Salomon finished writing an adventure novel with an effort of 30,000 updates a day. When he finished writing, the night was already very dark. Agent Coulson took the manuscript back to his room and planned to stay up all night memorizing the article.
The mystic mage drowsily lay on the bed, and was immediately hugged by a warm body. Natasha Romanov didn't mean to avoid it at all. She took off her tight-fitting combat uniform and took off her clothes.
He helped Salomon put his broken pieces on the bedside. The mystic didn't open his eyes the whole time, just letting Romanov help him take off his clothes. He was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery now. What he needed was to make up for it.
Mental sleep.
"Go to sleep, magician." Natasha said softly, "I have work tomorrow morning."
The next morning, Salomon got up very late because he had eight hours of standard sleep. When he opened his eyes, he found Natasha already dressed and sitting aside. "Agent Coulson has already
Get up, Randolph Carter went out very early, and I don’t know what he went to do. I suggest not to follow him for the time being to avoid causing hostility." She first finished talking about the situation when Salomon was asleep, and then she continued
With a teasing tone, he said, "You don't look like an adolescent boy at all. You didn't react at all when I hugged you. I even doubted whether you were interested in women."
"Heh." Salomon pretended to smile disdainfully, "Of course I'm interested, Agent Romanov, I have to admit that you are beautiful, both in terms of face and figure. But if I didn't have this
Self-control, then it is impossible for me to get full marks in the first class, and what I care about is not your beauty, but your ability, other things are worthless to me. And... I prefer
Girls with abs.”
"Thank you for the compliment, Sir Damonette. You are telling the truth, and your browsing history proves it. But, there must be more to it than that, right?"
"What's wrong with liking paper girls? Don't look at my browsing history next time, that's my privacy!" Salomon immediately blushed after being exposed, "Also, why are you still here?"
"Then maybe you should change to another computer to read those things. I didn't even know you had such strong tastes." Natasha raised her eyebrows in satisfaction, "Besides, I am your maid, and I have to stay here to serve you.
Master, this is the role I want to play this time."
"Okay, okay." Salomon rubbed his hands, jumped out of the warm bed, and quickly put on his clothes, "What is Agent Coulson doing now?"
"He took the gold you gave him to exchange for some pennies, and then went to the tavern in the town, where he hoped to collect intelligence." Natasha curled her lips, fully expressing her ridicule, "It seems
People in this small town are not all very religious, otherwise the tavern would not be open in the morning."
"They will ask others to be pious, but as for themselves... that's fine. It is human nature to be lenient to yourself and harsh to others." Salomon put on his clothes and brought everything he needed, including the oath of victory.
Sword. He said, "We can wait until Randolph Carter comes back before saying goodbye. It would be ungentlemanly to say goodbye without saying goodbye."
"But now... let's set off. Try to complete the exploration before the owner of this house comes back." Natasha showed Salomon the equipment on her wrist, "Even without a gun, I can solve the problem. I suggest You'd better save bullets, only muskets can be used in this era."
"I have a wand, I have magic, I even have a sword."
"You can lend me your sword. I have learned some swordsmanship."
"Don't even think about it, Natasha Romanov." Salomon rejected the proposal. "There are only two people in the world who are qualified to hold this sword, but you are not included."
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"Well, there is no information." In the afternoon, Agent Coulson returned to Carter's residence. He sat on the chair in the guest room with some dejection. "I have booked three rooms in the hotel. Maybe the scope of our activities tomorrow will be It can be expanded a bit. Where are your findings?”
"One thing." Salomon sat on the bed, his boots still stained with black soil. He said, "Even if I took out the Agamotto crystal ball, I still couldn't find the birthplace of the alien magic and the monster's lair. Because the forest is full of alien magic, but we still noticed some places where the magic is more densely distributed, and we found something there..."
"There are more than one clearing in the forest, and people have stayed in those places." At this time, Natasha had already changed into local clothes, covering her tight-fitting combat uniform tightly. This was what Salomon asked at the end of the reconnaissance mission. She went to buy it herself. She said, "We found many footprints there, fresh footprints. Some were local people's shoe prints, which are easy to identify, and some were barefoot footprints. Moreover, those footprints seemed messy. But in fact, there are patterns, like...like some kind of dance. Judging from the size of these footprints, they should all be female footprints."
"A coven of witches." Salomon mentioned a word, "There are really witches in this town."
"Then Abigail's suspicion can be ruled out. She didn't leave the house last night, nor in the past few days." Colson shrugged, "Remember those girls we met last night? I met them today. They also chatted with them for a while. In fact, they were holding some kind of ceremony last night. This ceremony was told to them by Abigail. Her uncle seemed to have known about it for a long time. The poor girl's lunch Canceled. But I still secretly brought her some food from the tavern, the ones you just ate, and I bought three portions."
"Where is the origin of the ceremony?" Natasha asked, "Is it Tituba? I have never studied American history. I am Russian."
