"You have a chance to meet His Holiness."
Barton heard a man in a dark-blue bishop robe say to him.
No matter how hard he tried, the other man's face was indiscernible. It felt like his face was covered with a gray, blurry gas.
Of course, this wasn't an important matter. As a devout believer of the Lord, it was definitely the greatest honor for Barton to meet a proxy of "Him."
This made him so excited that he couldn't say a word. His body trembled as he followed the bishop to the back, entering the hall one step at a time.
Barton couldn't describe the hall in detail either. He only knew that it was very grand and magnificent, one that exuded an immense pressure. He could only bow his head obediently.
Finally, he arrived in front of the steps.
At that moment, he seemed to receive permission as he subconsciously raised his head.
Then, he saw a golden retriever.
