Alonsus Faol

Following the signs, Noah soon arrived at Northshire Abbey. Looking at this place, which was no different from his memories, he could not help feeling sentimental.

Back when Noah was still staring at a giant monitor, he had come here many times—especially when playing a human. This place was practically the starting area.

Though those memories had already grown hazy, he could not help sighing over them.

Shaking his head, Noah cast aside those nonsensical thoughts and walked into the abbey. The abbey was quiet, but the farther inside he went, the more uncomfortable his left eye became.

There were not many people inside the abbey. Most wore robes similar to those of clergy. Some were praying, while others were attending to their own affairs.

At the front of all the priests was an elderly-looking man praying softly, his body emanating a sacred pale golden glow.

It was also pale gold, but the feeling Noah gave off was not sacred in the slightest. If anything, it carried a suffocating pressure.

But this man truly gave people a sacred feeling. It was remarkably special, like bathing in sunlight!

Seeing this, Noah's heart stirred. Though his left eye was growing increasingly uncomfortable, he was deeply shaken by the sensation.

Sacredness, holiness, purity, rejection of corruption, resistance to darkness—these feelings immediately filled Noah's nerves. He had almost decided that this was the power of light he had been desperately seeking!

"Holy Light..." Noah murmured, then slowly walked to the old priest's side despite the gazes around him.

Noah did not make any excessive movements. He merely watched the old priest, then closed his eyes. As he sensed the power, he said inwardly to the system, "Help me record this power."

Perhaps only at this moment did Noah feel fortunate. He had never imagined