Your Eternal Promise

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This city known as the “City of Gold” and “City of Faith” is Seville. With its amazing prosperity and wealth, it attracts travelers, pilgrims, navigators and adventurers from all over the world. The gorgeous Seville Palace is located here.

When Agape disembarked, it was the busiest time of Holy Week. From Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday, throngs of pilgrims walk through the streets and majestic squares, walking barefoot on roads paved with sharp gravel and carrying wooden loads behind them. of the cross until his feet bled, staining the ground red. This imitates the scene of the crucifixion of Jesus, the idol they most worshiped and believed in in their lives.

After bidding farewell to Captain Aiden, Agape handed over the priest's letter and a letter of self-recommendation. He, Lily and Mrs. Hetty lived in this huge city for a dizzying two weeks before finally receiving a reply from the bishop.

Following the guidance of the attendant, he walked into the palace, walked through the many corridors, stepped on the thick carpets of red, gold and brown, and waited for an reception at the door of the study of Spanish Bishop Juan Fonseca.

Before coming, there was still a lot of anxiety in his heart, but now it has turned into a kind of stability like a broken jar. What's the worst? My ability is not false, and my sincerity is not false. I have experienced real hell. Even if I was expelled from the court after meeting the bishop once, it can be considered that I have worked hard.

With this determination, Agape entered the study and bowed deeply.

As one of the most powerful officials in the Spanish court, Juan's living room can be called simple and concise. The Haarlem tapestry embroidered with large impatiens flowers has been washed and used, and a few bells hang from the white porcelain vase from the East. Orchids and primroses, the air was cold and peaceful, and a vague metallic smell lingered on the tip of the nose. Agape thought for a moment and suddenly realized that it was the smell of coins.

"Greetings to you, Mr. Bishop." Agape said softly, "I...I may not be the person you are looking for, but I think I will not disappoint you."

Bishop Juan did not speak, he buried his head On the desk, the tip of the quill was dipped in ink and made a slight collision sound with the mouth of the bottle. When writing, the paper was rubbed and rustled.

So Agape stopped talking.

It's funny to say that when he was a slave on the island, he encountered more than a hundred times more difficulties than this. Without a good sense of patience, a normal person would not survive long. He kept bowing, I couldn't help but compare the difference between the past and the present in my mind.

As time passed by, his waist began to ache. As a sequelae of childbirth, this was not a good feeling. Another twenty minutes passed, and his spine couldn't help but ache. The attendants came and went quietly. They didn't dare to speak. They only looked at him with vague eyes, which fell on Agape without surprise.

——Agape came to the conclusion that it was still more difficult in the past, and the bishop's power was really decent.

After a while, the bishop put down his quill and raised his head. He looked at it and commented: "It seems that you are from a humble background and are a commoner. People with good backgrounds will definitely not endure it for such a long time." Well, I can't believe it,

Agape thought, worse than a commoner, I was once a slave.

"Your guess is not wrong," he said, "I do not have a good family background."

After waiting for a moment, since the bishop had spoken to him but before he asked him to get up, Agape straightened up. In his sight, Bishop Juan himself was old and cold, and his gray hair was like a ball of steel wire, stubbornly sticking to his high forehead. His cheekbones were very sharp, and his chin was too pointed and too long. On his thin, hook-like fingers, he wore an ancient heraldic ring, which was tapping the parchment on the table.