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.

and Saw the Morning Light Illuminating

to Extricate Himself From the Influences of the Dream as Quickly as

Wife Sensed

Barton Shook His Head.

“a Nightmare.”

His Wife the Truth—he Dreamed That the Pontiff Was a

Bet That His Wife Would Say in Horror, “How Can You Have Such

Only Shrug His Shoulders and Say,

Family Life. This is a Paradise for Humans, Meant for Relaxing… Moreover, Women Can Hardly Understand More Profound Questions. They Have Traits in Being Perceptive to Thoughts, and

Residence and Taking a Trackless Public Carriage

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

Barton Studied the Streets

Directly Affected by the War, Stoen City Still Retained Its Former Prosperity. Carriages, Bicycles, Pedestrians,

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 as if It Was

His Right Hand, Clenched His

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

Himself—he Was Almost Middle-aged, and His Energy Was Dropping. He Always Hoped to Use a Simpler Method to Supplement His Body

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

Situation in Backlund

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

Fruits