"That's right." Colson nodded, "The black girl was also punished, just before Randolph Carter left home. The locals seemed to be somewhat hostile to the Voodoo faith."
"Even three hundred years later, the Puritans will still be hostile to the pagans. This is nothing surprising." Salomon sighed, "The current situation is that there are indeed witches in the town, but with Abigail and Titu It has nothing to do with Ba, right? Those rituals are useless, there is no magic element in them."
"Yes, maybe those witches are the reason why we are in an abnormal situation. Salomon, please look away from Abigail and Tituba. She is not the initiator." Colson said extremely optimistically, " Although we don’t know who those witches are, we will find out and solve the matter, because I also discovered the disappearance of non-white children in the town, maybe those things were done by witches. As for Randolph Carter I think there will be a result tonight, but before that, we need to solve another thing."
"What's up?"
"The Salem Witch Trials." Colson said, "It has already begun. I heard rumors in the tavern that the girl who fell ill was the girl we all knew, the Putman family's helper, Mary Walcott.
Pastor Parris has gone to her home to exorcise the demon, but it's to no avail. I've sworn to protect the innocent before, and I'll do the same this time."
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However, things did not develop as Colson imagined. Near dusk, Mary Walcott, who had calmed down again, confessed what she had done in the woods. She also confessed that these rituals were performed by Randolph
·Professor Tituba, the black slave girl of the Carter family.
Then blindness and fanaticism began to spread like sparks in hay.
The superstitious and fanatical town residents held torches and followed the adults of the Putman family to Randolph Carter's house. Agent Coulson pushed Tituba through the door of the house and asked her to stay with Abigail.
Together, he asked Natasha and Salomon to take care of them. He stood in front of the gate alone, blocking the town residents from breaking into the house. Agent Coulson was unwilling to hurt them, so he could only resist them.
The gate barely pushed these enthusiastic people.
No matter what he said, these people just didn't want to listen. The residents felt that they had no need to listen to a stranger. Ann Putman's parents even threatened Colson that if he didn't get out of the way, they would throw torches.
On him.
Coulson took a deep breath. "No." He took out his pistol, "Don't even think about it."
"How do you think Coulson will solve this matter?" Salomon stood by the door, looking at Natasha and the trembling Tituba and Abigail in her arms. "When you were performing the mission,
Have you ever encountered this situation?"
"Often," Natasha said, "but at that time we had guns, a lot of guns, high-tech equipment and even Quinjet fighters."
"If that doesn't work, I will protect Agent Coulson's safety." Salomon said, "Don't worry, I won't kill them. It's just a broken bone."
"Don't be afraid, Tituba." Abigail stood on tiptoes, comforting the servant who was older than herself, "Mr. Colson is a very powerful scholar, he will convince them, and Miss Maid will also protect them.
your."
Tituba didn't answer, she just hugged her shoulders and curled up in Natasha's arms.
"Listen to me! Listen to me!" Agent Coulson yelled, "Calm down! You have to understand that you have no right to do this!"
"It is the power given to us by God! It is she who has invited the devil!" They waved their torches with ferocious faces, "Get out of here, Cockneys! This is not London, get out of here! Get back to your cabin!"
"What happened?" When Randolph Carter squeezed through the crowd and appeared in front of the fanatical residents, the tense atmosphere eased slightly. Unlike Colson, Randolph Carter had a strong influence in the local area.
He has high prestige not only because he serves in the seminary in Boston, but also because he is a wise man in the town and many people will listen to his opinions.
"I originally thought that what happened yesterday was a prank that my daughter and her friends often played. But this morning, my servant Mary suddenly became unwell and struggled as if she had a fever." Mr. Putman said, "She
He even screamed strangely and tried to strangle the priest's neck."
"She is very strong, she doesn't look like a girl at all." Pastor Paris also added, "It's like...as if she was possessed by the devil! Then, we found this from the straw on her bed.
"
Pastor Paris took out a somewhat crude wooden doll, "This is a prop used by witches to curse!"
"My daughter confessed," said Mr. Putman, "Tituba made this!"
Colson looked at Ann Putman who was hiding behind Mr. Putman. The girl looked horrified. "I didn't know at all!" She looked a little hysterical, even under the light of the torch, her face
He was also a little pale, "That thing is so scary, it's a prop used for witchcraft!"
"Obviously An and the others took that thing by themselves!" Abigail muttered angrily behind the door, "Obviously it was all by themselves..."
Salomon glanced at Abigail. The girl in front of him was still haunted by the mystery. Is this girl the one who escaped from Balthazar's seal? If not, then where is that Abigail?
?What is this Abigail?
Randolph Carter opened the door and let Tituba come out. Coulson once wanted to stop him, but failed. When Randolph Carter saw Salomon standing in front of him, he whispered
He said something that the Mystic Mage had not expected at all, but that only he could hear.