If Agent Coulson had previously harbored doubts about Enoch's origins, then at this moment he completely believed Enoch's identity. If he had not been an android sent to Earth thirty thousand years ago to carry out observation duties, Enoch could never have personally witnessed so much history that modern people could only learn about through legends. As the best way to pass the time, Agent Coulson frequently asked Enoch to show him human history. Even humanity's bloody history, filled with famine, war, and plague, remained the best way for Agent Coulson to study and conduct research in this small room.
He learned much and witnessed much. After all, there was no better history teacher in the world than Enoch. In this room, Enoch and Constantine had prepared scented candles to stabilize his mind and medical equipment to ensure his physical health. He could study everything he needed for the mission ahead without reservation. He witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties, wars and plagues, the sparks of wisdom behind inventions and creations, and the raging flames of ignorance and superstition. It seemed to be some kind of instinct—whenever a historical event occurred, Enoch was always present.
"Wait, pause it!"
Hearing Agent Coulson's request, Enoch reached out and pressed the pause button. Coulson pointed at the man in knightly armor on the screen. Battlefield smoke had blackened the knight's surcoat, and old blood covered the indistinct heraldry, making his allegiance impossible to identify. The exhausted warhorse's hooves were caked in mud, and it bore spoils wrapped in rags. Agent Coulson could almost smell the weary, sorrowful air through the footage.
"Where is this?"
"During the Hundred Years' War. In another two minutes, you will see one of the most famous female commanders in human history, the special individual humans call Saint