally assumed to be much stronger than the average elite level.

Converted to level 15, they could be considered elite high-level. They might even be close to protecting the country.

People like this are terrifying killing machines.

"Wait, Giuliano... I will want you... No, I want you, the convent that took you in, your mistress, your illegitimate child... All the people related to you, no one will be spared!" She cursed in her heart. Her hands clenched into fists without her knowing when, and her nails dug deep into her flesh.

In peacetime, there is no restriction on closing the city gates at night in Cardan City.

The carriage easily drove out of the city gate and into the suburbs.

After leaving the city gate, the houses on both sides of the road became noticeably sparser.

A few years ago, floods severely damaged the houses here, and even today, more than half of them are uninhabited.

Crows circled over the deserted houses, cawing.

Suddenly the horse pulling the carriage neighed, and then the carriage lost balance.

In the violent impact, everything was spinning.

After a long time, she managed to climb out of the overturned car, but she saw the driver lying in the twisted and deformed car body, his life or death unknown.

what happened?

She was confused and wanted to understand the situation, but a dark dot was already flying from a distance.

She had no time to dodge, no, it should be said that she had no idea of ​​dodging at all.

Even though she was the president of the Mercenary Guild, she was still a woman without any martial arts skills.

By watching other people's martial arts performances and competitions, she can accurately judge their strength, but when it comes to facing danger herself, it is a completely different matter.

This is……

Flying arrow?

A light suddenly bloomed before her eyes.

The arrow came from the sky, hit her eyes and passed through her brain.

She felt an indescribable shock, and everything around her began to blur rapidly in this shock.

The world begins to collapse.

"Help..." She opened her mouth to say something, but the voice was stuck in her throat and she couldn't say it.

The body quickly lost the strength to move.

The last memory suddenly emerged in her mind... It was the farewell moment when her son left her and went out to serve his father.

The son who was once so familiar, so smart, and so outstanding...the face that turned back to say goodbye is so blurry.

Her final thoughts were fixed on that blurry face. Then everything fell into complete darkness.

A short while later, two figures appeared beside the accident carriage.

It was Giuliano and Thomas.

"Go and take all her jewelry and belongings," Giuliano said coldly. "Make it look like a robbery."

He looked at the dead woman, the dead horse and the coachman, with only calmness in his eyes, almost cold calmness.

A perfect ambush.

A heavy rain is about to fall, and the rain will wash away all traces.

There were no witnesses around.

Because they use bows and arrows, their bodies won't be stained with blood.

With the detective technology of that era, Thomas could almost be sure that even if someone tried their best to investigate afterwards, they would never be able to find out anything.

"I'm leaving now, I'll leave the rest to you." As Giuliano spoke, he took out a leather cloak to protect himself from the rain from his backpack.

"Hurry up. Remember one thing: don't sell valuable jewelry lightly. I suggest you return to the monastery... well, okay, don't sell it in Cardan City anyway."

He doesn't care about this little money.

On the contrary, Thomas's demand for potions was much greater. After all, Thomas was still an apprentice.

Giuliano's back quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

The female president didn't have any jewelry worth mentioning. Just a solid gold bracelet engraved with letters, and a decent, but unremarkable, jeweled necklace.

Thomas got into the wrecked carriage. When he came out, he had a big bag in his hand.

Even with his current physical strength, the bag still felt heavy.

Nothing other than precious metals can have this kind of weight.

Thomas tried to call out to Giuliano, but when he came out, Giuliano was no longer in sight.

He opened his pocket and took a quick look.

Full of golden light!

There was no other choice, so he put the bag on his back and set out on the road back to the city.

Heavy rain soon began to fall.

Raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, covering the world and seeming to drown all the darkness.

Late at night in the Cardan City Church, Thomas finished his shower and stood under the cross in the center of the church, looking at the suffering Christ.

This world...is really not a peaceful and kind place.

Even Giuliano was adept at murder and robbery, and Thomas would never believe him if he said it was his first time.

The church was empty except for him. The others were either asleep or out.

Thomas began to think about his future goals.

How can we stay safe in this dangerous world?

It's difficult to rely on yourself alone.

There are too many bad people in this world, and two fists can't fight four hands. Often, there are too many things to protect and care about.

The backbone...is still not enough!

I originally wanted to leave the church system after completing my studies, but now I have another idea.

It was the letter of introduction that gave him inspiration.

Maybe I can climb higher in the church system?!

How to climb higher? For someone like him, the best and easiest way is naturally to use the church system.

The church also has knightly orders.

Coming from a peasant family like his, he would have absolutely no advantages in becoming a priest or an ascetic.

After all, when it comes to competing with his father, he is completely at a disadvantage.

But the Knights Templar are another matter... because the Knights Templar are meant to fight against heretics and pagans.