A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Anyway, he has money now.

If he sent tens of thousands of florins to the king, tens of thousands to the Knights Hospitaller, and tens of thousands to the Knights Templar... then his position should be temporarily safe.

After all, Giuliano was a true noble. Although he was born a mercenary, his noble status was indeed conferred according to the laws of the Holy Land. No one could deny it!

It would be difficult to annex Giuliano's territory without the approval of the kingdom's top leaders.

Obviously, there is no point in killing Giuliano if the territory cannot be annexed.

We must also consider the consequences if the assassination fails.

In short, this gathering is both a disaster and a hope for Giuliano.

He had no choice but to come.

"Oh, it's all peace's fault!" Thomas sighed softly.

Although it is normal for this kind of religious war to be fought on and off.

But without Thomas, there would be no short period of peace in the Eastern Mediterranean!

This was a brief peace achieved under the threat of nuclear weapons (the Five Protectors). Although destined to be brief, it was peace nonetheless.

"Who says it's not?" Charlie also felt the same way.

Without this brief peace, Giuliano could have continued to take advantage of opportunities.

Everyone was busy attacking each other, fighting for their lives, and no one had time to deal with Giuliano. Then others shed blood, while the Buyid Dynasty and Giuliano maintained peace, and Giuliano made a lot of money alone...

Thomas finally understood why Rostislav had taken the risk to find the witch.

Because the situation is really bad!

The night was calm.

At daybreak, Giuliano was washing his face and teeth in a basin beside his tent.

Charlie came to his side.

"Charlie, he had another evening's lesson with you?"

"Yes, quite an astonishing boy," the magician said, somewhat bewildered. "The night before last, I saw that his progress was mediocre, and he hadn't learned much Arabic. But last night, I discovered that he has an amazing learning ability. It's truly astonishing."

"Well, it's the same with his martial arts training. It seems to require a little extra time to accumulate and incubate. During practice, it seems so-so, but the next day, you'll see how much he's mastered," Giuliano said. "Even then, I felt he would surpass me in martial arts. I just didn't expect him to achieve it in such a short time."

"Is there hope for protecting the country?"

"Well, there's hope for protecting the country! By the way, have you explained our situation to him?"

"He showed no fear at all, and was even a little eager to try. How many students do you have?"

"I taught more than one student in the church," Giuliano sighed. "But Thomas is the most talented. He only practiced for two or three years, but he's already reached the level that others would have practiced for ten. I suspect he's the only one of my students who now has the confidence to find his own path to protect the country."

After leaving the church, there was no other way. A military career, while profitable and prestigious, left me with no time to teach students.

"Giuliano, you know, if you want, you can buy a bottle of potion. The kind that costs ten thousand florins!" Charlie sighed. "You can become an elite warrior too."

"Wait a minute." Giuliano didn't answer directly. "I need some time. By the way, are you sure he wants to travel far?"

"Yes, there should be no problem with his loyalty. There is no way to deceive people about it," Charlie replied.

But then again, it's possible to deceive someone. It's not that difficult to pretend to be a studious student.

But Thomas is a man who seeks to protect his country.

He was completely immersed in practicing martial arts, so he didn't have the time to scheme against others.

In a sense, this is also the reason why Giuliano dared to attend this life-threatening party.

The nobles of the entire Holy Land...

They are all martial artists without much brains!

High-intensity war is a filter. Those who are too cunning will harm others and themselves and will be eliminated early in the war.

He and other innocent people were eliminated together.

The Crescent Moon Cultists do not recognize your intentions!

Your subordinates and comrades will not admit it!

War, sometimes, is just so pure!

"As for the nine catastrophes you mentioned...is there any new progress?" Giuliano asked again.

"No!" Even if there is progress, I can't say it.

Charlie now knows that he does not have enough knowledge and skills to fight against the backlash of fate.

If Giuliano knew the details of his fate and successfully avoided it, what he would get in return would not be one less calamity, but ten, eleven, or even ninety-nine and eighty-one calamities!

This is why all magicians have great respect for the abilities of the Fate System.

It is okay to use magic to predict things that have happened or are happening, but it is unusual to use magic to predict the future.

You must have sufficient confrontation skills.

Charlie is also a novice in this area, so he makes mistakes easily.

Nine calamities?

Thomas sat on his horse, considering the number.

I wonder if killing those two hundred bandits yesterday could be considered a disaster.

If they launch a surprise attack at dawn today, with their advantages of large numbers and familiarity with the terrain, there is a chance that they will pose a threat to Giuliano.

But thinking about this seems completely meaningless.

Even if this is one of them, there are still eight more!

I just don’t know what the future will be like.

The author says:

Author's words: Thanks to readers Yeye, Wudi Zhanlong, and SEERS for their many rewards.

I finally completed my son's college entrance examination work, but I felt exhausted and unable to recover.

I wanted to add more chapters several times but failed to do so. I’m sorry.

Section 39 Murder 1

There was a shout to break camp and set off, and servants had already come to clean up Thomas's tent.

Thomas donned a face-covering helmet.

I hope I don't run into anyone I know there.

After crossing this mountainous region, one arrives at the Sidonian Territory, a territory located to the north of the Holy Land, bordering Tripoli. Tripoli, as a county, is often integrated with the Holy Land, but ultimately is not considered a country.

A meadow in Sidon County, this is where the kingdom holds knight gatherings.

There are also some considerations when choosing this place.

