A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"So for the sake of the church's reputation, this credit should go to Bai Lan. She was seriously injured and possibly disabled, so she really needs some comfort."

Thomas nodded, and everyone was happy.

"So if you were to transfer him back to another position now, it would seem... well, a bit too deliberate. It would seem like you were taking the opportunity to poach someone, which would have a negative impact and would lower everyone's morale."

Thomas could only accept his fate. What else could he do?

If there were three or five knights in Bai Lan's team, then transferring him would be fine, but since there was only one knight, transferring him would be a bit deliberate.

Life is not easy, Maomao sighed.

"So even though I've been granted the title of Knight Commander..."

"But there's no specific position for now," the presiding judge continued. "You'll have to continue in your current position. Don't worry, after a while, a year or two, that problem will be resolved. You're still young and can afford to wait. By the way, if needed, you can recruit additional personnel. Simply apply, and we'll arrange for an apprentice knight to join Bai Lan's... your team."

"This... won't be without a price, right?" Thomas asked suspiciously.

“There are no costs, only benefits.”

"benefit?"

"Your talents will not be wasted!" the presiding judge said. "I've already told everyone that when we encounter difficulties, we can look to you for additional support."

He was all smiles, fighting for the glory of God, and that was a huge benefit.

Many young knights pursue this.

And he just happened to know that Thomas in front of him was an exceptionally pious knight.

Thomas gave an ugly smile.

This is... you want to use me as a coolie?

The kind that takes the blame and bleeds, but has no chance of getting promoted or getting rich?

But he couldn't say it directly. After all, this was a religious order, and fanatics made up a large portion of its members. Thomas, at least on the surface, had to disguise himself as such a person.

Fortunately, I still have the right to decide. If I really feel there is any big danger, I will naturally not go.

After Thomas left, the presiding judge poured himself a glass of good wine, which was rare.

Drinking in broad daylight was a small indulgence that only came with a relaxed and cheerful mood. Anyway, the Knights Templar didn't prohibit alcohol... well, the entire Kyiv Church didn't prohibit alcohol.

Just as he fell asleep, the door at the back of the office opened and a guest came out.

"Is this... the Knight Thomas?"

"Now he's the Knight Commander. Well, you see, he's indeed a very promising young man."

Every boss likes subordinates who are capable and capable. Thomas's smooth resolution of the Assassin problem is indeed very commendable.

"Knight Commander...it's about time he was given some real knightly duties. Where is he from? How strong is he?"

"A fine young Bohemian, sent here by the Chomutov Monastery," the presiding judge said, taking a sip. "He has distinguished himself in battle, is competent in his duties, and is also very pious."

"Bohemia? I heard there's a war going on there."

"Yes, it was quite a lively fight. It's said to have been started by two counts, and even the Duke couldn't stop it. But this kind of thing happens everywhere. I heard the Chomutov Monastery was even affected. I didn't even dare tell that young man about this." The presiding judge sighed. "If it weren't for the White Lan incident, Thomas would have been able to join the Knights' actual operations."

"how are things?"

"The remnants of the Old Ones are still at it... Perun's followers are still causing trouble. Perhaps we should find a way to teach those heretics a lesson," the presiding judge said. "It's really annoying that they keep stirring up trouble. As for the Star-Moon Cult, they won't be able to get away with it anymore. I've already handed this evidence to the Grand Duke. He'll take action, won't he?"

"The Crescent Moon Cult will fight back."

"Fight back? With what? Just a few thousand of them?" the presiding judge scoffed. The Star-Moon Cultists were few in number. Although they formed a community, their total population was no more than a thousand. Even considering the financial incentives, the number of members was still limited.

In Kiev, they are only considered a medium-sized force. This is entirely due to their concentrated population and xenophobia. If they were to disperse, they would be nothing!

"Don't forget, they can hire outside help," the guest reminded. "Send over a few experts. They have the money! They can even go directly to Assassin."

This time, the Assassins came for unknown reasons, but it likely had nothing to do with the Crescent Moon sect in Kiev. But next time, it's hard to say.

"External aid? Ah...ah..." The presiding judge scratched his head. "This is a bit troublesome."

"Besides, the Crescent Moon Cultists are very cunning. Remember how they conquered Persia?"

"Oh, a sneak attack on the Holy Fire?"

"Yes."

"They have a strong sense of revenge. Remember to warn Thomas when you have time. Since he is a young man you are optimistic about, he must fight for the glory of God in the future and not be tricked by the Star-Moon Cult."

"Really? I'll remember that." The presiding judge took a big sip of wine comfortably.

Thomas had already left, and it was unknown when he would next come to his office.

Chapter 46 News from afar

Everything was over and Thomas returned to the base.

Since I can't leave for the time being, I can only work here honestly.

Without Bai Lan, he was the person in charge here. In fact, after obtaining the title of Knight Commander, everything seemed to become natural.

Although it is not known how Bai Lan created a private kingdom within the city of Kiev, it is now a good thing for Thomas.

I didn’t know it before, but now that I’m in charge, I realize that this small independent kingdom does seem to have quite a bit of income.

Because they have the right to levy taxes within the adjacent city (I don’t know how Bai Lan did it), thousands of florins per year are the standard income.

Most importantly, this is the income after deducting the generous salaries of the subordinates.

