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Lord of the Mysteries Side Story An ordinary person's daily life (1)

"you have a chance to see the Pope's crown."

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

No matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to see each other's face clearly, but the face seemed to be covered with gray gas.

Of course, this is not an important thing. As a devout believer of the Lord, it is absolutely the most honorable thing for Patton to have an audience with his surrogate on earth.

This left him speechless, and trembling slightly behind the bishop, he entered the hall in front of him step by step.

Patton could not describe the hall in detail either, except that it was magnificent and gorgeous and so oppressive that he could only bow his head obediently.

At last he came to the steps.

At this moment, he seemed to have been allowed to raise his head subconsciously.

Then he saw a big golden dog.

The dog, dressed in a gorgeous dark blue robe and a triple crown set with a variety of precious stones, sat on a huge throne and watched him silently.

"." Barton froze.

Is this, is this the pope? Barton was frightened and panicked, and a strong fear sprang up from the bottom of his heart.

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

Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo. Barton sat up and gasped for breath, trying to extricate himself from the influence of his dream as soon as possible.

"what happened?" His wife sensed something unusual and straightened up.

Barton shook his head:

"A nightmare."

He didn't tell his wife the truth that he dreamt that there was a big golden dog under the Pope's crown.

He bet that his wife would say with a look of horror:

"how can you be so blasphemous?"

At that time, he could only shrug his shoulders and say:

"it's a joke."

Can not bring troubles into family life, this is a relaxing heaven on earth. Moreover, it is difficult for women to understand more esoteric problems. Their strengths lie in perceptual thinking and love. Instead of obsessing about his dreams, Barton got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

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

He works for the Roon Antiquities Collection and Conservation Foundation, earns a handsome salary and is middle-class in places such as Stone, the capital of East Chester.

On the way, Barton looked at the street outside with boredom.

Because it was not directly affected by the previous war, the city of Stoon retained its original prosperity, with carriages, bicycles, pedestrians and wild dogs crisscrossing, bustling and noisy.

Barton was used to such a scene and would not have felt anything, but last night's dream made him uncomfortable every time he saw a dingo, as if it were an incarnation under the Pope's crown and needed a salute.

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

After a while, he arrived at the Roon Antiquities Collection and Conservation Foundation, greeted each other with his colleagues and walked into his office.

After hanging up his hat and coat, Barton relaxed and leisurely prepared black tea with some strange herbs for himself-he was nearing middle age and his energy was declining in all aspects, always hoping to make up for his body in a simpler and less suffering way.

After preparing the black tea, Barton picked up some newspapers on his desk and planned to adjust his state before starting work.

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

"there is another pirate known as the King, the 'Queen of the Stars' in the Sunna Sea and the raging Sea.

"Dixie Gulf fruit trade contacts."

After reading the newspaper slowly, Barton took a sip of black tea and officially began to work.

"A letter from Vernal?" While checking the papers on the desk, Barton found a letter from an old friend.

He is an archaeologist who works closely with the Roon Antiquities Collection and Conservation Foundation.

Barton immediately picked up the letter opener, took out the letter, and got up seriously:

"my dear friend:

"my students and I found some interesting ruins in the mountains of West Villa County, which may have originated from Quaternary remnants.

"in that period of history that we don't know well enough, for various reasons, they left the city, entered the mountains and forests, no longer had anything to do with reality, and existed in the form of tribal groups.

"they may still be holding on to something, but it has long been inundated with time, leaving only dilapidated buildings and corpses.

"my students and I will dig here in a protective way, hoping to find more useful cultural relics 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 real and effective. "

Go to the mountains. The first thing that came to Patton's mind was not artifacts and history, but buzzing mosquitoes, damp and dark environments, and camps watched by wild animals.

He shook his head, picked up his pen and paper, and prepared to draw up a document on the letter and submit it.