A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

To be honest, it’s not an exaggeration to say that they are mid-level.

A normal rich or aristocratic kid who starts learning martial arts from a young age will almost reach the "ten years" standard by the time he becomes an adult.

As long as you are not mentally retarded or physically clumsy, you can be considered a backbone after practicing martial arts for ten years.

The problem is that among these people, except for Bai Lan who is the inquisitor and Thomas who is an official member of the Knights Templar, the others are either sergeants or soldiers!

What does Bai Lan want to do with such a team?

You've brought over thirty or so mid-level fighters here...are you planning a rebellion? Or are you trying to establish your own faction?

As for the job content, Thomas now knew it - basically it was to patrol and guard the entire city.

The entire city was divided into two halves, one half belonged to Witcher and the other half was under the charge of Inquisitor Bai Lan.

The half of the city they are responsible for is the most prosperous area in the entire city, with tens of thousands of people coming in and out every day.

This seems to have nothing to do with the duties of an Inquisitor...

Is this a religious inquisitor or an everyday security patrol?

But the treatment is not bad.

Everyone has one day a week to go home and rest, free to do whatever they want, and this vacation can be exchanged and accumulated.

The city provided the soldiers' salaries—not the usual tax farmers—but they collected their own taxes, which were paid every six months.

The two main taxes in the city were the head tax and the commercial tax. The head tax was paid to Witcher, but the commercial tax was collected by White.

Soldiers were paid two gold coins per month... The common gold coin here was also the florin. It seemed that the florin, though minted by Italians, was universally accepted and had become a common currency.

Although core-level soldiers often receive double pay, this treatment is indeed high enough.

Sergeants and knights received even higher salaries. As for how much Bai Lan himself earned... at least Thomas didn't ask.

The housing problem is even simpler, as everyone who is not on holiday lives in this building.

Feel free during holidays.

You can eat in the cafeteria or take care of your own meals.

Anyway, Thomas finally chose to settle it at the restaurant. After all, there was a discount.

Thomas quickly became accustomed to this kind of life - although it was different from what he expected, it was indeed very leisurely.

Not only do I have free time, I also have a lot of money.

The accumulation of divine power slowed down. Although the station was right next to the church, the small population naturally slowed the accumulation.

As for the other thing...that is, finding the middle and lower two volumes of the secret technique, there is no clue yet.

Because I was patrolling every day to maintain law and order, I had no chance to go to the monastery, so I had no way to look for it.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.

Noon, on the second floor of the tavern.

Thomas and a group of team members sat at the table by the window, ordering food and chatting.

"We have some excellent lamb today!" the waiter suggested. "Would you like one?"

"I like it. I want to eat bread with the mutton juice," said Yanos.

"Great!" Thomas agreed. "And some vegetables, preferably beans."

The custom in this area is to have simple breakfast and lunch, with dinner being the time for a truly lavish feast. Of course, the poor simply don't have lunch, only eating breakfast and dinner. But the poor are scholars, while the rich are warriors, and professional warriors need at least three meals a day.

Or you could say that what they are eating now is called a working meal.

"By the way, is there any interesting news recently?" Thomas asked casually.

"Sir, I heard about a magician." said a soldier.

"Magician?" Thomas immediately became interested.

Section 16 New Position 2

Thomas had known for a long time that there were magicians in this world.

But it is difficult to understand how professional magicians live in this world.

If magicians were considered a profession, then they were only suitable for part-time work. The ascetics in the church were essentially part-time magicians.

His main job is a charlatan, and his part-time job is a magician.

Even Thomas himself, an ordinary church knight, is actually a part-time magician.

He currently knows three moves: Qi Raising Slash, Good Breaking Slash, and Evil Breaking Slash. Although the latter two have not been used in actual combat, these moves are indeed magic.

It is precisely because I understand some basic knowledge of magic that I understand how incredible a professional magician is.

Something that shouldn't exist in the first place.

Decades of cultivation, and all of it was used up by a single spell... Is there any value in this profession?

If someone really did that, it must involve knowledge and technology unknown to Thomas.

Thomas vaguely remembered that the vice-president had mentioned this before and warned Thomas not to pursue the power of those heretics.

"Well, there are some magicians living in seclusion in Kiev," the soldier continued. "I know one or two... They say a great magician might have come here recently."

Thomas had to admit that he still had too little experience.

If you think about it carefully, a place like Kiev is indeed more suitable for a magician to live in seclusion.

"What do these magicians do?" Thomas couldn't help but ask.

"They mainly sell potions and recipes, and occasionally do things like rat removal, divination, exorcism, and healing."

"They can also exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases?"

"Oh, yes. Their methods are... well, they're quite unique."

After all, Thomas was a monk of the church, so the other party could only speak in a tactful tone.

"Can you tell me more about it?"

