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.

Opened His Eyes Abruptly and Saw the

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

Wife Sensed Something Amiss and Got

Barton Shook His Head.

“a Nightmare.”

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

Say in Horror, “How Can You Have Such

Happen, He Could Only Shrug His

Questions. They Have Traits in Being Perceptive to Thoughts, and Love… Barton

and Taking a Trackless

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

the Way, Barton Studied the

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

Every Time He Saw a Dog on the Street. It Was as if It Was the Incarnation of the Pontiff, One That He Needed to Bow to

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

Preservation

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

Black Tea, Barton Picked Up a Few Newspapers

Backlund Last Season

King Has Appeared in the Sonia Sea and the Berserk

Bay Fruits