A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The Russians are the nemesis of the Crescent Moon Religion. In past life memories, more than a dozen Russo-Turkish wars had beaten the Crescent Moon Religionists who were rampant in Europe to the point where they could not take care of themselves.

In Kyiv, it is not the turn of the Crescent Moon Cult to be arrogant.

Their tricks don't work here!

The Grand Duke's troops were probably investigating them now. The Russians had no problem robbing pagans.

"It is said that the old man was so scared and angry that he fell seriously ill when he returned home," said Janos.

"I think I heard someone say that. How come he finally died?" Thomas didn't care.

"Yes, his illness recurred, and he finally passed away two days ago," Yanos said. "However, the Star-Moon Cult has already blamed you for his death. I'm worried they will retaliate. My lord, please be careful in the near future."

"I'll try to go out as little as possible," Thomas said.

He didn't pay much attention to it. Assassination was not an easy task these days.

Especially knights like the assassin Thomas.

Because the consequences are too serious.

The Knights are not fools, they will definitely take revenge, and it will definitely be bloody revenge.

The Grand Duke would not be happy to see a civil war between Christians and believers of indigenous gods, but he would not care about the life and death of the Star and Crescent believers.

After all, there were only a few hundred or a thousand Star-Moon Cultists, so if they died, they would be worthless. Not to mention that they loved to stir up trouble.

Thomas believed that the Crescent Moon Cultists were not all fools. If the old man were alive, they might still gather together and obey his orders. But with him dead, it would be hard to say.

Of course, even if you don’t care that much, it’s always better to be prepared.

Thomas looked down at his bracelet. It was a protective bracelet made from the skull of a beast lord.

The old miser’s craftsmanship is indeed exquisite.

The bracelet may seem unremarkable, made of bone, but it can create a thin film-like protective layer on the body surface, making it impervious to ordinary swords and knives.

Normally, the effect is roughly equivalent to leather armor, but by pinching a seemingly decorative gem on the bracelet, you can activate the strongest effect.

The strongest effect only lasts for about half an hour. Once all the energy is exhausted, it will take a whole day to automatically recharge and recover.

The advantage is that the duration of the strongest effect can be divided into several uses.

In addition, it can enhance the body's regenerative ability, allowing minor wounds to heal in minutes.

I don't know what the limit of this thing is. Anyway, Thomas doesn't dare to try it with a musket or a heavy crossbow yet.

But with it, I should be able to sleep peacefully.

……

Xingyue Community, morgue.

The sky outside was already full of stars.

A burly young man was kneeling in front of a fine coffin.

There was a scimitar lying beside him, half drawn from its sheath.

Under the flickering light, the exposed half of the scimitar flashed with an indescribable light.

The man stared at the coffin, his eyes slightly red.

Behind him, several other people were kneeling.

"Is that... the guy named Thomas?" the young man asked. "I just... went out with the caravan!"

"Yes, Master Bahador was killed by him," another person said respectfully. "Not even a day after Master came back, he started having a fever. He had a fever for several days straight and kept talking nonsense!"

"Why didn't you report it to the police? Do those Knights have the right to disregard the law?" the man said coldly. "They killed people in public and injured and frightened my father!"

"Well... the Knights were here to capture Assassin." The person who spoke didn't know how to respond. "We didn't know that at the time."

Assassins are taboo. Although Assassins can be considered as a branch of the Star-Moon Cult, even the Star-Moon Cult members of other sects regard Assassins as poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts.

So, reporting it to the police is useless. Or rather, they won't even bother with you. Because they are the officials themselves!

"Even if they're the Assassins, they just randomly come here to arrest people without any prior communication... They completely disregard us! These damned infidels! My father was only acting legally and reasonably," the young man shouted. "And the man in charge... what's his name?"

"Thomas, that knight's name is Thomas. He has now been promoted to Knight Commander for his meritorious service."

"For killing my father?" The young man's mouth twitched. But no one answered.

Everyone was very cautious, afraid of angering this person.

"That Thomas...who is he?"

"A young knight from Bohemia... He's said to be a very strong and well-respected leader."

"Very strong? Then what about his parents? What about his relatives and lovers?" the young man asked sternly.

"It seems... none of them are in Kiev. But after we investigated him, we found a very interesting phenomenon."

Section 74 Secret Mission 1

"What phenomenon?"

"Our investigation revealed that Thomas, who came from Bohemia, first joined the Knights Templar as a trainee knight under Grand Master Alar. Then, all his colleagues were killed in a pagan attack. He then appeared to have a conflict with his superior, Grand Master Alar. Then, Alar was assassinated, and he managed to escape, joining the ranks of Inquisitor Bai Lan and becoming a full knight."

"Then, he clashed with his superior, Bai Lan, who was seriously injured and recuperating. He rose to power again and was promoted to Knight Commander."

Hearing this, the young man's eyes became even colder.

If there is only one coincidence, maybe it really is a coincidence.

But once, twice, and now three times. Either a colleague or a superior died? And he himself was safe and sound, and even rose through the ranks?

How could a person be so lucky?

How can all good things happen to you?

What dangers are taken by others?

"There's definitely something fishy about this Thomas!" the young man said coldly. "What's his background?"

"We went to Bohemia to inquire. We couldn't trace this man's identity back to the beginning. Bohemia was engulfed in civil war, and the Chomutov Monastery where he came from was also drawn into the conflict. The monks were scattered, and we couldn't trace him back."

"A coincidence? Just a key player... there must be someone behind the scenes! But the civil war is over now. If we ask around after a while, we should be able to get some information." The young man snorted. "I'll leave it to you. Spend some money and find out who our Knight Commander Thomas is!"

"Damned pagan... the murder of my father is irreconcilable! Just wait... no matter what your origins are..."