"Well, they usually boil a big pot of medicine, then add a bunch of things you might recognize or not recognize, making it look disgusting. Then they give you a sip. I can't describe the taste, but anyway, you don't want to take a second sip." Seeing Thomas's persistence, the other party could only reply in this way. "But it does work."

Is there really such a thing?? !!

Thomas remembered that there were such scenes in many movies and TV shows he had watched in his previous life.

If this were Thomas's past life, then wizards and charlatans were essentially the same thing, different types of the same thing, and both were deceptive. But this world was clearly different.

"I see... Let's get back to the topic we were discussing. What's going on with that great magician?"

"I don't know. But since he's called the Great Magician, he must be a very powerful magician."

"How powerful?"

"It is said that the Grand Duke heard about this and sent people to look for him secretly."

I see. To be able to alarm the Grand Duke, he must be quite impressive.

"By the way, the captain seems to seldom come out to dine with everyone." Thomas suddenly asked.

Since the previous topic involved the Ta Kung Pao, it was best not to discuss it further. After all, some topics, even just discussing them, were taboo.

This is called political sensitivity.

"The captain has a bad temper... and a lot of dietary restrictions, so he usually doesn't eat with us," the soldier replied with some regret. "But lately, it's been really rare."

"rare?"

"Well, it's been peaceful lately. Before, there were always troubles here." He said with a hint of regret. "There's no extra income when everything is peaceful."

Over the past few days, everyone had gotten to know Vice Captain Thomas quite well. They knew that the new Vice Captain had a good temper, few taboos, and was a decent person. Another advantage he had was that he wasn't very greedy.

All in all, he's a person who's easy to get along with.

And extra money? Thomas was thinking about this when he heard loud roars coming from outside.

There was also crying.

There was also the "crackling" sound of pots, pans, and other utensils being smashed.

Several people stood up and crowded around the window to look down. They saw a bungalow on the other side, surrounded by people.

Obviously something happened over there.

This is under the responsibility of the Bai Lan team. Although it is not working hours now, we have to take action if we see it.

Of course, I guess this is not a big deal. It is common for minor frictions to occur in the market on a daily basis.

When Thomas and his companions came over, they saw the two sides confronting each other.

On one side were three or four men, one of whom was dressed in fancy clothes and holding a paper document, and the others were strong men.

On the other side was a man and a woman, both young people. The woman was huddled in a corner crying, while the man was standing in front of her.

There were a lot of broken pieces on the ground.

"You two, pay your debts! Pay me back the money you owe me right now!" the gorgeously dressed man scolded.

Judging from his clothes, he is the most typical vampire in the Middle Ages - a Jew.

"You're slandering me! Who owes you money?" the man opposite shouted. "I don't even know you!"

"You didn't owe me money originally, but this bond belongs to me now, so you owe me money now!" the Jew said arrogantly. "Either pay me back, or..."

The crying woman just cried, while the man argued with her.

Everyone around me looked unfriendly, after all, everyone hated Jews.

Everyone hated Jews in the past, everyone hates Jews now, and in the future - if Thomas's memory of his previous life is correct - everyone will still hate Jews.

It was during World War II that the Jews played a pity game and earned the title of victims, which improved their reputation.

But they soon proved once again that there was a reason why the people on Earth had hated them for thousands of years.

It seems like a simple debt dispute.

It's not easy to interfere in such matters.

In addition, although there are some broken bottles and jars on the ground, a closer look reveals that they are all worthless things.

It seemed like a big fuss, but in reality, there wasn't much loss. If there was any loss, I'd estimate ten or so copper coins would be the maximum.

There is no need to intervene too early in this situation.

Let’s first see what the situation is.

Thomas squeezed closer and took a closer look.

People who practice martial arts naturally have sharp eyesight. He quickly realized that the Jew spoke with confidence and his eyes were honest and frank, and it was obvious that the debt he mentioned was not fictitious.

On the contrary, although the man and woman seemed to be filled with anger, upon closer inspection, the woman just lowered her head and cried, and the man's eyes were wandering. He did not dare to answer the other party directly, but kept emphasizing that he did not know the other party.

After seeing this, he had an idea in his mind and estimated that the debt was real.

The author says:

Author's words: Thanks to my book friends Tinawo, WeChat users Shi Zicheng, and Gu De for their rewards. I will do my best.

Section 17 New Position 3

Thomas looked back at his companions.

Everyone exchanged glances and gestured to each other.

Apparently, everyone came to the same conclusion as Thomas.

Thomas was about to step forward and speak.

At this moment, the crowd on the side parted, and a woman walked over. It was none other than Bai Lan.

With a blank expression on her face, she walked towards the Jews, sword drawn in her hand as she walked.

This was the first time she drew out the magic sword, or rather, it was the first time Thomas saw the magic sword unsheathed.

I knew it was a magic sword before, but this was the first time I saw it unsheathed.

By Thomas' standards, that wasn't a sword, it was a knife.