A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"Just today, three men escaped from the castle over the wall. Were they deserters?"

"No, it's a secret agent," said Giuliano.

"Emissary?"

"Well, go and negotiate with the besieging enemy forces to sell the castle for a reasonable price. They'll be back in the afternoon."

"Uh... if it's a secret emissary, the fewer people the better, right? Will we need three?"

"They belong to three different teams," Giuliano replied.

The other man's face twitched. "Why? Didn't we just win? We just thwarted the enemy's plan, inflicted heavy losses, and eliminated a traitor among us... You didn't betray me before, so why would you betray me after winning?"

"That brings us to another issue... The current situation makes it easier to raise the price," Giuliano replied. "Before, even if we wanted to sell, we couldn't get a good price. At most, we could just surrender and avoid death. Many people wouldn't accept such an offer, preferring to take a gamble. But things are different now."

"I have to say... I really don't understand what's going on in the minds of you knights!"

"Future warfare will undergo fundamental changes, and mercenaries are unsuitable for it," Giuliano said. "Because ultimately, they only want to sell themselves for a good price, and that's always the case."

"Who told you that?"

"That's Thomas, the one who just left, one of my students," Giuliano sighed. "He's a genius, with a lot of... well, fantastic ideas that aren't even understood by the world. I used to think they were just unrealistic rhetoric, but now it seems he truly possesses a vision that transcends the average person. He's given me a lot of inspiration."

"Well, in your current state, do you still have the leisure to care about your students?"

"Oh, what do you think I should do?"

"Quickly suppress those traitors! Purge them!"

"There's no way to suppress the purge," Giuliano said. "There are too many. There are already three emissaries sent out, and there will be more who haven't yet been sent out, or who will be sent soon." He held up three fingers. "In three days, at most, the castle will be captured."

"Then...you still let your student intercept the military pay? Is there any point?"

"Hah, no. It's about the man who transported the military pay, Olaf. Olaf the Red-Eye."

"Who is that?"

"One of Count Jaromil's most capable men, a ruthless, bloodthirsty mercenary with exceptional eyesight and a knack for tracking and hunting. If we withdraw, I guarantee he'll lead the pursuit." Giuliano gestured casually into the distance. "There used to be a village there. After seizing the monastery, I tried to convince the villagers to leave, but they refused. Then, when the army arrived, the village was wiped out."

He spoke in an indescribable tone and used the rare word "clear".

"Men were beheaded, women were gang-raped and then disemboweled, and children were skinned for entertainment."

"And all this was done by Olaf the Red-Eye."

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On the highway at dusk, a group of people were marching along the road at a moderate pace.

The group consisted of eight horsemen, followed by a two-horse cart.

The horses formed a vanguard, with the wagons at the rear.

There are two walkers coming towards us from the front.

Judging from their clothes, they must be farmers from nearby. Judging from their faces, they must be father and son.

Seeing such a team coming, the father and son chose to stand far away on the side of the road to avoid colliding with each other.

The leader of this team is a man of medium build with an honest face. When seeing that face, everyone will subconsciously think that he is a trustworthy person.

However, when he squinted his eyes, all the honest features on his face disappeared, transforming into a face that revealed a hideous look. It was hard to imagine that a person's face could be completely distorted by such a small movement, but that was exactly what happened.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the father and son in the distance.

"Captain Olaf," a thin man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks rode up on his horse. "What's wrong with those two? There's something wrong."

"It's dusk already," Olaf muttered to himself. "That means these two people's homes must be in a very nearby area... There must be a village here. It's relatively wealthy, and there are women..."

"Captain, but... they should be the Earl's subjects, right? Taking action here... wouldn't it be... inappropriate? And we are shouldering an important mission now..." The thin man hesitated.

Chapter 67 Divination 5

"Fool!" Olaf said with disdain. "It's precisely because we have an important mission that we can do it. If we were really traveling light, we wouldn't be able to do anything."

"Ah?" The subordinates looked confused.

Olaf smiled, took out his waterskin, and drank. "Let me ask you, since we shoulder such a heavy responsibility, when faced with a threat, don't we have the natural right to improvise and act accordingly?"

"Of course. Military affairs come first."

"So, we can do anything! Including resting in a village for one night. And by the way, we can eliminate some enemies that may threaten the goods!" Olaf narrowed his eyes again and looked at the farmer father and son who had neither weapons nor armor.

"Go!" This time he gave the order. "Capture those two spies!"

In a few minutes the peasant father and his son were brought before Olaf at sword-holding.

They had no idea what was happening, let alone what was about to happen, so they honestly explained their origins.

They do live in a small, secluded village nearby.

Because of its remote location, the recent war had little impact on the village. The lord's steward had gone off to fight, so he hadn't come to Lavradin. Things in the village remained the same, even better than before, with the addition of a few war refugees from the outside world.

There are now about a hundred people in the whole village, most of whom are the elderly, the weak, women and children, and there are only about ten young and middle-aged people.

"Well, let's change direction and stay in the village for one night. Everyone get ready. This time we encountered a group of people who looked like bandits, and we had to wipe them out just in case." Olaf smiled with a slight smugness.

"Wait, master, what are you talking about?" Olaf did not hide it, so the father realized that something seemed to be wrong.

"It's nothing, just wiping out a group of suspicious elements who are suspected to be bandits." Olaf laughed this time, then drew his sword, and with a flash of sword light, he chopped off his son's head.

The father was stunned for a moment, then began to struggle violently after several seconds, and was then stabbed in the back by the soldier who was pulling him.

The father and son threw themselves into the dust on the roadside, their eyes wide open as they died.

