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.

Eyes Abruptly and Saw the Morning Light

Sat Up, Panting Slightly, Trying to Extricate Himself From

Happened?” His Wife Sensed Something

Barton Shook His Head.

“a Nightmare.”

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

Say in Horror, “How Can You Have Such Sacrilegious

Only Shrug His Shoulders and

Can’t Bring My Troubles Into My 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 Love… Barton Didn’t Dwell on the Contents of His Dream

His Residence and Taking a Trackless Public Carriage to the Working District at the Edge

Sizable Salary. In Places

the Way, Barton Studied the Streets Outside Out of

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

Such a Scene. He Didn’t Have Much of an Impression of It, but the Dream From Last Night Made Him Uncomfortable Every Time

Please Forgive Your Penitent Servant.” 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,

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

a Few Newspapers on the Desk and

Economic Situation in Backlund

Pirate at the Level of King Has Appeared in the Sonia Sea and

Bay Fruits