Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

In the temple, a handsome man with his upper body naked and a golden crown on his head [Indra] walked towards Gao Changkong with a smile.

"Garuda, I hope you can remember that it was Bharata who saved you in your most dangerous time."

His big hands were placed on Gao Changkong's shoulders, and his deep eyes stared into Gao Changkong's eyes.

"Don't do anything stupid. Otherwise, the Tri-God will never forgive you! Neither will I."

Gao Changkong felt a huge sense of oppression.

Although he is now a stranger close to the Black Chariot level, he is also ranked high among the entire Tianlong Babu.

However, when facing this true child of destiny, the owner of the top Brahman bloodline, and the strongest man in the Bharata Alliance, he still had a huge gap.

Gao Changkong put his hands together and saluted in the standard posture of Brahmanism.

"I will never forget your teachings!"

When he lowered his head, at an angle invisible to others, the corners of his mouth curled up in a disdainful arc.

……

The sharp sound of the wind whistled over the snowfield and passed through the frozen jungle.

Even the huge coniferous forests could hardly survive under such temperatures and were frozen into rows of silver ice sculptures.

Deep in the woods, there is a quiet and peaceful area where stands an ancient Gothic castle.

On the third floor of the castle, in an ancient library.

The red bookshelf carries the vicissitudes of time, and is filled with thick books, all of which are old versions that are extremely rare in the outside world.

You know, in this electronic age, most people have basically said goodbye to reading paper books.

This library looks like it has a history of at least a hundred years.

Because there are even parchment scrolls and thread-bound books with very crude sewing craftsmanship on the bookshelf.

An old man with silver hair walked to the bookshelf alone, rummaged through the bookshelf marked "Economics" for a while, and took out a copy of Adam Smith's "The Wealth of Nations". Then he walked leisurely to the mahogany desk next to him, opened the book and started reading.

However, as a classic European building and such an old study, it is surprising that the almost necessary "Holy Book" is not seen in a prominent place.

The old man was dressed elegantly, with a flannel suit made from British textiles that fitted his upper body tightly, making him look low-key and sophisticated.

He did not undergo eye surgery to adjust his presbyopia. Instead, he chose to take out a pair of old reading glasses from his chest pocket, hang them on his ears, and slowly flip through the great book in the field of economics.

The old man read for a long time, completely ignoring the howling cold wind outside the window. When the cold wind hit the window, the irregular sound actually made him enjoy it a little.

I vaguely recalled the time when he was young and studying business administration in Massachusetts.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a steady knock on the old wooden door.

The old man slowly turned his head and glanced at the door, then said, "Come in."

"Squeak-"

The heavy wooden door, which was almost black in color, was slowly opened, and a middle-aged man with an elegant appearance and wearing an expensive suit walked in from outside.

He had a silk handkerchief made of Belen on his chest. After entering the door, he carefully used the handkerchief to wipe off the marks he left on the door handle.

This looks like a scene from a killer movie, but this gentleman did it just to prevent his hand sweat from corroding the original door handle from the 30s.

The middle-aged man walked to a place not far in front of the old gentleman, bowed his head respectfully and said, "President, we have received a request for assistance from Huaxu Country."

The plain-looking old man at the table, who could be seen in any university library in the world, slowly took off his reading glasses, then gently closed the book with his wrinkled hands and looked up at him.