With this location as the center, it was arguably the easiest place for nobles from the County of Tripoli, the County of Edessa, the Principality of Antioch, and other regions to gather for the event. It's important to note that while these states were closely connected, and often had overlapping monarchs, a strict legal analysis reveals that there was no feudal vassal relationship between them. They were technically distinct monarchies.

From the surrounding environment, it can be seen that this is a pasture with abundant water and grass.

Normally, this ranch was just a public place for local citizens, but because of this gathering, it had become a bustling town when Thomas's team arrived.

Here, someone constructed a tournament arena using wooden frames and brocade. This is the center of the town. The entire town is constructed of brocade and cloth. Although it lacks the sturdy structures of stone or mud, it is far more elegant and luxurious than most other towns. Thousands of merchants and artisans line the streets with stalls, selling blankets, clothing, belts, boots, gems, spices, ceramics, wood, and everything in between. Besides these merchants, bards, jugglers, puppeteers, and magicians also gather here. Prostitutes and pickpockets are also indispensable.

Of course, there are also the most indispensable people - the lords who came to attend this party.

Giuliano wasn't the first noble to arrive, but his entourage was the largest. With nearly a hundred people, they ultimately chose to set up a separate camp at the edge of the pasture. This was exactly what Giuliano needed.

But things always develop unexpectedly. Because not long after they set up camp, another nobleman came here with his equally large entourage (the number was no less than Giuliano's) and set up camp - right next to Giuliano's camp.

Then came the third... the fourth... the fifth. In short, very quickly, the camps were connected together and unknowingly became part of the entire temporary town.

This wasn't a war, but a gathering, so there were no strict hierarchies between the nobles. At least not in this gathering. It was precisely because of this that servants from the East House would cut through the West House camp to fetch water, taking a shortcut. Horses from the South House, neglected, would wander into the North House camp to graze and wander. In short, order was completely chaotic, and a stranger could appear at any time. The previously imagined orderly camp was simply impossible to maintain.

If he really wanted to maintain it, he would have to fight with all the surrounding families. But if he did that, let's not even talk about the consequences. Even if he won all the battles, the losers would suffer the consequences, and Giuliano's reputation would still be ruined.

It can even be said that he offended all the nobles in the Holy Land in one go.

In theory, this gives the assassin an opportunity to penetrate deeper.

Well, even if you catch an uninvited stranger who is armed, as long as he tells you his family name, you will be unable to do anything without any evidence.

The nobles arrived one after another, but according to a certain universal traditional rule, the real high-ranking officials of the Holy Land would not arrive until the last few days. At that time, a large-scale knight tournament would be held.

But during this time, there was still something to do. Nobles of all ranks visited each other, chatted, and strengthened their friendship.

Thomas, wearing a helmet, followed Giuliano and wandered around for several days.

At dusk that day, Giuliano returned to his camp.

"Come, bring some water," he ordered as soon as he returned to the camp.

After chatting with others for an entire afternoon, I was so thirsty.

It's not that they didn't provide drinks, but Giuliano didn't dare to drink them because who knows if they were poisonous.

Not to mention drinks, even invitations to dine together were something Giuliano would turn down whenever possible. If he really couldn't refuse, he would be very cautious and not dare to eat too much, but would just give a small token of appreciation.

He was also very clear that he was in a life-or-death situation and had to be cautious.

A servant immediately brought Giuliano a large bowl of water, which he drank in one gulp.

"Huh!" He breathed a sigh of relief, then turned and walked back to the tent. "Aragorn, are you thirsty too?"

"No, I don't need it," Thomas replied.

This is the benefit of protecting the country.

With the support of the magic network, the consumption of various life necessities for magical creatures has been greatly reduced, including food, sleep and water!

Giuliano didn't think anything was unusual. When he walked to the edge of the tent, he saw several strange figures walking in the distance.

He frowned. This place was close to where he lived. It would be a bit too much to let people walk around here casually.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from the abdomen.

Even he could hardly hold on and instinctively bent down, trying to contain the pain.

Thomas saw that things were not going well and quickly stepped forward.

"What's wrong……"

"Stomach...stomach..." Giuliano felt as if a sharp knife was slashing at his stomach. The pain was so unbearable that for a moment, he couldn't even speak coherently.

Thomas looked at the servant who had brought the water. The latter was so frightened that he stood still with a blank expression on his face.

Thomas snatched the bowl, sniffed it, found it tasteless, and licked the inside.

I don't know why, but my tongue feels slightly numb.

He had a subconscious intuition, as if he was very experienced in this kind of thing, so that a related memory immediately emerged in his mind. This memory told him that this was a highly toxic substance.

It is highly toxic and can be fatal within minutes.

“Where does the water come from?” Thomas asked.

"Water...water...in the bucket...for the master...specially used..." the servant stammered.

Damn, someone poisoned the bucket!

Thomas understood immediately.

"Teacher Giuliano, I'm sorry!" Thomas stepped forward, supported Giuliano, and said in a low voice.

The next second, he punched Giuliano hard in the abdomen.

A fierce punch, with tremendous force.

After being punched, Giuliano fell forward, and with a "wow" sound, he began to spit out large gulps of water.

This is the water I just drank.

"You... bring a bucket of water right here!" Thomas shouted. "And bring a bowl!"

The servant ran out quickly and brought a bucket of water.

This time, Thomas tasted it himself again and found that it was clean water.