A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"What use are you?" Thomas laughed in his heart but asked.

I originally wanted to scare her, but it seems that even the scare can be omitted.

"I... I'm... I'm a fortune teller!" The woman took out her crystal ball and stammered. "I can... I can predict fate..."

“That’s no use,” Thomas said.

Gandalf had previously explained divination to him in detail.

Divination itself will disturb a person's destiny. Even if some result is obtained, the process in between will most likely be completely changed, and may even have a considerable negative impact.

As for trying to change one's fate through divination, that's even worse. It involves so many complex issues... who knows what the consequences might be, or if you get entangled in some horrible things. You might even get killed by a meteorite the moment you step out!

These were Gandalf's exact words, and Thomas had remembered them all.

In short, fortune-telling is one of those things where "small gambles can amuse you, but big gambles can hurt your feelings." It's fine to do it occasionally, but if you want to rely on fortune-telling, or even depend on it, then you're courting death.

"I...I...I really can see the future," the woman said eagerly. "I...I knew before that by joining this team...I could make money...a lot of money..."

"Ah." Thomas said meaningfully.

Facts seem to prove Gandalf's foresight once again.

This woman foresees a future, but cannot see beyond it.

Thomas has no interest in these animals (except his own mount), but their value is also limited.

It was worth perhaps a few dozen, or at most a few hundred florins. In other words, "making a lot of money" undoubtedly referred to the document Thomas had already collected.

"Wait," the woman said, her body stiff with nervousness. She knew she was about to face the final judgment. If she couldn't prove her worth, she would probably be killed.

In this desolate place, the body doesn't even need to be dealt with and no one will find it.

In other words, what would happen even if someone found out?

In this day and age, is there anyone who can deduce and find the murderer based on the marks on the corpse?

"I can find the way!" said the woman.

This time Thomas was immediately interested.

It was the middle of nowhere and it was almost night, so he had no idea where to go.

Thomas did not have that kind of keen intuition for finding his way, so he could only barely tell the direction by the sun or stars. If there was no sun or stars, he would rely on a compass.

"I'm going to Bohemia," said Thomas.

"I can help you, sir. I'm useful, very useful!" the woman said. "I can show you the way, and I can help you..."

“Just show me the way.” Thomas waved his hand.

The most important thing is to get out of this damn mountain area as soon as possible.

Once you get past that damn pass, the Hungarian Plain is no longer a problem. Compared to Rus, the Hungarian Plain is much more developed, making it easy to find people. It's also convenient for getting directions and shopping.

He reached out and pulled the woman up from the ground.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Freya, my lord," the woman replied.

"Russian? Hungarian? Polish?" Thomas asked. He couldn't tell the other person's nationality from their appearance.

"I don't know, sir," the woman replied timidly. "I was an abandoned baby, adopted by a witch."

"Witch?"

"But I haven't learned those evil witchcrafts. I only know divination." The woman quickly defended herself.

She took the time to glance at the crystal ball. The danger foreshadowed in the crystal ball had faded and was almost gone.

Then she breathed a sigh of relief.

“You only know how to tell fortunes…how do you tell fortunes?

"The crystal ball is the only thing I use for divination. I don't need anything else or any other preparations," the woman said. "The witch told me this is my special gift."

"Anytime, anywhere?"

"Anytime, anywhere," Freya replied.

“How do we get there?” Thomas asked.

"This way." The woman pointed.

It would have been fine if no one showed me the way just now, but now that someone is pointing me the way, it looks like this... is a narrow path!

It's a narrow path that few people walk on, so it's almost hidden by nature.

He was overjoyed. The presence of a narrow path proved that this was a feasible route.

The two men led the mule and horse forward - after about ten minutes, a narrow intersection appeared in front of them.

The traces of the road here are even clearer. In other words, even without paying close attention, you can tell that this is a road.

Thomas frowned slightly, then stood over here.

"Who! Hiding here stealthily?!" he shouted.

A few seconds later, three men dressed in mountain folk clothing emerged from the bushes.

The three should be full-time or part-time hunters, all carrying bows and arrows.

In the darkness, their greedy eyes were clearly visible.

In the wilderness, it's easy to switch roles between hunter and bandit. In fact, whether it's the sea, the mountains, or the desert, part-time bandits are common.

The number was three to two, and one of them was a woman without any fighting ability, so they had evil intentions.

Freya nervously took out the crystal ball and took a look, but the crystal ball did not show any danger.

She felt relieved immediately.

"Leave your belongings behind and I'll spare your lives!" said the leading bandit.

Thomas said nothing, but with a flick of his hand, he had already grabbed the flintlock.

As usual, the ranged ones go first. He fired a shot, then drew his sword and rushed forward.

Chapter 59: Fortune Teller 3

Thomas moved too fast.

The first bandit was shot down with one shot, and the other two bandits shot two arrows in panic, but both missed. They also lost their only means of counterattack.

After a gunshot, the next thing was over in ten seconds.

