A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

In Bohemia, a classic civil war broke out between two counts in their struggle for power.

The fighting seemed intense and widespread. Litoměřice County, where Thomas had been stationed, was practically engulfed in the conflict, with a siege even taking place in the capital, Žatežić.

It seems that fighting also took place at the Chomutov Monastery.

Although the church is a neutral party in this kind of war and will not offend either side, if the soldiers really get angry, nothing will work.

It was no news that deserters or regular troops looted monasteries and even killed monks and raped nuns.

As for the specific process of the battle...this aspect is basically just a rumor.

In this era, there was a lack of effective means of communication. The nobles were still able to establish post stations and other means, but ordinary people could only spread information by word of mouth and rumors.

But in any case, one thing is certain, that is, both Giuliano and Rostislav were undoubtedly involved in this war.

Moreover, according to the latest news, it seems that the situation is very unfavorable for both of them.

But it’s hard to say what the situation is.

The meal lasted quite a long time, until the child's belly was full. Before leaving, Thomas gave the other party two florins - in exchange for the woman's thousands of thanks.

But these two florins were only enough for Thomas to ask the old miser two small questions.

The two said goodbye, and Thomas went back and hesitated for a long time.

In fact, he had already noticed this war.

But before, I had no power to interfere in a war.

Now...it seems that I still can't.

Being just a Knight-Master of a religious order... it's still too early. Perhaps one day he'll become Grand Master, or at least a branch master, and then he'll be able to have a certain influence on such a major event.

But he couldn't just sit there and do something. After all, Thomas didn't want to watch either Giuliano or Rostislav die.

There were few people in this world who were worthy of his attention, but Giuliano and Rostislav were two of them.

Finally, Thomas decided to go and find out more about the war. After all, it was difficult to make a decision without knowing the details.

The first option is to go to the headquarters of the Knights Templar, or in other words, the church to inquire.

However, the Bohemian Civil War was completely irrelevant to the Knights. It was hard to imagine that the Knights would have complete and detailed intelligence on this matter - after all, the relationship between the Orthodox Church and the Catholic Church was not good.

If they were in a civil war, I'd imagine the church here would have prepared sunflower seeds, drinks, and snacks, so they could eat while watching the fun. If possible, they'd even shout "666" a few times.

As for the Grand Duke... or the ruler of Kiev...

You should know more here. But as we all know, there are many countries between Bohemia and Kiev, such as Poland and Hungary.

Even if the Grand Duke of Kiev had foresight, he could not invest much resources in a completely unrelated distant country.

Do I have to go back in person?

Thomas's worried look could not be hidden from others.

"Master Thomas, is there anything on your mind?" Janos asked Thomas during the routine patrol in the afternoon.

There was nothing to hide about this matter, so Thomas expressed his concerns.

Everyone knew that he was a Bohemian.

After all, the matter of the letter of introduction has never been a secret.

"That's easy," Janos laughed heartily. "We can go find the Jews."

"Jew?" The word repelled Thomas.

Thomas had heard this sentence in his previous life: What kind of power could make the Pharaoh of three thousand years ago, Caesar of two thousand years ago, the Pope of a thousand years ago, Shakespeare of five hundred years ago, and the mustache man of a hundred years ago all of them hate and persecute a nation that claimed to be "harmless to humans and animals" and "white lotus"?

After coming to this parallel dimension, I realized how hateful these profit-seeking vampires are.

Despicable and greedy, hated by everyone.

The only reason they survive is that they are the best white gloves for those in power.

No, white gloves is not the right adjective, chamber pot would be more accurate.

You can use it to have fun when you need it, and throw it away to calm public anger when you don’t need it.

But from an objective perspective, we cannot look down on the "chamber pot" because it is indeed a social ecological niche.

The Jews occupied such an ecological niche, so despite repeated attacks, they have always survived.

But after thinking for a moment, Thomas agreed that Janos was right.

If there is a place where it is easier to find more accurate news from afar, then the Jews are undoubtedly a good choice.

Because Jews tend to stick together, even though they live in different countries, different Jewish communities have relatively stable connections. They can communicate with each other, mainly to avoid various dangers, but also to make money.

Although this kind of connection cannot be said to be fast, it is definitely more reliable.

Otherwise, there will be chaos among them.

"Good idea." Thomas thanked him sincerely.

That evening, Thomas came to a Jewish residence alone.

You can say that Jews are greedy and mean, but they are absolutely friendly to the people - you can always find a nest of these vampires anywhere, and Kiev is no exception.

When Thomas walked in, he happened to meet three or four people who were dressed in a somewhat unique way.

The clothes and style are very ethnic... If Thomas is not mistaken, it should be Persian.

All Persians should be members of the Star-Crescent Sect, but these few people... how should I put it, they seem to be different from ordinary Star-Crescent Sect members.

Because it was indeed rare, Thomas stared at their backs for a long time.

"Hello, young sir," the host of the room, the Jew, greeted Thomas.

He was not the skinny old man with a face full of mean wrinkles as Thomas had imagined, nor was he a fat and greedy middle-aged man. Instead, he was a young and handsome man with eyes full of sincerity and eagerness.

Of course, the clothes and appearance are indeed Jewish.

"Who are they?" Thomas asked, pointing at the receding figures.

"Persian," the Jew replied. "I have some...business dealings with him."

I guess I'm borrowing money from you at high interest rates, Thomas muttered to himself.

"But they seem... a little... different from other Persians?" Thomas said.

"Yes, they are not Star and Crescent believers, they are Zoroastrians."

