A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"We underestimated that bastard!" said Count Jaffa. "How did he win?"

He was also there (although not a witness), so he saw the entire battle. Everything went according to plan at first, but at the very end... suddenly everything changed!

For some unknown reason, Andre, who had the advantage, was suddenly beaten back step by step. Finally, his defense was broken by a sword, and then his head was cut off by the sword.

"I don't know! But I'm sure it's some conspiracy!" Earl Sidon was filled with anger and couldn't suppress it.

His carefully prepared plan was completely ruined.

The next action that was originally planned has now become a castle in the air and there is no way to talk about it.

Hateful bitch, why don't you just die?!

As long as you die obediently, then that piece of rich territory will fall into my hands - into the hands of a more suitable lord!

Rather than being controlled at will by such lowly mercenaries.

"Do you know that the lowly halberd-bearer actually humiliated me with gestures from a distance!" He punched the windowsill in anger.

"Well...it must be a misunderstanding." This was all Count Jaffa could say.

He had no time to care about a spear-bearer, just as an ordinary noble would not care whether a beggar was cursing him in his heart.

In addition, due to the angle of his position, he did not see any humiliating gestures.

"After all, that man called Aragorn has definitely fallen into the trap!"

They used a few pieces of paper that were completely worthless in exchange for Aragon's leniency.

It's really a complete let-down.

An elite warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles and is qualified to try to be promoted to the protector of the country is actually fighting a servant who is not even a "warrior" on equal terms.

The level of this servant... they all knew that apart from being "strong and healthy", he had no martial arts training at all.

At most, he is just a farmer.

To be honest, although they failed this time, it really wasn't Aragorn's fault!

Giuliano did indeed defeat his opponent in a one-on-one fight... Of course, as to why, that is another matter.

These 50,000 florins...or rather, those five pieces of paper, were not wasted.

"And remember, we saw him let the game go, and Giuliano certainly wouldn't have failed to see it. Yes, he's doing nothing now, but that's probably just for the sake of face. When this is all over, I'm sure that Aragon... will be in trouble, even very badly!"

"But I don't think Giuliano will kill him!" Count Sidon sneered. "He'll scold him, expel him, drive him away, or even arrest him, but he won't kill him!"

"What loss does this have for that halberd-wielding man? He's just a homeless person anyway!"

"Then what do you want to do?" Count Jaffa was already impatient.

He had absolutely no interest in this spear-bearer who could be easily bribed!

Anyway, it's like a small stone on the roadside. If you have the leisure time, kick it. If you don't have the leisure time, just step over it.

All he cared about was that lowly mercenary.

He was clearly humiliated, but he couldn't retaliate openly. It's really...

"I've already sent people to deal with him...those filthy bastards!"

"That group of people?"

That group of people was recruited by Count Sidon and was originally intended to assassinate Giuliano.

Let's put it this way, if Giuliano had been less vigilant and had wandered off, the assassination would definitely have happened.

However, Giuliano had always been cautious and rarely left his camp. Even if he left temporarily, he would always have guards with him and insisted on carrying weapons with him, so there was really no opportunity for him to take advantage of.

Especially Aragorn, who served as a personal bodyguard, was always fully armed. He never took off his armor or sword, and he would not even take off his helmet.

There is no chance to launch a sneak attack!

There is no doubt that given the current situation, that group of bastards are of no use.

In that case, let's take it out and make use of it.

"Very good, in that case, let's get back to the original matter. What should we do next?"

"When the party officially opens, there will be a knight's tournament. As long as Giuliano participates, we will have a chance!"

"What if he didn't attend?"

"Then we can only wait until he returns!" A fierce light flashed in Earl Sidon's eyes.

He came back from the window and stood in the middle of the room.

"There's no other way. If a noble were to be killed mid-way, it would cause a huge uproar in this grand gathering of nobles. The kingdom's high-ranking officials would be furious... The consequences, even I can't predict, let alone bear."

"But when the party ends and everyone goes back home, things are different..."

Talking about this, he temporarily forgot his anger.

He thought of a suitable ambush location.

However, Giuliano may not necessarily take that path, so other means must be taken to make Giuliano cooperate unconsciously.

"What do you want to do?"

"I've come up with a good idea! We can start a rebellion in the west... It doesn't have to be large-scale, but we can exaggerate it in intelligence and public information! That way, normal people will avoid this war-torn area and take the southern route..."

His mind was working rapidly, and the outline of a plan was formed.

"That lowly person will naturally be no exception and will naturally choose that path. This way, we can set up an ambush at a key location..."

"Snap! Snap! Snap!" a sound rang out.

"Amazing, amazing," someone said. "Such clear thinking is truly precious!"

"Haha, thank you for the compliment...Who?!"

Earl Sidon suddenly came to his senses and let out an angry roar!

I originally thought it was a compliment from Count Jaffa, but suddenly I realized that this voice was not Count Jaffa's voice.

He turned around and saw that Count Jaffa had also stood up and was looking towards the window with surprise on his face.

On the windowsill sat a stranger.

He was wearing a black cloak that was only worn by assassins or ascetics, and the shadow of the hood covered his entire face.

Fortunately, although his appearance was very strange, it was obvious that he was unarmed.

Even if there were any, they would only be weapons like daggers and short knives that could be hidden and difficult to detect.

This calmed him down a little.

The Holy Land still emphasizes the use of force. Even though the two men are not wearing armor at this moment, they are at least carrying personal weapons.

Earl Sidon drew his rapier immediately.

This is a weapon that is not very suitable for the battlefield, but in one-on-one combat, to be honest, it is more useful than an ordinary longsword.

"Who are you? How did you get here?!"

Just now, he was standing at the windowsill, so he was sure that the other party did not exist at least ten seconds ago.

Climbing walls is normal, and there are many people in the world who are good at climbing.

But how did they climb up in such a short time?