All I can say is that part-time work is part-time work. I failed to accurately judge the distance and was not mentally prepared to face sudden accidents, so I became a dead soul under the sword.

After dispatching the three bandits, Thomas looted the place as usual and continued on his way, following the moonlight and starlight.

The further you walk, the clearer and smoother the road under your feet becomes.

Finally, the road was in good condition enough for people to ride on horseback (rather than walking with their horses led). Furthermore, dogs could be heard barking in the distance. This was clearly the right path.

Finally passed this damn mountain pass.

Thomas thought, then turned around and saw the woman named Freya.

"Can you help me divine where I can find a suitable place to rest and replenish supplies?" Thomas asked.

Although I could hear dogs barking in the distance, I couldn't tell where they were.

It could be a simple mountain villager, but it could also be a bandit’s lair in the mountains.

"Go...forward." Freya stared at the crystal ball. "We won't arrive until tomorrow noon, maybe even later."

Damn, this divination is really amazing.

"Why were you so frightened earlier that you couldn't even get up from the ground?" Thomas asked. "But just now, you weren't afraid at all when facing three bandits."

"The divination gave me guidance, my lord."

"You mean..."

"I saw my life in danger before, very close to my life. But not just now."

Facts have proved this point. The three bandits are nothing to Thomas.

But there was a problem, that was Thomas had no intention of killing her, not from the beginning, at most he just wanted to scare her.

Then, the danger in her divination undoubtedly came from those three bandits.

So... well, now she should be in the situation that Gandalf mentioned, where relying on the divination results would lead to backlash (of course Gandalf didn't say so, but everyone understands the meaning)?

Combined with her behavior during their previous encounter with the Beast Demon Lord, Thomas gradually understood. This woman had become highly dependent on divination, even using it to counteract its backlash.

It's really a miracle that I survived.

But... maybe bringing her along would be very useful?

At noon the next day, following the guidance of divination, Thomas found himself at an inn set up by the Jews.

Like other post stations, it also serves as a part-time inn.

It’s important to note that this wasn’t a post station on Thomas’s original route—after all, the Jews couldn’t have laid out just one road. Their messaging system must have been extensive.

However, Thomas can still obtain free services with the files.

Although his mount was not very tired, Thomas still changed horses here and sold other extra mounts and luggage in exchange for nearly one hundred florins.

Thomas gave half of the money to Freya.

The latter was stunned when he received the money, obviously a little surprised.

"If you come with me to Bohemia," Thomas said, "and use your strength for my service, I promise you half of all the profits!"

The woman's eyes lit up immediately.

Her previous divination indicated that she could make a fortune by joining this team crossing the mountain.

For a moment she thought it was the certificate worth ten thousand florins.

But no matter what, a few dozen florins are definitely not considered a "big fortune" at the moment, but perhaps the trajectory of fate is different from what she expected.

After all, fate always works in a way that is difficult for humans to understand and ultimately achieves its goal.

"My pleasure, sir!" she said humbly.

As they were talking, the innkeeper came over.

"Sir, the news you requested has arrived," said the innkeeper, pulling out a document.

It was nothing more than the latest update on the Bohemian Civil War that Thomas desperately needed.

From the documents, we can roughly understand the situation of the entire civil war.

The protagonists of the war were Count Svetoperk Zzyrka of Boleslav County on one side and Count Jaromír Pszemys of Litoměřice County on the other.

The entire war began with a surprise attack, with Count Svetopelk launching harassment on the border and then forcing Count Jaromil to increase his troops on the border.

Then, suddenly, Count Svetopelk launched a series of surprise attacks, first swiftly capturing the Chomutov Monastery, or rather the Chomutov Castle, and driving a nail into the enemy's rear. Then, just as Count Jaromil was desperately trying to pull out this nail, an elite force of over a thousand men suddenly appeared behind Jaromil's border troops, severing their logistics.

This then led to a very natural and huge failure.

Let alone this era, even in Thomas's previous life, this was the case. Even a disciplined, well-trained, and highly motivated modern army would find it difficult to cope with such a situation, let alone a medieval army.

Count Jaromil's border troops were almost annihilated, and the enemy then marched straight on the county capital, Žateži.

Moreover, Zatazhi lacked reinforcements, as the remaining forces were still attacking Chomutov Castle. Before removing this thorn, they were unable to return to Zatazhi's aid.

At this point, Count Jaromil seemed doomed to failure.

In other words, if he relied solely on his own strength, he would be doomed to fail.

But unfortunately, Count Jaromil, he is a member of the Pseudoepsis family.

The Pseud family was the undisputed ruler of the Duchy of Bohemia, and his elder brother was the current Duke of Bohemia.

The two were said to not get along well, so many people felt that the Duke would not interfere in the war between the two vassals.

But they guessed wrong.

Just when Count Jaromil was in crisis and the city of Žatež was on the verge of collapse, his brother sent reinforcements.

As a result, the originally clear battle situation became chaotic and unclear again.