A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

He used a flesh-colored sticker to stick to the corner of Thomas's eye, and with the help of the stickiness, he changed the shape of Thomas' eye.

Then draw in eyebrows, dye skin color, and mess up hair.

Thomas quickly took out the mirror and looked at the person in the mirror. He felt that the person did not look like himself.

"Well, I learned this from the Zoroastrians. They rely on this skill to change their appearance. Even if the Star-Moon Cultists set up layers of checkpoints, they can't affect their actions."

"That's really impressive." Thomas exclaimed.

Of course, I said this, but I didn't care in my heart.

I've seen all three of East Asia's evil magic in my past life, so what's this little scene? Do you know Qiao Biluo? Even an old lady can become a loli.

It’s simply that people of this era have limited experience and limited knowledge, so they rarely think in this direction.

"So, how do I join the cult?" Thomas asked. "I can't just go up to them and announce I want to join!"

"That brings us to the point," the presiding judge said. "Look at this."

He took out a neatly folded painting from his pocket and slowly opened it.

The portrait shows none other than Thomas's current appearance.

I can't say it's 100% similar, but 80% or 90% is definitely fine.

"Who... is this?" Thomas finally realized that this matter was not that simple.

This is not an optional task.

"I don't know, except that he was a Hungarian or Bohemian," the presiding judge said. "He was going to join the pagans, but he fell ill on the journey, caught a fever, and began raving nonsense, saying everything he should and shouldn't have. That's how he fell into our sight and ultimately into our hands."

"What a shame," the presiding judge spread his hands. "He died of illness before he could face trial by the Knights. Truly lucky for these damned pagans. In my opinion, he should have been burned at the stake!"

"When I saw him, I immediately thought of you. Thomas, this is a golden opportunity to infiltrate the Pagans! You are the Bohemian," the presiding judge said. "Ross's speech is a bit broken, and his accent is very similar. The height and build are not much different, and this appearance..."

"Wait, why would a Bohemian join the Pagans and be so highly regarded?" Thomas asked. "Isn't this a setup?"

He clearly felt the danger.

He is doing a good job as the Knight Commander. Although he is currently in a nominal position, at least there are no problems with security.

But if you carry out this mission... it's completely different.

I could clearly feel that the noose of fate was around my neck, and I could even hear the angry roar of that bitch, fate.

I've plucked the strings of fate too many times before... and now it's backfired!

I'm afraid this is the aftereffect of playing the piano randomly.

Thomas struggled hard.

"Oh, I can answer that. In fact, those pagans are happy to accept the conversion of foreigners. It is a great honor."

Thomas turned and looked at the judge.

The expression on the presiding judge's face clearly showed that this task could not be shirked.

If he tried to break free by force, the consequences would be dire. Apart from anything else, he would immediately lose the trust of the Knights.

Next time, the bitch fate will bring out not a noose, but a guillotine.

Thomas tried to calm himself, reminding himself that this was the inevitable price to pay.

And even if he could do it all over again, he would do it again.

"Your Excellency, there must be more information, right? I can't just blend in with the pagans like this, completely clueless. I don't even know the name of this identity."

"Even the pagans don't know. You can come up with one yourself," the presiding judge said. "Choose something a little more bizarre."

"Aragorn?" Thomas sighed, sorry, Mr. Tolkien in another dimension.

"This is a good name, it's really strange." The presiding judge liked it very much.

"I should always know who I'm contacting, who I am, and what my abilities are."

"I can give you the contact information," the presiding judge nodded in satisfaction. "The Pagans' base is outside of Kiev, so they don't retain much strength within the city limits. Furthermore, they're not a monolithic entity, but rather divided into different factions. You should belong to an organization called the Night Wolves, an assassination and intelligence organization. They're the aggressive and aggressive type—most Pagans are like that."

"Where's that... person? I mean the body."

"I swear to God on this point. That pagan disappeared completely, and the whole process was very secretive. You can replace him with confidence."

"As for the rest, it's up to you," the judge said. "We believe you can do it. You did a great job dealing with the Assassins last time. If you keep that up, the infidels won't be a problem!"

Thomas just wanted to roll his eyes.

"I'll leave this matter to you. These costumes are for you. They're very easy to use. I'll send you more in a couple of days. Remember, these are just a few days. If you delay too long, it will easily arouse unnecessary suspicion."

The presiding judge left.

Thomas, alone in the hall, took a deep breath.

How long will this mission take? Thomas hadn't mentioned it, and the presiding judge hadn't said a word.

Everyone is tacit.

Obviously, this is a long-term task - three to five years is normal, and ten years is not an exaggeration.

As for the little prince of Volga and Bulgar, that's just a casual remark.

By the time Thomas infiltrates the middle and upper levels of the pagans, let alone the little prince, I guess even a little prince will be born.

But this matter is not very dangerous for Thomas.

After all, he couldn't deal with these pagans in the past, for fear of being accused of being impious, but now it's different.

You can get a second identity.

Anyway, as a young knight commander, Thomas has no room for promotion for the time being.