"Are there still Zoroastrians in Persia?" Thomas asked curiously. Zoroastrianism was a loose term used by outsiders; a more accurate name would be Zoroastrianism, or Zoroastrianism.

Of course, it doesn’t matter what it is called now, because Persia has been conquered by the Star-Crescent Church, and the Persians have also actively or passively believed in the Star-Crescent Church.

"Of course, it's not easy for a religion to die out," the Jew replied. "Sir, even though the sacred fire was extinguished, churches were destroyed, and believers were killed or forced to convert, there are always some who survive. To be honest, there are more of them in Kiev than you think. Recently, many Zoroastrians have contacted me."

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"Zoroastrians...gathering in Ross?" Thomas pondered, this seemed a little strange.

"It seems so... But, Your Excellency, you are not here to investigate this matter, are you?" The Jew said with a smile. "Knight Commander Thomas."

But Zoroastrianism had nothing to do with Thomas; he was just a little curious.

Even though he had a damaged godhead hidden within him, Thomas knew that he was still an atheist.

Thomas was still a little surprised that the other party could tell his name.

"you know me?"

"I just happened to hear about you," the Jew said. "I've long heard that the Order has a new Grand Master, and now I have the opportunity to meet him for the first time."

Thomas naturally didn't believe these words.

There were too many Grand Masters in the Order. Or rather, a Grand Master was merely a lower-ranking official within the Order, roughly the equivalent of the "Section Chiefs" Thomas had known in his previous life. At first glance, they sounded like important figures, but a closer look revealed them to be mere ants.

At most, it is just a larger ant.

I'm afraid the Jews are more interested in the annexed city - or rather the market town - under Thomas's control. After all, even now, Thomas has not allowed the Jews to set foot there.

Thomas also instinctively hated these vampires.

Because he knew exactly what these vampires would do if they gained power—using them as urinals was fine, but if they sincerely treated, accepted, or helped the Jews, they would be retaliated against. In his past life, he had seen this happen many times.

Perhaps noticing the obvious disdain on Thomas's face, the Jew smiled.

"By the way, Sir Thomas, to show my goodwill, there is a piece of news you may need to know."

"what news?"

"Do you know someone named Bahador in the Star-Moon Cult community?"

"I know." Thomas thought of the old man, remembering how he spoke harsh words while his body trembled slightly. "What's wrong?"

Is he dead? But at that age, it's normal for him to die.

"They say he's seriously ill and has a high fever," the Jew said. "He's making arrangements for his funeral now."

"Then...what does that have to do with me?" Thomas asked curiously.

"The Star and Crescent believers blamed his death on you, my Lord," the Jew smiled. "They believe you were the cause of his death."

"I'm afraid this is a misunderstanding," said Thomas.

"Indeed," said the Jew. "But let us return to the subject. Sir Thomas, your presence is a great honor to my humble abode. What brings you here?"

"What if I'm here to borrow money?"

"You are joking, my Lord. If you want to borrow money, it is naturally a small matter. I will arrange it as soon as possible for an amount up to ten thousand florins. For more, you may have to wait a little longer."

"It seems my credit is pretty good."

"Indeed, you are a first-rate, high-quality customer. We are happy to do business with people like you."

"I heard that you have established communication channels between different countries and regions?"

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, but it's true. We've set up the necessary post stations for messengers to travel back and forth. Of course, our efficiency isn't as good as that of a national government, and only large Jewish communities can bear this burden, so we're not exactly well-informed. More often than not, we simply know information that the nobles deem confidential."

It turned out to be the case.

Thomas estimated that if he rode two horses by himself, used the post stations to transfer trains along the way, and used the "800-mile express" method, he should be able to return to Bohemia in a short time, at least within ten days.

If you travel day and night, three to five days will be enough. The round trip will only take ten days.

In other words, he only needed to ask for a short leave from the Knights Templar and then he could go to Bohemia and back.

"What if someone wants to use the post station?" Thomas asked.

"Of course, no problem. As long as you pay the appropriate compensation, what's wrong with that? Of course, we can't handle issues like entry and exit procedures."

These days, there's no such thing as a hassle. There are no cameras or surveillance posts along the border.

Perhaps even the concept of "national border" is a vague one. At most, there are some patrols, but there are many loopholes.

The king and the nobles didn't care. They controlled the borders, and their only concern was collecting taxes and keeping the large and medium-sized caravans safe. As for the lone travelers... they had no control over them, and didn't want to.

Even if he encountered a patrol, Thomas wasn't afraid. If he couldn't defeat them, he could always run away.

The only problem is, what can I do if I run back alone?

It seems like there is nothing I can do.

Thomas had some idea of ​​his own strength. He could handle a small group of three or five, and even eight or ten, but not hundreds or even thousands.

If the opponent is holding something like a musket or a heavy crossbow, well, even three or five of them may not be able to defeat them.

It would be great if I could be a protector of the country.

The guardian of the country has the power to fight against a thousand people, or even to annihilate a thousand people.

This kind of strength can influence a war, turn a battle, and decide a fight.

Unfortunately, my level is only between the low and mid-level elites, not even the high-level ones. I am at a loss when facing a few muskets.

So from this point, we can see how powerful the power of the rotten nightmare is. If it were him, he would have the power to barely change the whole battle.

Even assassinating the enemy commander on the battlefield... you can give it a try.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and Thomas felt heavy in his heart, as if a fire was pent up.

A feeling of powerlessness. This was the first time he felt powerlessness since coming to Kiev.

Perhaps this is why there is no open protection of the country in this era.