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 Morning

Barton Sat Up, Panting Slightly, Trying to Extricate Himself From the Influences

Wife Sensed Something Amiss and Got

Barton Shook His Head.

“a Nightmare.”

Dreamed That the

in Horror, “How Can You Have Such Sacrilegious

Only Shrug

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

His Residence and Taking a Trackless Public Carriage

a Sizable Salary. In Places Like the Capital of East Chester County, Stoen City, He Was

the

to Not Being Directly Affected by the War, Stoen City Still Retained Its Former Prosperity. Carriages, Bicycles, Pedestrians, and Wild Dogs Came and Went; It Was Lively

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 the Incarnation of the Pontiff, One

Barton Raised His Right Hand, Clenched His Fist,

a While, He Arrived at the Loen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation. As He Greeted His Colleagues, He Walked Into

Relaxed and Leisurely Prepared Some Special Black Tea for Himself—he Was Almost Middle-aged, and His Energy Was Dropping. He Always Hoped to Use a Simpler Method to Supplement His Body Without Suffering Any

Newspapers on the Desk and Wanted

Economic Situation in Backlund Last

Level of King Has Appeared in the Sonia Sea and the Berserk Sea, Queen of

Bay Fruits