In the Holy Land at this moment, listening to the voice of Tangze Asuka filled with both tears and laughter coming from over there, Fisher silently and unconsciously distanced his face a bit from the position of the Cardinal.
For a moment, he was a bit stunned, and his eyes, which hadn't blinked in a long time, showed some inexplicable glimmer.
He just felt that perhaps at this moment, Tangze Asuka, who finally mustered the courage, didn't know how heavy the oath she made was; she also didn't know from what time Fisher traveled back to here.
Perhaps even Fisher himself couldn't determine, he could only give a vague general range.
He estimated a minimum of eight thousand years, perhaps even longer, nine thousand years, or maybe...
Ten thousand years.
It must be known, even Fisher himself is only thirty years old now, so to the impoverished lifespan perspective and imagination of humans, such a time scale is too lengthy, blurred to the extent of having no corresponding concept.
