This thought flashed through my mind, and the next moment Froud relaxed his body again. It was just a matter of inertia - just like what he was planning to do now. Although he was the first saint of the Gate of Truth, when it comes to faith, this lazy young man may be the least firm of the twelve saints. He has always had an optional attitude towards beliefs such as "King of God" and "Eden", and has not pursued them frantically, nor has he felt rejected. The reason he participated in such a group was on the one hand because he was grateful to Longines for his father's care, and on the other hand, it was purely because of "wanting to do something".

A person who suddenly possesses powerful power will certainly want to do something unique, while a normal and orderly society will not give him such opportunities... But the door to truth can.

Perhaps it is precisely because he is not a purely determined person that after reality ruthlessly breaks the pious belief in many people's hearts, he is the one who can be the most calm and composed. So he still "want to do something" now - such as awakening Zeus's power.

As for what impact will be after doing this, this is not within his consideration.

"So, when is it better for us to set out?" Froud asked.

After realizing that this man might be a good chat partner, he felt a little joy in his heart. Although the other party's willpower was extremely strong, he was still confident that he could completely suppress the soul in the man's body and hold him in his palm.

The days of escape were really hard, but the most difficult thing was not the tired body, but the lonely soul. Christina was not an easy person to get along with, and Frode was not so stupid that he chatted with strangers all the way to express his depression. Therefore, when such a man was in his hands, he had a hidden desire to talk in his heart. At present, there were no pursuers behind them, and he could "handle" the man without any scruples after "venting".

So his tone became gentle and peaceful, as if he was chatting with the same friend, and even took the cigarette handed over by the man.

Enoke seemed to be a smoker. When Froud broke into his house, the man smoked in front of his two children. From then on until now, except for the moment when his soul was "conquered" by Froud, the cigarettes on his mouth have never stopped.

Enoch threw Frode a lighter, then smiled and pointed to a cloud hanging alone in the sky to the north: "Maybe it won't work in the past few days," he said with a narrowed eye. "In my experience, there will be wind and snow in the next few days. We have to wait at least three days later."

Froud frowned irritably, and the good mood just now disappeared. Anyone knows the reason why night dreams are too long, let alone two guys who are wanted. Wait for three more days... Maybe someone will come here tomorrow and find their whereabouts.

However, the boredom can only be hidden in his heart, and he has no choice. He believes that this person is telling the truth - the person who can tell lies under the influence of his ability is probably not born on this planet. And he is not the perverts who strengthen his body - even if he is still much better than ordinary people in terms of physical fitness, he does not have enough courage to challenge Mount Olympus, which is shrouded in the wind and snow - once the snow on the mountain pours down, those things will not obediently surrender just because of his trembling body.

At this time the man asked another question that Frowder unexpectedly: "What are you looking for here?"

Frode turned his head and looked at him in surprise. Enoch blinked innocently, as if he didn't understand why his ordinary words surprised the other party.

"Why am I looking for?" Froud asked again, putting his hand in the gun in his pocket for the second time.

"Sorry, I always say something." The man waved his hand indifferently and showed a cheerful smile. "No one would come to climb the mountain to enjoy it at this time. And judging from your clothes, you came here on a long journey. Not like a climber who just wants to pass the time."

"And someone came some time ago-" The man bounced the cigarette butt outside the car window, but unfortunately he lost his hand. The cigarette butt swirled in the air and fell on his coat. He ignored it and twisted the cigarette butt with two fingers and threw it out, lit another cigarette, and continued, "It was all military cars. I ran into the mountain for nearly a month, but in the end I didn't seem to find anything."

Froud sniffed his face and asked in a deep voice: "How long ago?"

The man scratched his hair and said uncertainly: "Six months ago? Or five months ago?"

Froud breathed a sigh of relief. This had nothing to do with him. Six or five months ago, humans were still fighting against species. Since most species were legendary guys, smart people would naturally know where to look for those possible lurkers. Olympus is the palace of the legendary "gods", and the military will of course investigate it carefully - but it seems that they did not find any results.

Froud took a deep breath with mixed emotions. The air outside the car window was a little sweetened by the sun. The smell of melted snow was mixed with the smell of those wilted plants and metal, filling the lungs with him a sense of empty satisfaction. He knew that the extremely powerful species was actually hidden in the mountain, but he didn't know how to find it, just like those people. It might be easy to deal with when the base was still there. Unfortunately, it has been wiped out now.

This inexplicable feeling flowed through the limbs and bones driven by bioelectricity in the body, and it seemed that someone stood behind his soul and gently pushed it. At the moment when the car was slightly bumping because of a stone, he spat out a sentence: "I'm here to look for that thing too - you know, kind of species. They're looking for kind of species, so do I."

Frode felt his body become empty because of this sentence, but then he became relaxed. He said the secret - the driver in the world now has no more than four people.

But that doesn't matter. In a few days, the driver buried himself in Mount Olympus and would not have the chance to mention it with the fifth person. What's more, Froud himself made up his mind to have a good chat with this unique guy - he hasn't spoken so calmly for a long time.

