A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

If you have to pass through urgently, the only way is to find a mountain guide.

However, there is more than one road on the mountain. Different mountain people live in different areas, and the routes that the guides are familiar with are also different.

Some are walking only, while others allow horses.

The former is more common, while the latter is rare.

It should be noted that the people shouting are professionals, not real guides leading the way.

Thomas looked around for a long time and only saw a group that allowed horses to travel with him. Unfortunately, he was a step too late and the group was already full and refused to add new people.

Helpless, he hesitated and considered whether to give up his mount. He would just go down the mountain and find a place to buy a new one.

Although there are twists and turns and it will take up a lot of time, it is better than wasting time waiting here.

While hesitating, he heard a new shout from the other side.

"A small mountain path, an old guide... you are allowed to bring a horse..."

Thomas' ears immediately pricked up.

Following the sound, I saw a thin man holding a red-painted wooden sign.

"Is it allowed to bring horses across the mountain here?" Thomas asked.

"Yes, you can bring your mount, but you have to pay an extra price. Do you understand?" the other party looked at Thomas and asked.

"I know. How do I collect it?" Thomas breathed a sigh of relief.

If you take your mount with you, it won't take much time.

"Two horses for ten florins!" said the thin man in a deep voice.

"Ten florins...!?" Thomas was immediately surprised.

Actually, it doesn't take much time to cross this mountain. Even walking doesn't take much time.

And ten florins... If a farmer has a good life without any illness or disaster, and does not have any major expenses (such as a high dowry for a daughter), he will probably have this much savings.

"It's a special time, you can go if you want," the man said impatiently. "Five people at most!"

"when are we leaving?"

"Whether there are enough people or not, we will set off tomorrow morning," said the man.

At this point, the other party was clearly raising the price, and there was nothing much to say. Thomas also gave up trying to bargain.

He decisively paid the deposit, got the agreed location, exchanged names, and then got up and left.

But I don’t know what is really happening in Hungary.

Considering the possible dangers of climbing the mountain, you will also need to prepare some additional equipment.

For example, ropes.

Of course, the name he left behind was not Thomas, but Aragorn.

Tolkien wouldn't ask him for patent fees anyway.

Chapter 51 The Malice of Fate 2

The next morning, it was dawn.

In the small village, groups of people left in batches.

There are seven people in the team, including Thomas.

Five were passengers and two were guides.

The guides were a man and a woman, a married couple, but the man was thin while the woman was big and strong.

This is quite what Thomas wants. At least a couple looks more believable than being single.

Of the other four, one was dressed as a mercenary, carrying weapons and armor. Another was an ascetic monk with a servant, and a woman. The woman's clothing was quite strange, and it was hard to tell what she did.

All I can say is that there is a high possibility that she is a streetwalker.

With the exception of the guide and the servant, everyone had a mount—the Ascetic's was a mule—but Thomas was the only one who had two.

Not long after leaving the village, the team turned into a small road.

After walking non-stop for about two hours, the group finally rested on a flat place.

The leading guide couple sat aside alone, and the remaining four people rested separately.

No one has the time to care about anyone else.

At this time, everyone must have their reasons for spending a lot of money to cross the mountain pass. Even if they hide it on the surface, their hearts must be full of anxiety and worry.

Thomas also took out a few eggs from his bag for breakfast, peeled them and started eating, drinking sips of mare's milk tea from time to time.

The Russians lived in close proximity to nomadic peoples and naturally understood their various diets. This milk tea is nutritious and long-lasting, making it a great choice for replenishing nutrition and hydration on long journeys.

As long as we cross this pass, we will reach the Hungarian Plain, but we don’t know what happened in Hungary.

It would be the worst if civil war really broke out.

However, Rome was not built in a day, and order did not collapse in a day. Thomas felt that as long as he moved fast enough, he should be able to pass through the dangerous area before the situation got worse.

The plan was to spend a day traversing those dangerous paths and reaching the main road. The road wasn't entirely checkpointed, but rather blocked by narrow passes ahead. So it would take a day, and this wasn't their first rest stop, but rather a final rest before departure.

After resting for a while, the group continued on their journey.

Thomas had sensed that something was wrong.

They took a winding road and lost their way.

Although the mountain path was hidden and difficult to follow, the general direction should not have changed. But now their general direction was wrong.

Thomas was wary, but he knew that the road was winding and it was normal to deviate from the direction within a short period of time.

Moreover, it has started snowing in the mountains.

This kind of small-scale climate change in the mountains is extremely difficult to avoid. Although the sun is still shining brightly at the foot of the mountain, it is already snowing heavily here.

The group of people had no choice but to lead their mounts and move forward with difficulty in the snow.

To Thomas's surprise, everyone seemed to be able to bear it, even the mysterious woman.

