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 the

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

Wife Sensed Something

Barton Shook His Head.

“a Nightmare.”

His Wife the Truth—he Dreamed That the

Could Bet That His Wife Would Say in

He Could Only Shrug His

More Profound Questions. They Have Traits in Being Perceptive to Thoughts, and Love… Barton Didn’t Dwell on the Contents of His

His Wife and Children Before Leaving His Residence and Taking a Trackless Public Carriage to the Working District at the Edge of the

Foundation With a Sizable Salary. In Places Like the Capital of East

the Streets Outside Out

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

Him Uncomfortable Every Time He Saw a Dog on the Street. It Was as if It

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

Relic Search and Preservation Foundation. As He Greeted His

and Leisurely Prepared Some Special Black Tea for Himself—he Was Almost Middle-aged, and His Energy Was Dropping. He Always Hoped to Use

Tea, Barton Picked Up a Few Newspapers on the Desk and Wanted to Prep Himself Before Starting

Situation in Backlund Last Season Has Greatly

in the Sonia Sea and the Berserk

Bay Fruits Trade