Enoke indeed opened his mouth wide and stared at him sideways. But this surprise was different from what Froud imagined - the other party seemed to be just surprised why he told such a secret, rather than being surprised by the secret itself. It seemed that even though his will was firm, he was inevitably affected by the extraordinary ability of the First Saint.

This discovery made him feel relieved again, and he turned to look at Enoke. The middle-aged man stood aside with a calm expression, staring at the battery without saying anything. Froud realized that perhaps this was because the man's thinking was becoming increasingly dull. Ordinary people affected by his ability would have this side effect - it is not a comfortable thing to be controlled by others. The longer he stayed with Froud, the less clear his mind would be. An ordinary adult man would become an idiot after being controlled for about three days, and a woman might endure the fourth day.

Obviously, this person has become more and more dull, so he is a little harder to do such things. So Froud himself walked to the other side and opened the battery compartment, turned off the power supply first, then took out the battery with the red light, installed the new one. Then restarted the power supply and closed the lid.

"Let's go." He said, and got into the car.

Enoke also returned to the car and the car was back on the road.

But Frode thought about it and still didn't take out his hand in his pocket. Because after the car started, he realized something - the box of the battery equipped with equipment was covered with dust. This meant that no one had touched the box for a long time. However, when he got on the car with Enoke, he carefully observed it and concluded that the car had been used frequently recently.

A portable hydrogen battery costs up to 500 euros, and the price of that box of batteries is almost as good as this car. In fact, this car is not a good car - it belongs to the Volkswagen brand. But men keep the car very well. Although the numbers on the odometer indicate that the car has been at least four years old, the car is clean and tidy. Even the edges of the ashtray are clean.

This shows that Enoke is a thrifty, careful and organized man.

Then... Froder looked at him carefully. He was still very difficult when he owned such a car in North America, and he also regarded this thing as a treasure. Therefore, he knew that it would be better not to use up all the electricity at once when using this type of hydrogen battery. When the situation allows, it is best to replace it with a new one after the power drops to less than half. Because completely exhausting the power will shorten the service life of the hydrogen battery, and such a battery is worth 500 euros, which is not a bargain.

A man like Enoke must be the same as before, who will replace him with a new battery after parking every day. But the problem is that this guy seems to have not touched the battery box for a long time... It's not like his own personality.

In fact, there is another possibility - disaster is coming. How many people will continue to follow the previous life trajectory? Maybe this guy has no intention of thinking about these things - a battery can last four years, and no matter how hard it is, it can be enough for three years... And who knows whether he is still alive in three years in today's world.

Frode tried to convince himself like this, but he always vaguely felt something was wrong. While staring at Enoch, he recalled the scene when he first met him, intending to find some reason to dispel the idea, or to kill him with one shot.

Enoch's home is both clean and simple. This is rare for a single man who lives with two children. The two children are taciturn and hardly spoke, but their clothes are neat and clean, and they are obviously taken care of. When Froud walked into the house, he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it for a moment. It was not until now that he picked up the doubts in his heart that he realized what was "not right"—

Enoke's home is too "old-school". Today, with the development of technology, he has not seen any decent electronic devices in his home - no TV, no telephone, no air conditioning, and even no doorbell. Froud did not go to the kitchen to watch it, but now he doubts whether the man's kitchen will still use fossil fuel. Recalling the man when he first met, he told him that his wife had left because he could not stand "this life"...

He sighed softly and asked, "So you are a greener?"

"Greenism" is a very popular concept - before the war, in Europe. A group of people who had nothing to do because of the welfare of modern technology believed that technological progress made human life lose its due meaning and made people lazy. For example, things that originally needed to be visited to solve were now only a phone call. This made people increasingly alienated from others and made more people tend to use phones or computers to solve problems instead of doing it themselves.

Therefore, many radicals who support this concept advocate blocking all high-tech equipment and bringing their lives back to the last century. Froud once saw a Frenchman's exemplary "pastoral life" through the Internet - he grew vegetables and grains in his own manor. He used human resources to remove the crust. When cooking food, he used firewood instead of electricity or gas. Every night's entertainment was to read or drink in the candlelight.

Frode didn't know how long the guy lasted, but he suspected that the man named Enoch was the same as the Frenchman. But he didn't do it thoroughly, and he still had a car. If it weren't for the fact that the environmental tax in Europe had already been terrifyingly higher, Enoch might not have driven this hydrogen-powered car. Instead, he would have chosen a traditional car. The place he lived was too far from the nearest city, and no matter how radical he was, he would not have been able to walk up with his legs and go to the city to buy things one day and one night, and then walk back one day and one night.

In this way, a person probably won’t care about the issue of “the lifespan of hydrogen batteries”?—He was originally disgusted with all high-tech products.

Enoch turned around and looked at Frode with his blue eyes, and said "um" lightly.

"Yes." The man added, "There are too few greens now."

Then he looked out the car window with his face. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was west. The sun shone on the top of the snow peak of Olympus, and the bright light shone among the mountains, as if the gods had opened the door to the kingdom of God.

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Chapter completed!