A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Thomas assessed the situation immediately, so he made a response that the other party had never expected.

He pulled up the hem of his robe and ran away.

Baldwin hesitated, then caught up.

Actually, monk robes are quite cumbersome and not conducive to running. Even with the hem pulled up, you can't run at your maximum speed. So Baldwin's height and long legs aren't really taking advantage of it.

And when it comes to running, having long legs doesn't guarantee speed. This can be seen in the Olympic track and field competitions - the fastest runner is not necessarily the one with the longest legs.

Thomas ran as fast as he could. After running for a while, he listened to the movement behind him and had enough energy to look back.

Sure enough, they couldn't run as fast as he did. He didn't feel very tired yet, while the pursuers were obviously at their limit.

Because he had used his active divine power to repair himself, his body should be in excellent condition. Healthy and energetic, with a large lung capacity.

You may not win in a fight, but you can run faster.

Thomas began to slow down, and it was clear that the other party could not catch up with him.

He stopped at a corner.

Now is the time to negotiate.

Both sides have laid their cards on the table, and the other side should have realized they can't do anything to them. So, it's time to talk.

With four people working together, it would be fine if they could make a little profit, but forget about passing all or most of the profit on to him.

Baldwin and the other two arrived and stopped about ten steps away, also bending over and breathing heavily.

This journey was estimated to be about a thousand meters. If Thomas still had some strength left, these others were almost at their limit.

"You kid... huh... you kid..." Baldwin gasped for breath, unable to form a coherent sentence. "The mission cannot be completed... huh... you... do you know what the consequences will be... huh... huh..."

"I know. I will be scolded, punished, and possibly whipped. If it's really serious, I will be fired!" Thomas replied.

He had known this for a long time. On the first day in the monastery, they had explained it clearly.

Some people may be exempt, but the farmer's son is definitely not one of them.

"But," Thomas smiled. "Maybe you didn't know, but I was in the steward's office not long ago."

Although he was talking about very ordinary things, there was a clear hint in his voice that no normal person would misunderstand.

He has already given a gift.

Maybe in a few months the butler would forget about Thomas, but at least for now his memory would be there. Goldfish have a memory of seven seconds!

In other words, if things came to the point of dismissing the novice monks, the deacon would definitely favor Thomas.

If they didn't complete the mission, everyone would be in trouble. But even if they were in trouble, Thomas was definitely in the best position among the four of them. If they were to be cleared out in the end, Thomas would definitely be the last one.

Thomas smiled. This was what he had been waiting for.

Pull the opponent to the same height as you, then defeat him with your rich experience!

"You..." Baldwin was shocked and angry, but he knew that what Thomas said must be true.

He had never encountered such a situation before, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

"So how about a gamble?" Thomas said. "Either we keep running like this and wait and see who gets kicked out. Or we go back and do the laundry together."

The three of them looked at each other but did not answer.

The race just now had already proven who was the faster runner. Thomas was trying to escape, and they couldn't catch him.

But I am unwilling to admit defeat.

Thomas waited patiently, as long as these three weren't fools, they would figure it out.

Of course, if the other party doesn't think it through and continues to waste time, resulting in the inability to complete the work, then all four of them will be punished together, so he won't be at a loss.

Baldwin's face turned purple with anger.

Suddenly, he swung his hand and threw the pile of sand hidden in his hand. He no longer cared about anything else, as long as he could vent his anger.

Thomas instinctively turned his head to avoid the attack, shielding his face with his hands, and was hit by a shower of dirt and gravel.

Baldwin took the opportunity to rush forward.

However, Thomas had already let out a shrill scream, a sharp sound that echoed around him.

This place is not the one next to the well, where no one can hear you even if you shout at the top of your lungs. This place is close to the main area of ​​the monastery.

If you shout here, there's a high chance you'll be discovered.

In other words, even if he was caught by the other party, the other party could only hit him a limited number of times at most, instead of hurting him at will.

Because if someone came to check and was seen, it would be like beating a fellow monk in the monastery.

For such extraordinary behavior, the monastery's punishment is fifty lashes - which will not kill the person, but will take away half the life.

“What…are you doing?!”

someone shouted.

Thomas looked up and saw a boy who was about the same age as him.

His hair was dark brown, with only a little curl at the ends. His eyes were the same color as his hair and looked full of curiosity. He stood elegantly and dignifiedly, with fair skin and a sweet smile that belonged to his age.

He knew this person. It was none other than the most awesome one among their group of newcomers.

Novice Otto.

His father was the abbot of the monastery, Conrad. There were three abbots in the monastery, one of whom was the abbot, two vice-abbots, and Conrad was one of them.

Even if there were more than one illegitimate child of a noble or priest among these newcomers, Otto was definitely Nanbowan. After all, the county magistrate was not as good as the current one. Everyone knew that Otto should not be messed with.

Baldwin didn't care about that. His anger clouded his mind. He rushed forward, grabbed Thomas by the collar, and punched him.

"Stop!" Otto shouted angrily.

A hand reached out from the side and grabbed his fist.

Under the crushing force, he felt as if his hands were clamped by an iron clamp and his bones were about to break.

