"You have a chance to meet His Holiness the Pope. ”

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

And no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to see the other party's appearance clearly, and he felt that his face seemed to be covered with gray gas.

Of course, this is not a big thing, and as a devout believer of the Lord, it is definitely the most glorious thing in Barton's life to be able to meet His earthly substitutes.

This made him speechless with excitement, and his body trembled slightly as he followed the bishop and entered the front hall step by step.

Barton also couldn't describe this hall in detail, except that it was very magnificent and gorgeous, giving people a great sense of oppression, so that he could only bow his head obediently.

Finally, he came to the front of the steps.

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

Then he saw a big golden retriever.

Dressed in a rich robe of dark blue like a curtain and a triple crown set with a variety of precious stones, the dog sat on a huge throne and watched him silently.

"......" Barton froze.

Barton was shocked and panicked, and a strong fear surged in his heart.

He snapped his eyes open and saw the morning light illuminating the ceiling.

Whew, whew...... Barton sat up and gasped softly, trying to get himself out of the effects of the dream as quickly as possible.

"What's going on?" his wife straightened up, noticing the anomaly.

Barton shook his head:

"A nightmare. ”

He did not tell his wife the truth that he dreamed that the Pope was a big golden retriever.

He bet his wife would have said with a look of horror:

"How can you have such a blasphemous cognition?"

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

"Just kidding. ”

You can't bring your worries into your family life, it's a place to relax...... Moreover, it is difficult for women to understand more esoteric issues, and their strengths lie in their emotional thinking and compassion...... Barton didn't dwell on his dreams anymore, rolled over and got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

After breakfast and kissing his wife and children goodbye, he left his lodgings and rode a trackless bus to his place of work on the edge of the city.

He worked for the Rune Foundation for Antiquities and Conservation, had a good salary, and was considered middle-class in places like Stormtown, the capital of East Chester County.

On the way, Barton looked boredly out into the street.

Because it was not directly affected by the previous war, the city of Stonen still retains its original prosperity, with horse-drawn carriages, bicycles, pedestrians and wild dogs intertwined, lively and noisy.

Barton was used to such a scene, and he would not have felt anything, but last night's dream made him feel uncomfortable every time he saw a wild dog, as if it was the embodiment of the Pope's crown, and he needed to salute.

"The storm is above, please accept my confession. Barton raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and struck his left chest.

After a while, he arrived at the Rune Foundation for the Collection and Preservation of Antiquities, greeted his colleagues, and walked into his office.

After hanging up his hat and coat, Barton relaxed, and leisurely prepared himself a black tea with some strange herbs—he was approaching middle age, and his energy was declining in every way, always hoping to make up for it in a simpler, less painful way.

After finishing his tea, Barton picked up a few newspapers on his desk, intending to adjust his condition before starting work.

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

"There is another pirate known as the king of the Sunia Sea and the Furious Sea, the 'Queen of the Stars'......

"Fruit Trade Engagement ...... in the Gulf of Dixie"

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

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

He was an archaeologist who worked closely with the Foundation for the Collection and Preservation of Antiquities in Ruon.

Patton immediately picked up the letter opener, took out the letter, and read it carefully:

"My dear friend,

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

"In that period of history, which we don't know enough, for various reasons, they left the city and entered the mountains and forests, no longer interacting with reality, and existed as a tribal group......

"They may still be holding on to something, but it's long since time has drowned out, leaving only dilapidated buildings and corpses......

"My students and I will be excavating here for conservation in the hope of finding more useful artifacts that can help us restore part of the history of the Quaternary period, I wonder if your foundation is interested in this?

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

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

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