Lord of the Mysteries

"You have a chance to see the pope's crown."

Barton heard a man in a dark blue bishop's robe talking to himself.

No matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to see the other person's appearance, only that the face seemed to be covered with gray gas.

Of course, this is not an important thing. As the devout believer of the Lord, being able to see his agent on earth is absolutely the most glorious thing in Barton's life.

This made him a little speechless, and his body followed the bishop gently and tremblingly, and entered the front hall step by step.

For this hall, Patton also can't describe it in detail, only know that it is magnificent and gorgeous, giving people a great sense of oppression, so that he can only bow his head obediently.

Finally, he came to the steps.

At this moment, he seemed to be allowed, and his head was raised subconsciously.

Then he saw a big golden retriever dog.

The dog, dressed in a dark blue robe like a curtain, wearing a triple crown set with various gems, sat on a huge throne and stared at himself quietly.

"..." Button paused.

This, this is under the pope's crown? Patton was shocked and panicked, and a strong fear appeared in his heart.

He opened his eyes violently and saw the morning light illuminating the ceiling.

Huh, Huh ... Barton sat up and gasped lightly, trying to get rid of the influence of his dream as soon as possible.

"What happened?" His wife noticed the abnormality and straightened up.

Patton shook his head:

"A nightmare."

He didn't tell his wife truthfully that he dreamed of a golden retriever under the pope's crown.

He bet his wife would say in horror:

"How can you have such blasphemous cognition?"

At that time, he could only shrug his shoulders:

"just kidding."

You ca n’t bring your troubles into family life. This is a relaxed world of heaven ... And it ’s difficult for women to understand the more esoteric issues. Their strengths are emotional thinking and caring ... Barton no longer entangles his dreams and turns over Go to the bathroom and brush your teeth.

After breakfast, kissing his wife and children, he left the house and took a trolley bus to the work place on the edge of the city.

He worked for the "Ruun Antiquities Collection and Conservation Foundation" and had a high salary. He could be regarded as a middle class in places like Ston City, the capital of East Chester.

On the way, Button looked bored at the street outside.

Because it was not directly affected by the previous war, Stowe still retains the original prosperity, with carriages, bicycles, pedestrians and wild dogs interlacing, lively and noisy.

For such a scene, Button has been used to it, and he would have no feelings, but last night ’s dream made him feel uncomfortable every time he saw a wild dog, as if it was an incarnation under the pope ’s crown, and he needed to salute.

"The storm is up, please accept my confession." Barton raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and tapped his left chest.

After a while, he arrived at the "Ruun Antiquities Collection and Protection Foundation", and greeted his colleagues while walking into his office.

After hanging up his hat and coat, Button relaxes and leisurely prepares himself a black tea with some exotic herbs-he is almost middle-aged, his energy in all aspects is declining, and he always hopes to use a simpler, no How to make up for the body in a suffering way.

After finishing the black tea, Patton picked up several newspapers on the desk and planned to adjust his status before starting work.

"Beckland's economic situation improved significantly last quarter ..."

"One more pirate known as the king, the" Queen of the Stars "has been added to the Sunia and the violent seas ...

"Disi Gulf Fruit Trade Contact ..."

After reading the newspaper slowly, Barton drank lipstick tea and officially started working.

"Fernal's letter?" While examining the documents on the desk, Button found a letter from an old friend.

It was an archaeologist and worked closely with the "Ruun Antiquities Collection and Protection Foundation".

Button immediately took the letter opener, took out the letter, and read it carefully:

"My dear friend:

"My students and I found some interesting ruins in the mountains of West Villas, they may have originated from the Quaternary ...

"In the history we didn't understand enough, they left the city and entered the mountain forest for various reasons, no longer interacting with reality, and existed in the form of tribes ...

"They may still be holding on to something, but this has long been overwhelmed by time, leaving only the broken building and a corpse ...

"My students and I will dig here protectively, hoping to find more useful artifacts that can help us restore part of the Quaternary history. I wonder if your foundation is interested in this?

"... Here, I solemnly invite you to send a team to confirm whether our work is true and effective ..."

Going to the mountains ... The first thing that came out of Barton's mind was not cultural relics and history, but humming mosquitoes, wet and dark surroundings, and camps watched by wild animals.

He shook his head, picked up a pen and paper, and prepared to prepare documents for the letter and submit them.