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.

Saw the Morning Light Illuminating the

Sat Up, Panting Slightly, Trying to Extricate Himself From the Influences of the Dream as Quickly

Sensed Something

Barton Shook His Head.

“a Nightmare.”

the Truth—he Dreamed

Could Bet That His Wife Would Say in Horror,

to Happen, He Could Only Shrug

Humans, Meant 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

He Kissed His Wife and Children Before Leaving His Residence and Taking a

Foundation With a Sizable Salary. In Places Like the Capital of East Chester County, Stoen

Studied the Streets Outside Out of

Not Being Directly Affected by the War, Stoen City Still Retained Its Former Prosperity.

Every Time

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

While, He Arrived at the Loen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation. As He

His Hat and Coat, Barton 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

Few Newspapers on the Desk and Wanted

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