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

Panting Slightly, Trying to Extricate Himself From the

His Wife Sensed Something

Barton Shook His Head.

“a Nightmare.”

His Wife the Truth—he Dreamed That the Pontiff Was

Would Say in Horror, “How Can You Have Such

to Happen, He Could Only Shrug His Shoulders and

Relaxing… Moreover, Women Can Hardly Understand More Profound Questions. They Have Traits in Being

Kissed His Wife and Children Before Leaving His Residence and Taking a Trackless Public Carriage

of the Loen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation With a Sizable Salary. In Places Like the Capital of East Chester County, Stoen

Barton Studied the Streets Outside

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

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

Penitent Servant.” Barton Raised His Right Hand, Clenched His Fist, and

He Arrived at the Loen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation. As He Greeted His

and Coat, Barton Relaxed and Leisurely Prepared Some Special Black Tea for Himself—he Was Almost Middle-aged, and His Energy

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

Economic Situation in Backlund Last

at the Level of King Has Appeared in the

Fruits