Agent Coulson's very friendly temperament also made several little girls put down their hostility a little. The most courageous girl, Ann Putman with red hair, volunteered to lead the way, while Elizabeth Pain, who was only 9 years old,
Reese still hid behind Salomon and refused to come out. This round-faced little girl always felt scared whenever she saw Natasha Romanoff, because her father often instilled in her the terrifying legends of witches.
In her eyes, a woman as beautiful as Natasha must be related to a witch. Elizabeth's friends were also very curious as to why Elizabeth was so quiet today, but when they saw Salomon's half-dark face illuminated by the fire
Face, he chuckled knowingly.
Little girls in the countryside always fantasize about what their future husband will look like, a young and strong farmer, or a sailor who wanders around? Salomon, a young man who is in adolescence and whose facial lines are changing from round to sharp, just hits the mark.
Elizabeth Paris also thought that her father would accept a student from London.
As for Salomon's thoughts, well, no one has ever asked him.
Compared to beauties like Natasha Romanoff, who is rarely seen in small towns, Coulson, who is like a gentleman, is easier to accept, at least this is what Ann Putman, the leader of this group of little girls, thinks so,
Because Agent Coulson looks like a pampered gentleman, even if he is not an aristocrat, then he is a clean scholar. At least there is no dead skin from the wind and sun in his wrinkles, and his eye sockets are not red from the sea breeze all year round.
, and there is no stench of livestock on him. No matter where he goes, anyone will think that he is a person who has nothing to do with hard work.
As for Natasha Romanoff...Ann Putman didn't want to comment, because the clothes that hugged the body and didn't know what kind of material they were made of were too immoral, and Natasha's curved figure was too tempting.
Men, even prostitutes in big cities would not dress like this. Ann had heard the sailors at the dock talk about Soho in London, and she thought that those women with corrupt morals should be exactly like Natasha.
Along the way, they heard nothing except a few rapid barks. Colson and Ann Putman walked in the front, and in the middle were two other girls, Salomon and Natasha Roman.
Nov walked last, and the Black Widow agent seemed to know that this was not the place for conversation. Although she was confused, she did not ask too much about the situation here. These little girls seemed to come to this forest glade often, and they mentioned
Turning on the lantern, he walked along a path covered by shrubs to the village. Salomon was thinking about the reason why he arrived here, the reason for this inexplicable time travel, and what caused all of this.
?
Is it Abigail Williams? Is there something else he doesn't know? Salomon is not sure. He can only confirm one thing, that is, His Holiness saw him ending this incident through the Eyes of Agamotto.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to come to Salem. The reason why His Holiness insisted on letting him carry out the mission alone may also be because this matter is actually related to him.
Could it be...the stigmata? Salomon thought of that crazy poor guy. But so far, he knew too little information. He only knew that he was in 1692. He could only temporarily assume that he would kill
Abigail Williams can solve the incident. If possible, he plans to find a place to open the portal to Kama Taj and talk to the Supreme Master in 1692 about this matter. He believes that with the Supreme Master’s
Insights should provide a solution.
Agent Coulson played to his advantage while chatting with Ann Putman. He easily extracted a lot of information from Ann Putman. For example, Ann Putman had a distant cousin.
Also living in a small town, her name is Alice Parker, an annoyingly pious guy who carries a Bible every day; Ann Putman mentioned that she has a tall, muscular friend named Margo
Little, many young men in town pursued her; she also introduced another girl besides Elizabeth, Mary Walcott, who sang with them and was a helper of the Putman family.
In addition, there were some trivial matters in the town. After Ann Putman finished talking nonsense, she began to ask Colson questions. She asked Colson what London was like and what Boston was like.
The conspicuousness of this topic also attracted the attention of the other two girls. Small-town girls always dream of going to the big city, and they are no exception.
Salomon reminded Colson here, "I found my mentor before I went to college. Mr. Colson was my history professor, and I planned to major in his course."
"I'm not in London all year round because I need to go on archaeological trips around the world. Mr. Damonette just started working as my assistant and got separated from us." Agent Coulson quickly continued, "We are here this time.
, is for..."
"Study local folklore and monuments." Romanov glanced at Salomon. She didn't expect the mystic to be so accustomed to lying. She thought that magicians were crazy and simple guys.
