Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1395 An Ordinary Person“s Daily Life 1/8

“You Have a Chance to Meet His Holiness.”

Barton Heard a Man in a Dark-blue Bishop Robe Say to Him.

No Matter How Hard He Tried, the Other Man’s Face Was Indiscernible. It Felt Like His Face Was Covered With a Gray, Blurry Gas.

Of Course, This Wasn’t an Important Matter. As a Devout Believer of the Lord, It Was Definitely the Greatest Honor for Barton to Meet a Proxy of “Him.”

This Made Him So Excited That He Couldn’t Say a Word. His Body Trembled as He Followed the Bishop to the Back, Entering the Hall One Step at a Time.

Barton Couldn’t Describe the Hall in Detail Either. He Only Knew That It Was Very Grand and Magnificent, One That Exuded an Immense Pressure. He Could Only Bow His Head Obediently.

Finally, He Arrived in Front of the Steps.

At That Moment, He Seemed to Receive Permission as He Subconsciously Raised His Head.

Then, He Saw a Golden Retriever.

This Dog Wore a Deep Blue, Gorgeous Robe That Resembled a Curtain. It Wore a Papal Tiara With Many Gems Embedded in It. It Sat on a Huge Throne and Watched Him Quietly.

“…” Barton Was Stunned.

This, This is the Pontiff? Barton Was Shocked and Panicked, a Strong Sense of Fear Rising in His Heart.

Abruptly and Saw the

Sat Up, Panting Slightly, Trying to Extricate Himself

Wife Sensed Something Amiss and Got

Barton Shook His Head.

“a Nightmare.”

His Wife the Truth—he Dreamed That the Pontiff Was

His Wife Would Say in Horror, “How

Were to Happen, He Could Only

for Relaxing… Moreover, Women Can Hardly Understand More Profound Questions. They Have Traits in Being Perceptive to Thoughts, and Love… Barton Didn’t Dwell on the Contents of His Dream Anymore. He Got Out

and Children Before Leaving His Residence and Taking a Trackless Public Carriage to the Working District at the

With a Sizable Salary. In

Way, Barton Studied the Streets Outside Out

by the War, Stoen City Still Retained Its Former Prosperity. Carriages, Bicycles, Pedestrians, and Wild

Used to Such a Scene. He Didn’t Have Much of an Impression of It, but the Dream From Last Night Made Him Uncomfortable Every Time He Saw a Dog on the Street. It Was

Please Forgive Your Penitent Servant.” Barton Raised His Right

Arrived at the Loen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation.

Middle-aged, and His Energy Was Dropping.

Black Tea, Barton Picked Up a Few Newspapers on the Desk and Wanted

in Backlund Last

King Has Appeared in

Bay Fruits Trade