Of course it belonged to the Inquisitor before, but now it belongs to Thomas.

Not only that, this place can be said to be very peaceful and harmonious, with very few accidents or troubles.

Of course this is normal - even if there were any troublemakers, they would have been crushed by Bai Lan long ago.

No matter if they are robbers, gangsters or thieves, they dare not come here.

Anyone who comes here without careful observation will not live long - even if they survive, their career will be over.

There is absolutely no such thing as a government official collecting taxes once and then a ruffian coming to collect a second round of protection fees.

There are no unscrupulous businessmen who play the game of taking in big and taking out small, cheating, deceiving, and exploiting people for huge profits.

Even Jewish loan sharks rarely dared to come here.

It’s not that I haven’t been here before, but everyone who came here was unlucky.

This has created an excellent business environment here that is very rare in this era.

In other words, many people come here specifically to trade in this safe environment.

Because of this, the tax revenue in the entire controlled area continues to rise.

Thomas used to apply luxurious potions on his body every day, not to mention being blackmailed from time to time by the old wizard who called himself Gandalf, which caused his wallet to shrink significantly.

Now that I've been at ease for a while, I've discovered that my wallet is actually showing signs of revival.

Time passed quickly, autumn turned into winter, and it snowed heavily.

This was Thomas's first winter in Kiev.

The mountains were covered with snow, the fireplace was lit, and the sleds...it became a new world that was both familiar and strange.

Thomas rode his horse, stepping on the thick snow, walking slowly on the road.

On the surface, he was going out to play in the snow, but in fact he was going to see Gandalf.

He also learned a new technique of the Steel Soul Mysticism from Gandalf - using mental power to interfere with the material world.

This is also the inevitable path. After repeated strengthening, tempering, and carving of mental power, one of the ultimate goals is to interfere with the material world.

In reality, mental power's ability to interfere with the material world isn't strong, and it can't produce the same destructive effects as telekinesis. However, it can be cleverly applied in subtle ways.

Thomas has been able to overcome some physical threats with pure mental power. He cannot block swords, but he can block toxins and diseases.

At least in theory it is possible...the specific operation depends on the details.

It is still too early to fully refine the secret art of Steel Soul.

At the current rate of divine power accumulation, Thomas estimated that it would take him at least several years to achieve success.

Once you have mastered all of them, you will probably reach the peak level of elite.

If you want to go further, you will have to spend a lot of money to learn the secret of promotion to Protector of the Country from Gandalf.

At least for now, Gandalf's credibility is guaranteed.

Sometimes Thomas really thought that he might change his career and become a wizard under Gandalf, oh no, forget about the magic swordsman.

After all, Gandalf's motto is "Everything has a price, but knowledge is the greatest luxury."

He was afraid that he couldn't afford it.

Do you really have to bow down to money? Or do you find a way to make some extra money?

While thinking about this, Thomas had already arrived at the gate of the city.

Even though there is snow on the ground, it is still very lively here.

All kinds of goods and vendors were everywhere, as if they had emerged from the ground.

Thomas dismounted and led his horse into the city. The guards at the gate knew him and naturally did not stop him.

"Isn't this... Thomas?" A voice rang out just as he entered the city gate. Thomas turned around and saw a familiar face.

A middle-aged woman, dressed in very thin clothes.

It took him a few seconds to remember that this was one of the people who had come to Kiev together.

Thomas came to Kiev with Coach Rostislav, who also brought a whole carriage and a dozen women and children.

Although Thomas didn't know the origins of these people, they had gone through a long journey together and at least became familiar with each other.

Later, after arriving in Kiev, we broke up, and no one knew where these people went.

Thomas didn't even think to look for it.

After all, Kiev is a big place. A dozen people scattered among hundreds of thousands of people would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. It would be sheer wishful thinking.

In addition, Rostislav clearly did not want Thomas to know his whereabouts, and Thomas could not afford to offend him.

"Ah, ma'am, it's me," Thomas replied.

"You became... a knight?" the woman was surprised and happy.

I'm more than a knight, I'm already the Knight Commander. Thomas grumbled inwardly.

Thomas was a little proud of himself for being promoted to this position in less than a year after joining the Sunflower Knights.

"Yes, ma'am," said Thomas. "You are..."

He had noticed that the man was dressed very lightly and was shivering in the cold wind.

"Oh, I'm here to buy some daily necessities." The woman forced a smile. "I heard it's cheaper here."

I'm afraid these people's lives here are... well, not very good.

As Thomas was thinking this, a child came over. A boy, barely grown. Thomas looked and recognized him. It was the woman's child, the one who had come with him on the bus.

"Uncle Thomas...?"

As expected, after experiencing a series of events, my face has become more weathered, and now I have changed from a "brother" to an "uncle".

Thomas sighed inwardly.

"Let's go over there and have something to eat," Thomas said casually. "They have some great roast lamb over there."

It's time for lunch.

The woman wanted to refuse, but the child's eyes lit up at the mere mention of "barbecue," and it was impossible to persuade him so easily. Finally, she had no choice but to follow Thomas into the restaurant.

It seems they are not having a good time here.

The waiter quickly brought the food, and the child naturally ate with great joy, his mouth full of food. However, the adults could not be so rude, and the two began to chat while eating.

The main topic of conversation was naturally the news from Bohemia.

War has broken out over there.

Section 47 Jews 1