"Yes, that's right." Agent Coulson nodded, "Folklore, this may be related to Indian ruins..."
"Aborigines?!" Mary Walcott couldn't help but raise her voice, "It was the aborigines who killed Abigail's parents!"
"That's right!" Elizabeth also frowned, "Father said that they are all sinners who have never heard the voice of God, and are out-and-out pagans."
Salomon glared at Colson. Unexpectedly, this history major actually made a very dogmatic mistake. "Don't worry." The mystic mage explained, "We are not sympathizers with the aborigines.
There is no such person at Oxford University."
The name Abigail also reminded Agent Coulson of the Salem Witch Trials. He asked Ann Putman, "What day is it today?"
"April 21st."
Colson took a deep breath - in a few days, the Salem massacre will occur, he once learned when studying American history. Answering Ann Putman was obviously a kind of torture, she also asked Science
Wilson, why do you take a prostitute with you on your adventure? Are all London gentlemen like this?
Natasha Romanoff glared at the girl, and Coulson looked embarrassed. He didn't know how to answer for a moment. After all, SHIELD didn't have the way for professors to talk to seventeenth-century Puritans. "I'm a maid.
Mr. Damonette's maid." Natasha thought of Salomon's accent, so she helped herself, "Mr. Damonette... Oh, it's Sir Damonette, his daily life
I take care of them all, even during the adventure."
Salomon glanced at Natasha in surprise. He couldn't imagine what this woman was going to do. In fact, Natasha was preparing for a stay in a small town later. She wanted to find a chance to be alone with Salomon so that she could get to know him better.
The ins and outs of this matter. After thinking for a few seconds, Colson understood Natasha's intention. He thought this was a good opportunity. Since they came after Salomon, it was only right to ask Salomon.
Already.
"Everything?" Elizabeth raised her head and asked.
"Of course it's everything, little sister, including the kind you think of."
Elizabeth blushed and lowered her head. Salomon glared at Natasha dissatisfied, but the woman just smiled at him without explaining. When the group could vaguely see the dim lights of the town,
At that moment, a girl ran over panting. When she got closer, everyone saw the girl's appearance.
She has long, smooth golden hair, and there are several cute bows tied in it. She wears a light black round felt hat, and the pale calves exposed under the tight pumpkin pants are very slender, even if she is
In April when the ice and snow melt, my clothes are very thin.
"An!" The little girl ran over panting and stopped in front of everyone, "I'm looking for you... Didn't I agree that we can't sing curse songs today! Ah, who are they?"
"Are they coming here... to study, or to dig something?" Ann Putman said, "They are people from London anyway."
"Foreigners?" The girl suddenly became interested, "You must have been to many places, right?"
The three strangers all nodded. Coulson and Natasha are not necessarily the majority, they are agents, and Salomon has also traveled to many places through the portal. "Then you must have been to Boston?!"
The girl's eyes lit up. In her heart, the biggest city was Boston.
"Actually, we just passed through Boston." Agent Coulson said. He didn't know much about Boston at this time, so he reasoned that he didn't understand either.
"If possible, can you tell me about big cities?" the girl asked, "London, New York, etc. are fine. Although my uncle often tells me his adventure stories, he often gets very early in the morning recently.
Leaving home...ah, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Abigail Williams, just call me Abby."
No one could tell that the tall and thin 11-year-old girl in front of them was actually the girl who reported on many villagers and triggered the trial during the Salem massacre. Agent Coulson blinked, and Salomon stood up straight.
The hand behind his back secretly held the wand, ready to cast a spell at any time. But Natasha Romanoff held his hand down. Even in the face of Salomon's sharp gaze, Natasha Romanoff still couldn't help but
Planning to let go.
"Don't tell me that you have such a sense of justice now." She lowered her voice and said, "She is not that kind of person now."
"Shut up, Natasha Romanoff." Salomon broke away from her hand, "This may be the only way to solve this matter."
"I won't let you do such a thing. Do you want to be executed based on absurd historical records?" Romanov grabbed the other end of the wand, "Besides, you don't think about the consequences of what we do, will it?
Affect the future... Don't move it, it's made of wood, I can break it at any time after I hold it."
"If you want to be bombed to death, then please do so." Salomon frowned deeply, "What the history records may not be true, but Abigail Williams is the key to all this, and all of this