He cried out in pain as his wrist was bent backwards.

It was the security captain whom Thomas had met once before and also the monastery's knight coach.

He had evidently come with Otto.

Section 10 Breakthrough 3

Baldwin struggled hard, finally pulling his hand out of the other's grasp and stepping back. He looked at Thomas, who was actually unharmed, but could only feel helpless and furious.

Even if he was physically stronger, a trainee monk like him could not compete with such a professional warrior.

Neither strength nor skill is on the same level.

"Fighting is prohibited in the monastery..." said Otto.

"Let's go!" Baldwin shouted, and turned around and ran with his two younger brothers.

The security captain gave Otto a questioning look, who hesitated for a moment and finally shook his head.

More people appeared nearby. After all, Thomas's scream was quite terrifying. Someone who didn't know better would have thought someone was being murdered.

However, seeing Otto here, everyone rationally kept a distance.

What if it's someone else's private matter, like teaching someone a lesson, they can just pretend they didn't see it, right?

"Brother Otto." Thomas followed what he had learned and gave the other party a very solemn greeting to express his gratitude.

Although he knew very well that the other party did it casually, or even just by chance.

But no matter what, it was a help, at least it saved him from a few beatings. Otto wasn't actually a monk, but that didn't stop Thomas from calling him that.

Then he turned around and went back the way he came.

A moment later he saw three people including Baldwin by the well.

Don't be afraid when things are unfavorable, and don't relax when you are in an advantageous position.

"How dare you come over here, kid?" Baldwin said angrily, making a gesture to rush up and hit him.

But it was useless. Thomas remained unmoved. What happened just now showed that as long as Thomas ran, the other party would not be able to catch up.

This is what is called a strong first push, followed by a weak second, and finally a complete exhaustion. Just now, Baldwin and the others were willing to give up everything, pursuing relentlessly even if they knew they couldn't catch up, but now they no longer have that energy.

That momentum has been knocked out... or rather, worn away.

They knew they couldn't do anything to Thomas.

Even if we launched a sneak attack and caught Thomas and beat him up, it would be useless. After all, you can sneak attack once, but not every time.

Unless Thomas is killed or crippled directly - but that is impossible.

The consequences are too great for them to bear.

I might have been reckless in my anger just now, but now the impulse has subsided.

"I mean, we'd better get to work!" said Thomas.

"I'd rather beat you up!"

"Oh, I should give you a heads up then," Thomas said. "A lot of people saw what happened just now. I bet," he said, smiling at the three men. "It won't be long before Brother Batista comes over to take a look."

Baldwin and others looked unhappy, but they knew Thomas was not lying.

After all, Batista was someone they couldn't afford to offend.

If Batista were given solid evidence, it would not be surprising whether he was whipped or dismissed.

"Well, you have a choice. Start washing right now, like I did, or you can stand here and wait and see what Brother Batista says when he gets here. By the way, I have a feeling Brother Batista might be here any minute!"

Thomas clearly remembered how the three men lowered their heads and looked submissive in front of Batista.

He walked over to the pile of laundry, divided it into four roughly equal parts, then drew water and began to wash his portion.

Baldwin and the other three looked at each other, and one of them seemed to give in. He walked to the well and started drawing water.

The four novice monks began to wash clothes in silence.

They didn't have to wait long, for Brother Batista arrived.

He had also heard rumors of a conflict, but when he came over, everything was fine. Four people were happily washing clothes.

"What happened just now? They said you had an argument?" Batista asked.

"Just some minor disputes," Thomas volunteered. "Brother Batista, even though we are believers in the Lord, a little debate is inevitable. I've heard in the scriptures that such debates are beneficial."

Batista glanced at it and didn't think anything more about it.

"Work hard, in God's name, and finish it today. Otherwise it will pile up until tomorrow. I'll come back later."

He looked at Thomas, who looked back with a hint of confusion.

Batista is gone.

While Thomas was washing, he glanced at the other three people.

The other two were fine; they seemed to have given up. But Baldwin rubbed the clothes vigorously, as if trying to rub his anger into them. And from time to time, he would glance in this direction. It was a gloomy and unpredictable look.

Obviously he was far from convinced.

Perhaps in the past, he'd always gotten away with it easily, beating his prey into submission, and never encountered a hedgehog-like tough guy like Thomas. It was normal for young people to be unwilling to give up.

Thomas was more worried about his own classes.

However, the situation was better than expected. Although it took a lot of time, I didn't miss today's cultural class.

What he missed was the monks' daily prayers, hymns, etc. Although these were required lessons for all monks, Thomas didn't regret missing them at all.

In addition to labor, novices also have two daily routines: one for daily classes and one for cultural studies, usually half a day each. This half-day is not fixed, sometimes daily classes are held in the morning and study in the afternoon, and sometimes the other way around.

I guess it's to coordinate with the teaching monks' schedule.

Washing clothes was as tiring as expected, but it was still manageable.

At least it can hold up for a short time.

At the end of the day, Thomas returned to his room.

Joshua walked in right after him.

"Thomas, you look tired," Joshua said. Perhaps because he came from a merchant family, he had some experience.