A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Because this man named Aragorn always wore a helmet that covered his face whenever he went out. No matter how hot or sunny it was, he never took it off. As a result, people didn't know what his face looked like.

This behavior is very abnormal.

So rumors were also circulating about Aragorn.

Some say that Aragon is actually Giuliano's double, and it is very likely that Giuliano could put on a helmet and armor and impersonate Aragon.

But now, after seeing it with my own eyes and talking to people, I know that this is pure rumor.

There are obvious differences in the body shapes of the two people. Their shoulder width and height are different, which can be seen at a glance.

This set of armor cannot be put on Giuliano directly, necessary adjustments must be made.

In addition, Aragorn was fluent in Rus' language - this was testified by the bard, and it was not a lie. In other words, even if he was not a native Rus's, he was at least from Rus's place.

Not the same kind of person as Giuliano.

The bard came to the corner and looked at Thomas's back in the distance.

What a pity, he was such a loyal spear-bearer.

A series of inspirations flashed through his mind. Perhaps he could compose a poem that would be sung?

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately took out paper and pen from his pocket and began to compose.

I hadn't written a few words, not even one percent of the inspiration in my heart, when I suddenly heard a voice behind me.

"what are you doing?"

He turned around in shock and saw none other than Aragorn.

"Inspiration strikes me, my lord," the bard whispered.

He has always been a vigilant person, and he even paid some attention when he was composing the poem just now.

But when did the other party come behind him?

And this feeling...

I didn't feel anything when I was talking to him just now.

But now, when the other party approached him, he could feel the indescribable pressure.

Thomas saw that the other party was not drawing a picture, but was actually writing a song or something.

"Your companion has already gone in. Why don't you go with him?"

"He is not my companion," the bard explained immediately. "He is only my employer."

"Hire you as an interpreter?" Thomas understood.

I came to confirm whether I was a Russian, or at least from Russia and understood the Russian language.

And poisoning and assassination! The bard answered secretly in his heart.

"Yes, everyone says I'm well-traveled. But that's a compliment. It's just my job ethic, and I've been to a lot of places."

"Have you been to Ross?"

"Once. My Lord. Like you, I left there a long time ago."

"So...how long have you been here in the Holy Land?"

"Almost a year," the bard sighed.

"Why come here?"

"Sir, I didn't come here originally. I wanted to go to Smyrna. I wanted to compose a long, legendary poem for the Five Knights of Christ to spread their heroic names. Unfortunately, the Knights seem to think they don't need to be sung and are not welcoming me. I have no choice but to come to the Holy Land..."

"You want to find a protector?" Thomas understood. "Have you found one?"

To put it in his previous life, it was to take advantage of the hot spots to increase traffic!

Originally, the Protectorate was just a legend, and the middle and lower classes believed that the Protectorate no longer existed in this era. However, when the Knights suddenly produced five Protectors of the Nation and achieved brilliant results, it immediately sparked a wave of public opinion throughout the Christian world.

This craze has definitely not died down yet. In the previous information age, new hot topics emerged one after another, but this era is not so hot.

And this bard is obviously here to attract traffic.

It’s a pity that I didn’t get it.

So when they came to the Holy Land - according to the logic of the lower-class civilians, since the Rhodes Island Knights could produce five Protectors of the Nation at once, then the Holy Land... must also have a few hidden Protectors of the Nation.

"I couldn't find it." The bard said regretfully.

Thomas also felt that the Holy Land should have no protectorate.

The church has divine inspiration, but divine inspiration does not necessarily create a national defense!

"What's your name?"

"A humble name is not worth your concern."

"You've been here for a year, so you must know something, right?" Thomas asked suddenly.

"Just ask, sir."

"It's no use asking," Thomas said, pulling out a small purse and throwing it into the minstrel's hand. Although the purse was small, it felt heavy in his hand.

The experienced hand weighed it carefully and knew it must be filled with gold coins. "What is the ability of that Sir Andrew or Andre?"

Chapter 44 Bribery 3

"Sir Andre," the bard replied immediately. "His extraordinary abilities are immense... known as the Iron Wall."

"Iron Wall? You mean... he can harden his body?" Thomas asked. "So he's not afraid of swords?"

"Pretty much," the bard replied. "His strength lies in the fact that he is truly immune to all attacks! And it lasts for a very long time."

"what do you mean……"

"Although Sir Andrew has only been in the Holy Land for a short time, he's a formidable warrior on the battlefield. Swords, spears, halberds, muskets, and cannons alike are invulnerable! Everyone says that if he joined the Knights Hospitaller or the Knights Templar, he'd be instantly promoted to a high position. Even if he doesn't, it's only a matter of time before he's knighted."

Is there such a thing?

By Thomas's standards, if it was just the ability to take a sword, it was just average. Not weak, but not particularly strong either.

But it can withstand muskets and cannons...

That's a bit excessive.

Thomas himself knew that he could never stop the cannon.

