Otoko Game: Male protagonists, I’m just a scumbag

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Wei Lan frowned. What? He raised his head to look at the sunlight, then turned his head to look at the stained glass window.

Logically speaking, when the sun is refracted through the stained glass window, the sunlight should be directed inwards. How could the sunlight be refracted from the inside?

Did he see it wrong?

Moreover, that was the legendary Pope's room, which made him want to go and see it even more.

"Hello, what can I do for you here?"

Wei Lan was standing there in a daze when he suddenly heard a voice behind him. He turned around and saw that it was the nun again.

He really comes out whenever he is needed. She is holding the broom again. It seems that it is her turn to clean today. She probably asked him because she saw him standing there for a long time.

"Oh, hello. It's like this. Father Phoenix asked me to come and pick up something. My sister accidentally left it here a few days ago. The priest said it was on the table in his room. I was worried that I couldn't find anyone to take me there."

Wei Lan smiled and said to her, and then added:

"I heard that my sister helped you distribute porridge some time ago. She said that the priest is a really good man."

This sentence was added to increase credibility.

Sure enough, the nun seemed to remember something when she heard it:

"Oh, are you the brother of the masked lady?"

Wei Lan nodded, and the nun asked him to come with her. Fortunately, he was wearing men's clothes today. If he were a woman, it would be inconvenient to enter. Last time, he met an enthusiastic monk who asked him who he was.

"You look very much like your sister. I was really shocked just now. I thought you were a lady." The nun suddenly said this.

Wei Lan responded a few times awkwardly. He also felt that if he kept wearing the skirt, his penis would become smaller.

When they got to the second floor, the nun told him the specific place and it was not convenient for her to go in. Wei Lan was relieved, otherwise he would not know how to get rid of her later.

After going up to the second floor, there were several monks coming and going. Wei Lan sneaked like a thief and walked carefully to the stairs to the third floor.

But unfortunately, it was a large hollow iron door that was locked.

Wei Lan stepped forward and lifted the lock, only to find that it opened easily when he pulled it. "Huh?"

Wei Lan frowned, looked around and decided to take down the lock and lock it again. He even closed the door and put the lock back on.

Going up to the third floor, there are rooms one after another, supported by white arch columns on one side.

But the strange thing is that, viewed from below, the third floor is completely enclosed, made of limestone and marble, with only a few windows connecting to the giant rose window.

However, all the way up through the corridor, the space inside the wall is a corridor with the same layout as below, but there are also rooms on the side, but the decoration here is obviously better than that below.

The doors are all heavy wooden lacquered doors, and each door has a small window in the shape of an exquisite fan.

Wei Lan looked through the window on the outer wall of the corridor. The position above the rose window was in the center of the third floor.

He didn't look at the other rooms here, but thinking of the lock just now, he hid at the stairs to make sure that no one seemed to be there, and then went straight to the legendary Pope's room.

He felt like a thief at the moment.

Therefore, his pace became faster and faster. The environment here always gave him an uncomfortable feeling. It was originally a long corridor for ventilation, but it was surrounded by stones on the outside, leaving only windows at intervals.

It was a little dark all around, and the light reflected from the windows was colorful. It had no aesthetic appeal at all, but instead gave off an eerie vibe.

Wei Lan tried to walk close to the wall, and even lowered his head when passing the small window at the door.

Finally, they arrived at the place and Wei Lan's pace gradually slowed down.

In front was a series of small stairs extending from the room, just like the small rain shelter area in front of the door of some houses. Going up the small stairs, there was a floor with strange patterns.

The door is supported by columns on all sides, forming a semicircular arched door, and the stained glass window outside is just above this door.

Wei Lan stopped a few meters away from the door, because to his side were no longer rooms; instead, there was a huge window covered with thick, dark curtains.

I'm still not sure whether this door can be opened, so I'm looking inside the gap in the curtains.

The sword was probably in this place. He squinted his eyes and looked inside, but saw that all the colored windows in the room reflected a line inward.

Wei Lan suddenly felt a chill on his back and looked around vigilantly, but there was nothing.

He just felt like someone was staring at him, and thought that it was probably because he was too nervous.

Because the gap was too small, Wei Lan had to look down little by little. He didn't know how many windows there were inside, but every window he saw had a mirror underneath that reflected light.

He observed and found that the lights were all concentrated in one place, but he could not see what it was exactly.

Wei Lan narrowed his eyes and moved to the gap at the edge of the window to look, but this sight made him break out in a cold sweat.

He took a step back in fear and looked again in disbelief.

His pupils slowly dilated, confirming that what he saw was real.

There was a pair of men with giant black wings inside, and if he was not mistaken, it was Lin.

There was a wooden stake nailed all over my body, especially my heart.

At this moment, he hung his head, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, and all the light was directed at him.

Wei Lan suddenly felt a little nervous, so he quickly and carefully pushed the door open a crack, and walked in after making sure there was no one there.

In the center of the house was a huge cross, with Lin tied in the middle.

As soon as Wei Lan entered, he found that the huge stained glass window was emitting sunlight inwards, and all the windows and mirrors in the room were placed in an excellent position, shining towards the forest in the middle.

His wings were nailed to the wooden frame inch by inch, there was dried blood all over his body, and he seemed to have fainted from the pain.

And the sunlight shining on him seemed to be sucking the strength out of his body.

Wei Lan was panicked for a moment and didn't know what to do.

He was clearly here to find the sword, but his eyes were fixed on Lin.

The memory of the princess seemed to appear in his mind. It was a small figure, with black curly hair, dirty all over, and seemed to be crying. A small little boy with the same black hair reached out his hand to him.

It was still that dead face, but there was still a look of heartache revealed on it.

Okay, okay, Wei Lan shook his head. It seemed that the princess really wanted to save him, so he would be kind enough to do so.

But how to save this?

Wei Lan scratched his head, walked over and untied the ropes that tied him up, only to find that his body temperature was scalding hot.

I'm afraid it will be cooked if I bake it for a while longer.

Wei Lan glanced at the ancient mirrors around him. They were all held by a statue of a god, as if the statue possessed some power.

He first turned the mirror to another direction, not knowing whether the man could still survive.

No wonder Count Seppa couldn't find him. How could the Count have imagined that this servant would be tied up in the church at this moment?

I would never have thought that he was actually a birdman.

That would prove that Phoenix had him, perhaps that night.