"You have a chance to meet the Pope's crown."

Patton heard a man in a dark blue bishop's robe saying to him.

No matter how hard he tried, it was difficult for him to see the other person's appearance clearly. He felt that his face seemed to be covered with gray gas.

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

This made him so excited that he couldn't speak. His body trembled slightly and followed the bishop's rear and entered the hall in front step by step.

Patton also couldn't describe this hall in detail, only knowing that it was magnificent and gorgeous, giving people a great sense of oppression, which made him obediently lower his head.

Finally, he came to the steps.

At this moment, he seemed to have permission and subconsciously raised his head.

Then, he saw a big golden dog.

The dog sat on a huge throne and quietly staring at himself in a dark blue robe like a curtain, wearing a triple crown with a variety of gemstones.

"..." Patton was stunned.

This is the Pope's crown prince? Patton was shocked and panicked, and a strong fear emerged in his heart.

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

Hu, Hu... Patton sat up and gasped gently, trying to get himself out of the influence of his dream as soon as possible.

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

Patton shook his head:

"A nightmare."

He did not tell his wife truthfully that he dreamed that the Pope's crown was a big golden retriever dog.

He dared to bet that his wife would definitely say with horror:

"How could you have such a blasphemous perception?"

At that time, he could only shruggle:

"Just kidding."

We cannot bring worries into family life, this is a relaxing heaven... Moreover, it is difficult for women to understand more profound problems. Their strength lies in emotional thinking and loving... Patton no longer struggles with his dreams, turns over and gets out of bed, goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

After breakfast and kissing his wife and children, he left his residence and took a trackless public carriage to his workplace on the edge of the city.

He works for the "Run Antiquities Collection and Protection Foundation" and has a considerable salary. He is considered a middle-class place in a place like Storn, the capital of East Chester County.

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

Because it was not directly affected by the previous war, Storn City still retained its original prosperity, with horse-drawn carriages, bicycles, pedestrians and wild dogs intersecting, lively and noisy.

Patton has long been used to such a scene and will not have any feelings at all, but his dream last night made him feel uncomfortable every time he saw a wild dog, as if he was the incarnation of the Pope's crown and needed a salute to pay tribute.

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

After a while, he arrived at the "Ruen Antiquities Collection and Protection Foundation", and walked into his office while greeting his colleagues.

After hanging up his hat and coat, Patton relaxed and leisurely prepared black tea with some strange herbs for himself. He was almost middle-aged and his energy in all aspects was declining. He always hoped to make up for his body in a simpler way without much suffering.

After getting the black tea, Patton picked up a few newspapers placed on his desk and planned to adjust his condition before starting work.

“Beckland’s economic situation improved significantly last quarter…”

"There is another pirate called the King on the Sunya Sea and the Furious Sea, "The Queen of the Stars"...

“Disie Bay fruit trade contact…”

After reading the newspaper slowly, Patton took a sip of black tea and officially started working.

"Fernard's letter?" While checking the documents on the desk, Patton found a letter from an old friend.

That was an archaeologist who worked closely with the "Ruen Antiquities Collection and Conservation Foundation".

Patton immediately picked up the letter-demolition knife, 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, which may have originated from the Quaternary Remnants…

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

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

"My students and I will explore here with protective utmost, hoping to find more useful cultural relics that can help us restore the Quaternary part of 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..."

Going to the mountains... The first thing that emerged in Patton's mind was not cultural relics and history, but buzzing mosquitoes, humid and dark environments, and camps peeked by wild animals.

He shook his head, picked up the paper and pen, and prepared to submit the document to the letter.
Chapter completed!