An Ordinary Person's Daily Life (1)

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

Barton heard a man in a dark blue bishop's robe speak to him.

And no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to see the face of the other party clearly, only that his face seemed to be covered with gray gas.

Of course, this is not an important matter. As a devout believer of the Lord, being able to meet His representative on earth is definitely the most glorious thing in Patton's life.

This made him so excited that he was speechless, followed behind the bishop with a trembling body, and entered the front hall step by step.

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

Finally, he came to the steps.

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

Then, he saw a big golden retriever.

Dressed in an ornate robe of dark blue like a curtain and a triple crown inlaid with various gems, the dog sat on a huge throne, watching him silently.

"..." Barton was stunned.

This, this is the crown of the Pope? Barton panicked and panicked, and a strong fear emerged in his heart.

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

Hu, hu... Barton sat up, gasped lightly, trying to get himself out of the influence of the dream just now as soon as possible.

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

Barton shook his head:

"A nightmare."

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

He would bet that his wife would say in horror:

"How can you have such a blasphemous perception?"

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

"just kidding.

"

Can't bring troubles into family life, this is a paradise on earth to relax... Moreover, it is difficult for women to understand more esoteric issues. Their strengths lie in perceptual thinking and love... Barton no longer struggles with his dreams, and turns over. bed, go to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

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

He works for the "Loen Antiquities Collection and Protection Foundation" and has a high salary. He is considered middle-class in places like Stone City, the capital of East Chester County.

On the way, Barton looked at the street outside boredly.

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

Barton was already used to such a scene and would not have any feelings at first, but the dream last night made him feel uncomfortable every time he saw a wild dog, as if it was the incarnation of the Pope, and he needed to salute.

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

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

After hanging up his hat and coat, Barton relaxed and leisurely prepared himself black tea with some exotic herbs. He was approaching middle age, and his energy was declining in all aspects. How to make up for the body in the way of suffering.

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

"Becklund's economic conditions improved significantly last quarter..."

"There is another pirate called the King in the Sunia Sea and the Furious Sea, the 'Queen of the Stars'...

"Disy Bay Fruit Trade Contact..."

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

"Vernal's letter?" When examining the documents on the desk, Barton found a letter from an old friend.

It was an archaeologist who worked closely with the "Loen Antiquities Collection and Conservation Foundation".

Barton immediately picked up 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 Vilas County, they may have originated from the remnants of the Quaternary...

"In that period of history that we don't know enough about, they left the city and entered the mountains for various reasons, no longer interacting with reality, and existed in the form of tribal groups...

"They may still be holding on to something, but this has long been overwhelmed by time, leaving only broken buildings and corpses...

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

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

Going to the mountains... The first thing that comes to Barton's mind is not the cultural relics and history, but the buzzing mosquitoes, the damp and dark environment, and the camp where wild animals are watching.

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

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