In the past, Thomas had to be very careful when he went out, for fear that someone would follow him and discover that he was associating with a magician.

No problem now.

After considering the pros and cons, Thomas went back to sleep peacefully.

Tomorrow, I'll practice my makeup skills during the day until I'm proficient, and then I'll find my contact tonight. Join the Night Wolf organization!

The author says:

Author's words: Thanks to book friend SEERS for the reward.

I just saw this today, sorry for the belated thanks.

Chapter 76 Wolf's Lair 1

The city of Kyiv at night.

Thomas quietly entered Kiev through a side gate. The price was to give a silver coin to the militia defending the city.

He is now very familiar with doing this.

The attack on the Inquisitor had gone on quietly, like a stone thrown into a lake, with no further news except for a brief discussion.

Nothing has changed.

The city is also divided into different blocks, and Thomas is now the best brothel in Kiev.

Every night, there is a lot of traffic and crowds of people here.

Well-dressed guests came and went in an endless stream, and moving music from the buildings drifted out of the windows and echoed on the streets. Even a light snowfall did not affect the prosperity here in the slightest.

Instead, it adds a unique flavor to the place.

Thomas was walking down the street.

He is familiar with this place.

In order to assassinate Knight Commander Alar, he spent a lot of time scouting the area here.

In the blink of an eye, so much time has passed.

He felt emotional in his heart, but he did not slow down.

After all, it was the Middle Ages, and there were still some residential houses in the gaps between various brothels and theaters.

Thomas was now standing in a house on the edge of the block...a small courtyard with a two-story building.

The front of the house was deserted, yet surprisingly peaceful amidst the hustle and bustle. The guests who came here for leisure rarely passed by the house. Yet, standing inside the small building, one could probably see the entire neighborhood.

Thomas knocks on the door.

It wasn't just a normal knock, but three hard knocks, three soft knocks, and three hard knocks again, a total of nine knocks. After knocking, he would whisper "Night Wolf".

This is the agreed code.

After a few seconds, the door opened, but no one was behind it.

Thomas observed and found that there was an ingenious door opening mechanism behind the door. It was pulled by a rope and could open and close the door in the small building. After he entered the door, the rope moved again and the door was closed again.

It's interesting.

Thomas walked towards the small building, and a figure was already waiting for him below.

It was a young woman, younger than Thomas had imagined, and wearing a dress that Thomas rarely saw.

Long boots, knee-length skirt, fur coat, no hat, but a silk scarf tied in her long hair, and gloves on her hands.

This kind of dress would have been common in Thomas's previous life, but in this era, it was not the dress of an ordinary woman.

Of course, it seems inconspicuous on this street.

Here, foreign women are always sought after, and local women are expected to dress as if they were from another ethnic group.

"Sir...are you the new leader of the pack?"

"Alpha Wolf?" The name aroused a hint of interest in Thomas.

The name of the organization is Night Wolves, so are all the levels in it named after "wolves"?

"Well, I don't know much about the situation here." Thomas finally decided to tell the truth.

After all, his character is a stranger from afar, so it's normal that he doesn't understand some things.

On the contrary, being smart is the worst thing.

"Can you tell me about it?" Thomas asked. "What's going on here? How many people are there?"

"Sir, let me introduce myself. My name is Anna," the woman lowered her head, revealing a hint of skin as white as jade at her neck. "I'm your assistant... In this wolf den, besides you, there are three other wolves. I handle the basic tasks, while the three of them each have their own circles. I compile and report all intelligence. I won't interfere with your authority, but you can't abolish my position either. If you insist, someone else will come."

"How do we contact you here?" Thomas felt a slight toothache.

It seems that this intelligence organization is quite complete.

"Birds," Anna replied respectfully. "We tame birds and use them to deliver messages. My Lord, what should I call you?"

"My name is Aragorn," Thomas replied. "But you can call me Wolf Chief, too." Just like the "manager" or "director" in his previous life.

"Please come in," said Anna.

The first floor was fine; everything was normal, typical of a relatively well-off household. Furniture and belongings were all there. The second floor was different; the stench of bird droppings was so overwhelming that it was practically unapproachable. However, it was clear there weren't pigeons.

Thomas began to understand.

I see. Using birds... is truly unexpected. Some kind of... ability to control birds?

There was a reason why these pagans hadn't been defeated in their struggle against the Christians for so many years. After all, the Grand Duke had spared no effort in supporting Christianity.

No wonder the Church maintains so many Inquisitors and an entire order of knights. If it didn't, they would have been eradicated long ago.

"Um, Anna, am I the alpha wolf?"

"Yes, you are."

"My subordinate is the Wolf... Then who is my superior?"

Anna's eyes flashed with confusion. "Wolf Lord," she said. "We usually communicate with him via text messages. He gives us missions."

"So...what about daily expenses?" Thomas asked.

Anna casually took out a document, and Thomas recognized it at a glance. It was a deposit and withdrawal receipt for a small amount of money.

Signed by Jews.

He had personally experienced it some time ago, so he was naturally familiar with it. Apart from the amount and the signature, everything else was the same.

This kind of paper document can easily be carried by birds.