There is an open space in the woods. There are no shrubs or trees. I don't know whether it was deliberately cleared by humans or formed naturally. There is a small bonfire piled on the dark soil, and the reflected distorted shadows dance crazily with the crisp singing.
Salomon slowed down and came closer. He held the wand tightly and looked quietly through the bushes. They were several little girls wearing extremely old-fashioned clothes. They were the ones who sang the songs before.
Singing and waving the branches in his hands, he seemed to be performing some kind of ceremony.
The mystic looked around, and after repeatedly confirming that there was no one else in this strange place, he pushed aside the bushes and walked to the place illuminated by the fire. The appearance of Salomon startled the little girls, and they stopped singing, as if
Quail generally crowd together quickly.
"Don't be afraid." Salomon put the wand in his sleeve, ready to draw it out at any time to shoot a magic missile at any weird person who appeared in this weird place. He slowed down his voice and opened his hands to indicate that he had no weapons.
, "I will not hurt you... In fact, I am a student from London and go to school in London. Do you know Eton College? It is near Windsor Castle in the west of London."
Facing Salomon's explanation, these little girls remained silent, just looked at each other, and then waited for him to continue. Before the Age of Discovery began, Henry VI had already founded Eton College, and Salomon
There aren't many loopholes.
"Listen, I..."
"I've heard of London. You're from a big city here!" A slightly bolder girl asked first, "Have you been to Boston?"
"An!" Another girl quickly pulled her sleeve, seeming a little dissatisfied with her recklessness.
"Mary, don't worry, he doesn't look scary at all."
"But he is a foreigner..."
"I haven't been to many places, New York and London are the ones I go to most often." Salomon slowly moved closer to the bonfire. He was thinking about how to weave lies to create a suitable identity, because he didn't know
As for the current specific year, his words certainly could not reveal the nouns of certain places in a specific era. But the little girl's words still revealed some key information - the homeland. This is New England, but it is only in the United States that has not yet become independent.
At that time, the colonists would call Britain this. If he guessed correctly, these little girls in Britain were all Puritans.
"I'm just a student... I got separated from my companions." He said, "This is my homework, observing the folk ecology of the New World. This is a very hard job."
"Your clothes are weird!" the bold girl named Ann asked again, "Is this a new style in London?"
"This is just the attire for adventure." Salomon shrugged, "After all, you can't wear gentleman's clothes when crossing mountains, right? I just want to know how to get to the nearest settlement. My tent and luggage are all
If I lose it, I will starve to death if I don’t find a place to eat.”
It seems that because Salomon is not old and his appearance is not fierce, his rosy face brought out by his superior life is very different from the boys in the village and the sailors on the dock, coupled with his educated temperament, so many little girls
They also gradually lowered their guard. Due to their inexperience in the world, they were completely unable to detect the loopholes in Salomon's lies. They gradually regained their liveliness and began to talk about their village, Salem. Salomon.
While smiling, he took out some candies from the dimensional bag, removed the wrapping paper and handed them to the little girls, while sorting out useful information from their words.
Under the offensive of candy, these skinny girls who had been malnourished all year round quickly spit out what the mystic wanted to know. First, there was a priest in the town, and the white church Salomon saw on the hill before
The steeple belongs to a priest named Paris, and one of the four little girls is the daughter of Pastor Paris.
"Hello, Elizabeth." Salomon touched the little girl's head.
Elizabeth bit the candy very shyly and let Salomon stroke her head.
"It's a pity that Abigail didn't come. Her uncle locked up Abigail again." Ann said, licking the candy, "otherwise she would have eaten these delicious candies."
"Abigail?" Salomon's hand stopped, "Do you have any companions?"
"She's from the Williams family," Ann said. "Her uncle is taking care of her."
"She...what's her uncle's name?" Salomon asked eagerly. He already roughly understood the era he was in.
"Mr. Carter, his full name seems to be Randolph Carter."
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"Colson, hurry up! Don't look back, don't look at those monsters! Run to the place where the gunshots are heard." Natasha Romanoff ran in front, and she was being attacked by a group of people with faces like dogs and spikes.
They were chased by humanoid monsters with claws, which had a mutilated human appearance, and barked loudly in a rapid, crying voice during the chase.
Coulson and she once shot at these monsters, but the rubber-like skin of those monsters greatly reduced the blocking force of the bullets. Even when the magazines were empty, she and Agent Coulson were unable to kill all the monsters.
These monsters gathered more and more, and she had no choice but to escape with Coulson.
Natasha Romanoff stepped over the bushes and rocks vigorously and ran towards the place where the gunfire rang out. After she came to that terrible conclusion, she had a general idea. She thought that she and
Coulson must have encountered the same situation as Salomon. To outsiders, they had disappeared from the world. Natasha was not sure whether these monsters were created by magic, but she still hoped that Salomon was there too.
This, if her guess is correct, they should have been involved in some magical incident. When it comes to magical incidents, Salomon is the expert.
Agent Coulson was also a field agent, and he quickly followed Natasha Romanoff's movements. Firelight was faintly reflected in the woods in the distance, and Natasha Romanoff accelerated her speed.
She jumped over the short bushes and jumped into the forest glade. She saw the person she wanted to see, and also saw several little girls behind Salomon holding a pistol. Then, Ko
Agent Wilson also broke in. He stopped panting because Salomon was pointing his pistol at them.
"Why are you here?" Mystic asked with a frown. When he went to Salem, he didn't find SHIELD agents performing their mission.
"You are missing." Natasha Romanoff said simply and clearly. "Director Fury asked us to find you. But now is not the time to talk about this. You also encountered a monster?"
"We only saw some wild dogs!" Elizabeth said timidly. "If it hadn't been for M. Damonette..."
"Maybe it was attracted by the bonfire." An, who was originally bold, was also scared, "Abigail told me that the ceremony cannot be held tonight..."
"Wild dog? That's..." Agent Coulson was about to speak when he noticed Salomon winking at him. Although he didn't know what happened, he seemed to be aware of the strange atmosphere, and the veteran agent promptly
He stopped what he said next.
"Yes, we also encountered some dangerous 'wild dogs', but I shot them away." Salomon emphasized the pronunciation of the noun. Of course he knew that what he saw was not a wild dog, but a monster.
.But these little girls said that they were often chased by wild dogs in the forest. This statement made Salomon very wary - even after seeing the face of the monster, these little girls still recognized the monster as a wild dog.
This seems to be a cognitive distortion. Salomon is unwilling to break this distortion before fully understanding the situation, because suddenly saying things like monsters will only arouse the hostility of conservative Puritans, even if these Puritans are just a few little girls.
The same is true.
Ever since he knew what era he was in, Salomon had made up his mind not to use magic in front of these Puritans for the time being. Because only in this way could he let these little girls take him into Salem, and he could successfully approach Abi.
Gale Williams, killed that dangerous target in one fell swoop.
"Do you still have bullets?" Salomon asked, "Let's escort these little girls back to Salem... Don't worry, they are my companions. Although we are not Quakers, we are Catholics, but
I won’t tell anyone what you did.”
Salomon looked at Agent Coulson intentionally, "After all, it's around 1692..."
Colson, a history major, immediately recalled what he had learned, and coupled with the previous tips from the mystic, he suddenly understood the time he was in - the eve of the Salem Witch Trials.
"I understand." He forced a smile, bent down and said to these little girls, "We will ensure your safety. When the time comes, please help me ask where we can stay overnight."