The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

In the next few days, Lor resumed his usual routine. Now that his body had recovered, he followed the nuns to the church to pray.

Lor also learned from the nuns' fragmentary words that the reason why the monastery was facing a serious threat was that some nuns suddenly fell ill while picking vegetables and fruits. The head nun Melissa judged that it might be some kind of poisonous pollen.

This pollen comes from the church's mortal enemy, a cult that believes in the devil.

However, after a thorough investigation, no suspicious objects were found in the monastery.

As time went on, the nuns gradually relaxed their vigilance and their words no longer contained the worries they had before.

Lor didn't dwell on these things; he was happy about the blessings he had received.

Ever since drinking the holy water, Lor could feel that his body was full of vitality. Even if he accidentally scratched his finger, the wound would heal in a short time, form a scar and then fall off, and his skin would be as white and tender as a newborn baby.

Is this the extraordinary power?

Although he cannot control this life force freely yet, Lor is already very satisfied. It is indeed amazing that the Goddess Church can preach throughout the entire continent.

The goddess worshipped by the church turned out to be a kind-hearted god towards mortals.

In addition, Lor felt something was wrong with his body. Although he was in good spirits, he was always inexplicably lazy during the day.

As soon as night came, he immediately became full of energy and wanted to find something to do. What was even more strange was that although there was nothing wrong during the day, at night, Lor would always be unconsciously attracted to glowing things...

What's going on?

Lor was a little dazed, but the sound of other nuns reciting scriptures around him brought him back to reality.

Today, Vice Dean Wei Ya took the nuns to the tower on the right. There were several rooms in the tower that were all libraries. The nuns had to recite the scriptures first and then copy them.

"Seeds sprout in the ground, flowers bear fruit in the wind, and life is nurtured in the darkness..."

The nuns' voices echoed in unison in the not-so-spacious library, with Lor's pleasant voice mixed in.

"…Dark Mother Earth, who gave birth to countless lives, you are the God of Life, the Mother of All Things, the original sower of ignorance and chaos, and the redeemer of the end of this world of suffering.

We are all children in your arms, and one day we will return to your arms..."

Lor frowned slightly. This prayer seemed to be different from the previous one, but when he thought about it carefully, he found that it was just like this.

I just vaguely remember that someone seemed to have mentioned a different version. Who was that?

After completing his training with the nuns, Lor rubbed his stomach after lunch. Thinking that he was too full to go back to his room and sit down immediately, he took a walk in the monastery.

The weather was a bit hot and humid, and Lor subconsciously walked under the shade of the trees to avoid the sunlight. When he was occasionally exposed to the sunlight, he felt it was unusually dazzling.

"Hmm...why are there so many moths?"

Lor walked closer to the tree trunk and found a lot of white moths attached to it, the same kind he often saw these days.

On weekdays, Lor seldom observed carefully. He usually just used the broom in his hand to hit it when cleaning.

It disappeared with a snap.

But at this time he didn't have a broom in his hand, and didn't want to dirty his hands. Instead, he had nothing to do and calmed down to take a few more glances.

The moths are generally white with scattered black spots on their wings. Many of them are perched on the tree trunks, seemingly trying to avoid direct sunlight.

Lor looked at it for a long time and suddenly remembered what the nuns said, that some nuns had touched poisonous pollen, and it seemed that moths could also spread pollen.

This thought suddenly flashed through Lor's mind, but then he smiled. How could this be possible? There were too many moths recently and the weather was hot and humid. Lor gently wiped the sweat from his smooth forehead and subconsciously looked up.

I saw a picture of a person with trypophobia dying on the spot.

"..."

The lush leaves block the sunlight, leaving only a few gaps for it to shine through. On the leaves that are not illuminated, there are densely packed moths with white scaly wings.

Like drops of white paint mixed with various colors, the entire tree crown is dyed snow-white, and the scaly wings fluttering from time to time look like undulating waves.

Lor felt a chill all over his body and he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from being frightened and standing still. After all, he had seen a lot of strange things and had become a lot braver.

Lor held his breath and stepped back gently, his eyes still fixed on the swarm of moths. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he was out of the shade of the trees.

"We have to go find Sister Melissa and Vice-Sister Weiya!"

Although he didn't stay in the monastery for a long time, Lor really liked the life here. He liked the leisurely atmosphere of the monastery and the nuns he lived with.

Even in Lor's previous life, this kind of quiet and comfortable life away from the hustle and bustle of the world was precious.

Sometimes Lor even forgot that there was a vicious demon living in his shadow and that there was an unfulfilled contract between him and her.

Thinking that if Miss Yasha continued to sleep, he might choose to live here forever, with Sister Frey and other nuns, cleaning every day, practicing doctrine, and slowly living out the short life of a mortal.

But just now, that pale picture made Lor realize again that he was still in a world full of dangers, and any possible peace would be rare and short-lived.

What's with all those moths?

Lor came to the church door alone. Vice Dean Weiya had been staying in the tower on the left since she returned from the holy city last time. She only appeared occasionally to lead the nuns to study doctrine.

The head nun, Melissa, is the most self-disciplined and often stays in the confessional in the church.

Although Lor had been badly beaten there, he still felt more at ease with the stern middle-aged woman for such matters.

Lor walked into the church through the side door, came to the door of the confessional and knocked gently.

"Matron?"

"Sister Melissa, are you there?"

There was no response from inside the room. Lor gently pushed open the door. The confessional was still dim. The bright afternoon sun shone through the skylight and fell on the only wooden table. Sister Melissa was lying on the wooden table, as if she was taking a rest.

The sunlight shone down, casting a golden fringe on the nun's long gray hair.

"Sister, I have something to ask you..."

Lor walked closer and suddenly covered his mouth.

Sister Melissa's profile was pale in the sunlight, and the pupils were nowhere to be seen in her empty eye sockets. A trail of dried black blood spread from her eye sockets down her face and extended into the depths of the darkness.

Other places not exposed to sunlight are densely packed with moths with white scaly wings, flapping their wings in the darkness like silent breathing.

……

It was unknown how long it took before Lor suppressed the fear in his heart and staggered out of the confessional.

"We have to go find Vice Dean Wei Ya."

Lore left the church and climbed up the tower on the left for the first time, but he was blocked by a locked wooden door after just walking up the first floor.

"Vice Dean Weiya, Vice Dean Weiya!"

Lor slammed the wooden door hard until his hands were sore, but even so there was no response from behind the door.

"Is Vice Dean Wei Ya not here either, or has something happened to her as well... We must hurry and find Sister Fulei!"

After a long time, Lor gave up waiting and turned around to leave. At this moment, a long-silent voice rang out in his heart.

"There's dirt on you."