The group hurried on their way in silence, and the sky gradually darkened.

Thomas glanced at the sky. It was gloomy with dark clouds overhead, and he was afraid there would be a heavy snowstorm.

The snow conditions are not bad now, at least everyone can still walk, but this kind of blizzard...

"Guide, there might be a heavy snowstorm today. We should find a place to hide," he reminded.

Although the plan was for one day, it took half a day longer, or even a day and a night, to get down the mountain. This is an error within the normal range.

Thomas was mentally prepared for this kind of snowstorm in the mountains.

"Don't worry, just turn right and there will be a place to hide over a slope," the male guide replied.

"Okay." Thomas nodded.

Soon, the team climbed over another slope, but they didn't see any place suitable to shelter from the wind and snow on either side.

"There's no way to rest here. Brother, did you remember it wrongly?"

This time it was the ascetic monk who asked. He was the weakest among the group and was obviously a little out of breath.

Fortunately, the snow did not get any heavier.

"That's right, it's nearby. We can just look for it separately." The man from the guide couple answered with a smile.

His eyes looked a little strange, looking around as if he was looking for something.

If this were a forest, Thomas would suspect it was a trap, a spy from the bandit group who had led them into an ambush.

But this is, after all, a high and treacherous mountainous area. Putting everything else aside... just the windy and snowy conditions alone make it impossible for anyone to set up an ambush. Laying in ambush here for a long time, doing nothing, would leave you freezing to death.

Unless there are some very important people among them, it is really not worth it for the robbers to attack them.

Moreover, this kind of thing is very accidental. The King of Hungary would not be so bored as to block the mountain pass every day. Under normal circumstances, who would walk on such a dangerous mountain path?

But... Thomas reminded himself not to ignore it.

He had long since decided to take control of his destiny in this life rather than letting it manipulate him.

The ascetic monk wanted to speak, but held back, his face only showing a hint of annoyance.

As she walked, the woman took out something that looked like a crystal ball, but she only glanced at it briefly before putting it back in her pocket.

However, the guide couple's situation became more serious.

The couple looked around frequently, and occasionally gathered together to talk about something, but they deliberately slowed down their pace when walking. There was definitely something wrong.

After a while, the two of them stopped and rested temporarily in a sheltered valley under the pretext of taking a break.

The wind and snow stopped at this time.

The man walked outside to a high place, and roared towards the mountains and the sky. "Ahhhhhhh!"

Echoes came from the distance.

The ascetic monk seemed to have guessed something, and with a look of disgust, he turned his face away and was too lazy to speak.

The other four people waited there, no one spoke.

Thomas took out the water bag, opened the cork, tilted his head back and took a sip, then put the bag down.

He walked up to the male guide and asked, "Excuse me, what is this for?"

"Nothing, I was just feeling suffocated while walking in the mountains, so I shouted to let off some steam."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed before his eyes. It was Thomas who suddenly rushed forward, grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

"You're lying to me!"

Thomas said coldly.

What a liar!

Are you aware of the lack of oxygen in the mountains? Even if medieval mountain dwellers were uneducated and didn't understand the principles of altitude sickness, their instincts would have taught them.

Don’t talk too much when you are on the top of the mountain!

This is not venting, this is calling!

Who is he calling?

Or something inhuman!

Chapter 52 The Malice of Fate 3

Everyone present seemed frightened by Thomas's sudden action.

Thomas's height, already exceptional for his age, and his physique were even stronger. He grabbed the guide in front of him as easily as an eagle catching a chick.

"Let him go!" The female guide on the side suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed Thomas in the side.

But before the tip of the knife got close to her, Thomas kicked her in the stomach.

Although the woman looked big and strong, and her size was not inferior to Thomas's, she was kicked to the ground and could not struggle for a while.

The guide in Thomas's hand uttered a hateful curse, then pulled out another dagger from behind and stabbed Thomas in the face.

Unfortunately, he stopped halfway through the stab.

Because the sword in Thomas's hand was firmly against his neck.

Even without unleashing its full power, this magic sword modified by Gandalf was still a rare and sharp weapon. The slightest contact with the blade and the icy chill was enough to make one's scalp tingle and the body stiffen.

"Do you have the guts to say another word about what you just said?" Thomas gripped his sword, his face gloomy. "Where is this place? Who are you summoning?!"

"Hehe...are you trying to scare me? Do you dare? Killing someone means paying with your life. If you have the guts, stab me here!"

The other party suddenly reacted and laughed wildly.

There are so many people here, Thomas doesn't dare to take action.

"You think I was scared? I've seen so many pretentious wimps like you. Stop with all this nonsense..."

His voice stopped as he heard the sound of a knife cutting through the flesh and bones of his neck.