He couldn't even stop a musket, let alone a cannon. If he was hit elsewhere, it would be fine, as his damaged godhead could save him, but if he was shot in the head, Thomas couldn't predict what the consequences would be.

"Is it that powerful?!" Thomas was skeptical.

This ability is so powerful, there must be a way to break it. Otherwise, Sir Andrew would have already become a world-famous hero. It wouldn't be so rare that I have never heard of him.

For example, some people possess abilities like the ability to transform into ghosts. These abilities also render them invulnerable to weapons (specifically, making them invulnerable to weapons), rendering them invulnerable to all physical attacks, including cannons.

But if you are prepared, you can easily kill him with just a low-level magic "magic weapon".

"Indeed. No matter how powerful the sword is, no matter how much strength it possesses, it can only leave a trivial bloody wound on him."

"Where's the weakness?"

"My apologies, sir. While I believe such a powerful ability must have a weakness, Sir Andre will absolutely keep this weakness a secret and will not reveal it to anyone else. This is all I know for now."

Thomas nodded.

This is a reasonable explanation.

Such an enemy is difficult to deal with.

If Andre faced Thomas, Thomas's advantage of suppressing him through his status would ensure that, even if he didn't have the upper hand, he would at least not be at a disadvantage. He would have plenty of time to slowly explore Sir Andre's weaknesses.

Not to mention that Thomas is also a spellcaster.

But if it's Sir Andrew against Giuliano...it's hard to say.

If the enemy completely ignores defense and attacks relentlessly, Giuliano won't be able to hold on for long.

One or two moves might be an exaggeration, but Thomas thought Giuliano would not last more than ten moves.

Fortunately, the opponent's ability is defensive rather than offensive. If it was an offensive type, like the Silver Judgment of the Blasphemous Knight, Giuliano probably wouldn't be able to withstand a single move.

There's some trouble.

The rules of a duel for a halberd bearer are slightly different from those of a normal duel.

Usually it is master against master, and halberd-bearer against halberd-bearer.

If Thomas defeats his opponent and rushes to Giuliano's aid in time...it's not a two-on-one fight.

The host of the duel will call a halt to Giuliano's duel, and Thomas will go up first to fight the opponent one-on-one. If Thomas loses, Giuliano will need to move forward.

This is a referee issue.

Thomas wasn't sure whether the referee panel (usually not one person, but multiple people) was neutral or hostile, or whether it was red, yellow, or green.

So if he wants to save Giuliano, he must do his best.

There is no room for wiggle room.

And if I go all out to show my ability to protect the country, no, my quasi-god-level strength, people will definitely notice it.

I can't stand the investigation of those acquaintances, especially the Knights Templar!

Damn, it’s not easy to deal with.

"What is the identity of this Sir Andrew?" Thomas vaguely remembered that this Andre was the cousin of Earl Nablus, but he was not very sure.

"I heard he's a relative of a noble, but he's currently serving as a guest of Earl Sidon. Even the Earl respects his abilities."

The Earl of Seaton?

Theoretically, the local owner...

"Apart from Sir Andrew, is there anyone stronger?" Thomas asked again.

"Your question is... difficult to answer," the bard said cautiously. "If there's no fixed standard, I can only say that there are still many powerful people in the Holy Land."

After all, it is a place of four wars, and even the survival of the fittest is enough for a group of masters to emerge.

In other words, there are too many people...

"For example, Grand Master Pierre, leader of the Knights Templar, is a formidable warrior. It's said he possesses the ability to see into the future. Is that..."

Well, Pierre is out of the question. Thomas knows this guy!

I almost chopped off a chicken's head and drank yellow wine with him, and became his sworn brother.

Fortunately, this is not popular in the Christian world, otherwise people would have really imitated the Three Heroes of Peach Garden.

"I understand, you can go now," Thomas said.

The bard carefully put away his purse, turned around and left, but turned back after taking a few steps.

"Lord Aragorn," he said. "Be careful. You have just refused a request that should not be refused."

His words were chosen carefully and his tone was sincere, indicating that this was a well-intentioned suggestion rather than a threat.

A soft chuckle escaped from beneath Thomas's helmet.

"Don't worry, I know my price!"

Fifty thousand florins is really the lowest price possible.

This was hiring him to do something that went against his own moral code - the price was a loss - but then again, Thomas didn't really want to accept this kind of employment.

The bard left and walked for quite a distance, stopping only when he was sure that the man named Aragorn had not caught up with him.

I touched my back and found that it was covered in cold sweat.

This strong sense of deterrence...

Indescribable!

This was his innate ability. He discovered at a young age that he was quite sensitive and could naturally sense those special people in a crowd, especially warriors.

This ability is actually not very useful, because in most cases, the strength of a fighter can be seen clearly.

Look at the temperament, body shape, equipment, movements and manners, scars on the body, calluses on the palms... and so on, all of which can serve as auxiliary criteria for judgment.

There is a clear difference between having practiced and not having practiced.