The young man muttered to himself softly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

……

When it was dark, Thomas returned to his residence, washed up, and lay down on the bed to rest.

Of course, I habitually looked at the damaged godhead before going to bed.

Most of the divine power that was consumed when I went to Bohemia has been restored.

It can be said that this adjacent city is prosperous and crowded, and there are many religious ceremonies in the churches.

Thomas's residence is right next to the church, and it can be said that he basically never leaves the church. In this way, the income from divine power is naturally considerable.

Of course, no matter how impressive it is, it cannot compare to the St. Sophia Cathedral in Kiev.

Above the damaged divine body, the shadow of the sacrificial knife is still there.

Thomas gave up for now. It was hard to say what effect this sacrificial knife's phantom had. At least for now, it looked harmless. Harmless things could be put aside for now.

But before I could close my eyelids, there was a sudden and urgent knock on the door.

Thomas quickly dressed, walked to the door and flung it open.

Standing outside the door was a member of the team, panting and sweating.

"Master Thomas, we have a visitor."

"Guest?" A guest at this late hour? But judging from his state, he knew this guest was unusual.

"Take me there right now!" Thomas said without hesitation.

This kind of urgent matter is rare. Obviously something important happened and it happened at this time.

Thomas went downstairs and arrived at the guest hall on the first floor.

In those days, there was no electricity, candles were expensive, and the light was poor, so there wasn't much to do after dark. Everyone went to bed early. Only the wealthy could afford to hold evening events.

At this moment, there were only two guests seated in the hall, one sitting and the other standing.

Thomas looked at the man sitting there and his heart skipped a beat.

This person was none other than the Inquisitor, whom I hadn't seen for a while—he also served as the branch leader of the Knights Templar.

This person came over here on his own initiative, definitely not to have tea and chat.

Something big happened.

"Your Excellency the Judge..." Thomas began to speak, his heart skipping a beat.

Because the presiding judge had a smile on his face, a very gentle and kind smile.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like the old fox characters that often appear in movies and TV series in Thomas's past life.

Whenever the old fox tricks the protagonist and supporting characters into committing suicide, he usually has this kind of smile on his face.

"Knight Commander Thomas," the presiding judge said. "The Knights have an urgent mission."

"Ah? Um... can't you just send a document? Do you need to come in person?"

"Ah, this is a confidential mission." The presiding judge winked at the person next to him. The latter understood, patted the leading team member, and the two walked out together.

Now only Thomas and the judge were left here.

"Knight Commander Thomas, to put it simply, there is a very, very important mission here. It could be dangerous, and we need a young, promising, devout, loyal, and reliable person to carry it out."

"I won't do a mission that will get me killed!" Thomas wanted to say this, but he knew he couldn't be so direct, so he pretended to be hesitant.

The presiding judge seemed not to notice Thomas's expression. He stood up, paced a few steps, and then turned back.

"We need someone to infiltrate among those pagans!" he said decisively.

"Huh?" Thomas looked puzzled.

"Have you ever heard of the Bulgar Khanate?"

"No." Thomas looked ignorant.

Seeing that Thomas hadn't fallen for his ruse, the presiding judge sighed. "Simply put, a coup d'état took place. Bulgar Khan suddenly fell ill, becoming paralyzed on one side of his body, losing his ability to move and speak. According to tradition, one of his sons must serve as regent. And everyone knew this regent would be the next Khan." He paused, then continued. "So, his sons began fighting, and in the end, his eldest son emerged victorious, temporarily."

"Is there something wrong with this?" Thomas asked.

"If you ignore the possibility that the eldest son isn't the Khan's biological son, then there's nothing wrong with that." The presiding judge smiled this time. "Many people in their country, many, many people, believe he was the product of an affair, and that his biological father might be a sword-bearing guard? Or perhaps a servant? He looks nothing like his father: personality, appearance... nothing. Even the old Khan himself has expressed doubts on more than one occasion. Some even speculate on the timing, deeming him unlikely to be the Khan's biological son. The old Khan simply didn't have time to act. There are even rumors that he was the one who poisoned the Khan's acute illness."

"And his brutal treatment of his brothers seems to prove this point from another perspective. He killed all of his brothers, which was unprecedented. Only one, his youngest brother, who looked almost identical to the old Khan, escaped from Bulgar City under the protection of his loyal guards. His current whereabouts are unknown. Perhaps he is still in Bulgar? Or perhaps he has come to Kiev. Of course, other possibilities are also possible."

"But what does this matter have to do with pagans?"

"The Grand Duke has ordered the child to be brought alive!" the presiding judge said. "He wants it delivered alive to his palace, but you know, the Grand Duke has many enemies. They're worried that the pagan priests might secretly protect the child. If he were to escape through Kiev and into another country under their protection, it would mean a missed opportunity. The Grand Duke would be furious."

He and Thomas met eyes. "The Knights have an unshirkable responsibility in this matter. We need a spy among those pagans to ensure this doesn't happen."

In fact, everything the prince said was just an excuse. The real thing was to deal with those cultists later. Thomas thought silently.

Section 75 Secret Mission 2

"I want to ask, why me?" Thomas asked.

"Your piety and ability have been unanimously recognized by the upper echelons of the Knights."

Uh... that seems to be true. But am I really pious?

At heart, I am an atheist.

If God could see through my heart, he would strike me to death with thunder.

"But I'm worried they'll recognize me..." Thomas said. "I've been here for almost a year and have met a lot of people."

"So here's something you can try." The judge pulled out a pocket and pulled out some...cosmetics.

In this era, men didn't care much about makeup, at least among the Russians.

"I got this with great difficulty from some Persians," said the presiding judge. "Try this."