"You're unlucky to have met me!" Olaf sneered and wiped the blood off the corpse.

"Move!" Olaf shouted to the group. "Let's stay in the village tonight and enjoy the wine and women!"

A group of people cheered in response, leaving behind the two corpses, and the carriage accelerated, heading straight for the village mentioned earlier.

Things were simpler than expected. They easily found the path leading to the village in the afterglow of the sunset.

Then, before it got completely dark, we arrived at the village gate.

It was an ordinary little village... one without any defensive walls. Furthermore, a light carriage could be seen parked outside the village.

In addition to the carriage, there were two horses.

It was obvious that some travelers were passing by and staying temporarily in the village.

Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on Olaf's face.

But soon, something even happier happened. When he stopped his horse to observe the whole village, a woman came out of the house.

She wasn't just any village girl, but a woman of considerable status and wealth. She was probably a merchant's wife or concubine, perhaps even a widow inheriting the family business. Her clothing was exotic, the fabric exquisite. She was young, her skin fair, unlike the village girls whose skin had darkened or yellowed from the sun and rain.

Her hair was carefully combed, and she looked graceful in this rural village.

She seemed to be holding a crystal ball in her hand, but I didn't know what it was for.

But you don't need to know.

Olaf's eyes lit up. "This woman is mine!" he said to his men.

The men weren't surprised. After all, it had always been the norm for the boss to get the best share. There were hundreds of people in the village anyway, and at least a dozen young women, so one for each was more than enough.

"How to do it?" asked one of the men.

"Haha, you're new here, you don't understand," another of the men said. "First, call the village chief and have him gather everyone... then we can start!"

Since they now have official status, they should of course make full use of this status.

First, trick the villagers out and gather them together. Then, kill all the young and strong men who can resist. Finally, distribute the young and young women among the survivors and eat them. The rest will be imprisoned in a house. Then, kill them all before leaving tomorrow.

Of course, it goes without saying that spending some time to search for treasures is a necessary operation.

"Following Captain Olaf brings us many benefits!" said another. "Shall I go find the village chief?"

"No need." Olaf stared at the carriage and the woman. "Let's try a quicker way."

"Faster?"

"Wouldn't it be quicker for them to come to me instead of us going to find him?"

"Everyone, be careful! This woman might be a spy for the rebels!" he shouted. "Catch her!"

Everyone responded, dismounted and rushed towards the woman.

The woman seemed stunned, or perhaps confused about the situation. She didn't hide or run away, but just stood there stupidly.

Behind the woman, another man in a helmet came out of the building.

This one was fully armed, obviously a bodyguard or something like that.

Ordinary business travelers, even if armed, would take them off during their rest time. Only professional warriors like mercenaries would be armed at all times.

"Spy, what spy are you talking about?" the man asked.

"We are Count Jaromil's soldiers, and we now suspect that you are spies. Put down your weapons and accept questioning, otherwise we will kill you for spying on military secrets!" Olaf announced loudly.

"You have a really good eye." said the other party.

"Put down your weapons, or... um... what did you say?" Olaf narrowed his eyes, feeling a little ridiculous.

"I mean, you have a pretty good eye."

Olaf squinted his eyes again, no, this time he should say blinked, and felt a little dizzy.

"Since you've discovered me, there's nothing I can do. Please go to hell!"

The man rushed over, and with the flash of his sword, he had already cut one of Olaf's leading men in two, head and shoulders apart.

Everyone drew their swords and prepared to fight. Only Olaf turned and ran away. This is the difference between a wise man and a fool.

Run towards the mount. As long as you get on the warhorse, you still have a chance to escape.

Then he heard a gunshot behind him.

Not their guns.

Although they carried guns, they were heavy and inconvenient, so they placed them on the saddles and carts and did not carry them with them.

Before he could come to his senses, the force of the impact had already sent Olaf tumbling several times on the ground. He also saw how his men were being chopped down one by one by the sword.

There was no decent resistance at all. The strongest one could only barely block for a moment and was immediately killed by the second sword.

Then the man came to Olaf, who was lying on the ground and unable to get up.

"Wait... I am... I am..." Olaf tried to force a smile. "Don't kill me, I am..."

"I don't care who you are! You've met me, so just blame your bad luck."

The opponent raised his sword and thrust it down. A chill instantly penetrated Olaf's nerves.

His eyes were wide open and he died with his eyes open.

Chapter 68 Farewell 1

After Thomas killed all the people in this small group, he went to the carriage.

The target was indeed on this two-horse carriage.

Bags and bags of gold... A rough calculation shows that it should be 50,000 florins.

This was the replacement military pay that was sent - most of the previous military pay was robbed by Thomas, so they had to quickly allocate some funds.

After all, these days, gold coins are an important condition for maintaining military morale.

Without money, not only will the mercenaries turn against you, but even the troops directly under you will soon lose their morale.

Unless there is an opportunity to plunder enemy territory, there is no way to fight a war without money.

So, in this case, Giuliano's situation will be much better.

At least in the short term, the besieging army has absolutely no ability to launch an attack.

Several villagers came over trembling with fear.

The oldest one is the village chief.

"Listen up," Thomas said to the village chief. "These are Count Jaromil's soldiers, so you have three choices. The first is to capture me and claim the reward. Of course, I will resist. You can see if I dare to kill everyone in this village!" He looked at the villagers with an arrogant look. No one dared to look him in the eye, including the village chief. "The second is to report to the lord after I leave, and then wait for the soldiers to come and extort, rape and plunder. The last is to help me dispose of the body so that it can never be found. As for these extra horses and carts, I will leave them all to you. Choose one!"

The village chief and several other villagers looked at each other, but even a fool knew which one to choose.