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.

His Eyes Abruptly and Saw the Morning Light Illuminating

Up, Panting Slightly, Trying to Extricate Himself From the Influences of the

Wife Sensed Something Amiss and

Barton Shook His Head.

“a Nightmare.”

Didn’t Tell His Wife the Truth—he Dreamed That

Would Say in Horror, “How Can You

Only

Questions. They Have Traits in Being Perceptive to Thoughts, and Love… Barton Didn’t Dwell on the Contents of His

Wife and Children Before Leaving His Residence and Taking a Trackless Public Carriage

Preservation Foundation With a Sizable Salary. In Places Like the Capital

the Streets

the War, Stoen City Still Retained Its Former Prosperity. Carriages, Bicycles, Pedestrians, and Wild Dogs Came and Went; It Was Lively

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 as if It Was

Please Forgive Your Penitent Servant.” Barton Raised His Right Hand, Clenched His Fist,

at the Loen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation. As He Greeted His Colleagues,

Almost Middle-aged, and His Energy Was Dropping. He Always Hoped to

Picked Up a Few Newspapers on the

Backlund Last Season Has Greatly

Appeared in the Sonia Sea

Bay Fruits