Chapter 1436
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"You have an audience with His Holiness the Pope."
Barton heard a man in dark blue robes speaking to him.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly. He only felt that the face seemed to be covered by a gray gas.
Of course, none of this was important. As a devout believer of the Lord, being able to meet his representative on earth was definitely the most glorious thing in Barton's life.
This made him so excited that he could not speak. His body trembled slightly as he followed behind the bishop, step by step, into the hall in front of him.
Barton didn't know how to describe this hall in detail either. He only knew that it was grand and gorgeous, and it gave off an extremely oppressive feeling. He could only obediently lower his head.
Finally, he came to the steps.
At this moment, he seemed to have received permission and subconsciously raised his head.
Then, he saw a big golden dog.
The dog was wearing a gorgeous dark blue robe that was like a curtain and a triple crown inlaid with many kinds of gems. It sat on a huge throne and quietly watched him.
"…" Barton was stunned.
This, this is His Holiness the Pope? Barton was shocked and panicked. A strong sense of fear welled up in his heart.
He opened his eyes abruptly and saw the morning light illuminating the ceiling.
* Huff, huff … * Barton sat up and panted lightly, trying to break free from the influence of the dream as quickly as possible.
"What happened?" His wife sensed the abnormality and straightened her body.
Barton shook his head.
"A nightmare."
He did not tell his wife the truth that he dreamed that His Holiness the Pope was a golden retriever.
He was willing to bet that his wife would say with a look of horror,
"How can you have such blasphemous knowledge?"
At that time, he could only shrug his shoulders and say,
"Just kidding."
I can't bring my worries into my family life. This is a paradise on earth where I can relax … Also, it's very difficult for women to understand more profound questions. Their strengths lie in their emotional thinking and their love … Barton stopped thinking about his dream. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
After breakfast and kissing his wife and son goodbye, he left his residence and took a trackless public carriage to his workplace at the edge of the city.
He worked at the Rouen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation and had a sizable salary. In a place like East Chester County's capital, Stoen City, he was considered middle class.
On the way, Barton looked at the streets outside in boredom.
As it wasn't directly affected by the flames of war, Stoen City still retained its original bustling state. Carriages, bicycles, pedestrians, and stray dogs came and went. It was bustling and noisy.
Barton was already used to this kind of scene. Normally, he wouldn't feel anything, but last night's dream made him feel uncomfortable every time he saw a wild dog. It was as if that dog was the incarnation of His Holiness the Supreme Pontiff, and he needed to pay his respects.
"Holy Lord of Storms, please accept my repentance." Barton raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and lightly hit the left side of his chest.
After a while, he arrived at the Rouen Relic Search and Conservation Foundation. He greeted his colleagues and walked into his office.
After hanging up his hat and coat, Barton relaxed and leisurely made himself some black tea with some strange herbs. He was nearing middle age, and his energy was declining in all aspects. He always hoped to use simpler, less painful ways to make up for his body's decline.
After making the black tea, Barton picked up a few newspapers on his desk, intending to adjust his mental state before starting work.
"Baekeland's economic situation improved greatly last quarter …"
"There's another pirate known as the Queen of Stars in the Sonia Sea and the Berserk Sea …"
"Desi Bay's fruit trade has been established …"
After leisurely reading the newspapers, Barton drank a mouthful of black tea and officially began work.
"A letter from Vernal?" While checking the documents on the table, Barton found a letter from an old friend.
It was an archaeologist who worked closely with the Rouen Relic Search and Conservation Foundation.
Barton immediately picked up a letter opener, took out the letter, and read it seriously.
"My dear friend,
"My student and I discovered some interesting ruins in the mountains of Sivellaus County. They might've come from the remnants of the Fourth Epoch …
"In that period of history that we still don't understand well enough, they left the cities for various reasons and entered the mountains. They no longer interact with reality and existed in the form of tribes …
"They might still be holding on to something, but it has long been drowned by time, leaving behind only dilapidated buildings and corpses …
"My student and I will be doing protective excavations here, hoping to find more useful artifacts that can help us restore part of the history of the Fourth Epoch. I wonder if your foundation is interested in this?
"… Here, I solemnly invite you to send a team over to confirm if our work is real and effective …"
Go to the mountains … The first thing that came to Barton's mind wasn't cultural relics or history, but the buzzing mosquitoes, the damp and dark environment, and the camp that was spied on by wild beasts.
He shook his head, picked up a pen and paper, and prepared to draft a document on the letter and submit it.
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