Salomon saw a strange pedestal in a trance, and Randolph Carter was sitting on it. Behind him was a chaos intertwined with countless pictures, and Randolph Carter became some kind of amorphous existence.
, He, no, it, is not Him. Behind Him is the door with everything. There are vast possibilities beyond whimsy and mathematical logic. Salomon feels that there is everything behind the ultimate door.
s answer.
But Randolph Carter blocked his view.
"It's not the time yet." The voice from an unknown person boomed like thunder. The voice carried amazing power and melody. Those incomprehensible beings were flashing with this melody. He seemed to be telling Salomon what he saw.
All the three-dimensional worlds he saw were so naive and narrow, and all the possibilities in the world were revealed to him. This unparalleled and terrifying miracle made Salomon uncontrollably fearful. Those things he had once dreamed about
, the illusion that he had briefly glanced at as ridiculous reappeared like reality. Salomon felt himself being firmly grasped by the whirlpool of fear. He prayed to know more, but the existence rejected him. Because now is not the time,
He must first repay his debt. Only after the debt is repaid can his weak mind be destroyed and he can pass through the veil and know the secret from the end to the beginning, which is his reward.
"You can repay your debt with this." Randolph Carter, who was sitting on the hexagonal throne, spoke. "Among countless possibilities, there is only this one chance."
When Salomon regained consciousness, the entrance to the door had become quiet again. Randolph Carter had disappeared, and the fanatical crowd outside the door had also disappeared. Tituba was not here, and neither was Abigail.
Coulson is not here either. Only Natasha stood quietly aside, she was the only one here. "You have been standing here for a long time." She said, "We don't know what happened to you, we only saw
Randolph Carter said something to you and you became like this. What did he say?"
The mystic mage closed his eyes tightly and held his forehead. He only felt that he had a splitting headache. Even if he closed his eyes, there were still various colors of light flashing on his retinas, just like the vast stars he saw and the gaseous creatures with incredible high temperatures.
There was an aurora-like thought deeply imprinted in Nebula's gaseous brain. In addition, the sound of gurgling water continued to ring in his ears, and he heard a person in the unfathomable darkness.
The voice was making a sharp snicker. He knew that what he saw and heard was not normal, but now he could not open his mouth to chant the spell and relied on the power of Hogos to protect his mind, because his soul was
With too many things filled in, the stigmata became active involuntarily, making the already chaotic thoughts even more confusing.
He knew what Randolph Carter's purpose was and what Randolph Carter wanted him to do, but he was not sure whether the purpose of those terrifying beings was consistent with his. In the end, the red holy cloth played a role.
Salomon opened his mouth with difficulty. He only felt that his jaw joints seemed to have not moved for thousands of years. "No, it's nothing." The mystic mage, who struggled to regain his senses, repositioned himself, and he found his mind again.
He realized his original purpose. He spat out a rough voice with a dry throat, "Where is Coulson? What happened after that?"
"The residents seemed to believe that the death of Mr. and Mrs. Williams was also Tituba's curse." Natasha curled her lips disdainfully, "They arrested her, and Governor Sir William Phipps sent a man named Mary
Judge Dou Hopkins came to preside over the witchcraft case here. Coulson followed the residents to the church, and he wanted to follow up on the progress of this matter. As for you, I think what you need now is to rest, but not
Randolph Carter's suspicions are growing here. Let's go to the hotel and I'll have someone tell Coulson."
In fact, Salomon didn't listen to much of Natasha's words, because the inexplicable fear was still vaguely hovering in his brain. If it weren't for the mental training he had exercised when facing Dormammu and the Holy Cloth's influence on him,
protection, now he has gone crazy. He closed his eyes slightly and let Natasha help him walk to the hotel in the town, because now he has a new understanding of everything he sees, no matter it is
Salomon could hear their whispers in the mud and livestock dung under his feet, or in the stars high above the night sky, and along with these whispers was an inexplicable fear. This is not normal, Salomon
He had to wait until his soul calmed down again before he could cast a spell, but fortunately, he was very experienced in this kind of thing. The stigmata had already tempered his soul, and he just needed to rest now.
When Coulson returned to the hotel, he saw Salomon lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and Natasha wrapped him tightly in the quilt. "What happened to him?" Agent Coulson
Pointing at Salomon, he asked in surprise, but Natasha couldn't give an answer to this question. But in any case, staying away from Randolph Carter was the only thing Natasha could do in that situation.
"Okay," Colson nodded, although he didn't understand anything. "They put Tituba in prison. I went to the prison to see it. The environment there was very bad. Tituba might still have to go to jail."
I was whipped because the judge was Matthew Hopkins, the chief witch hunter in British history who specialized in hunting down women suspected of being witches. He was a notorious executioner. Maybe the punishment has already begun. Sir, I need you to sneak into the prison with me.
, rescue Tituba and place her here."
"Are you serious, Coulson?" Natasha asked, "You also know this is just another one."
"Yes, I know." Agent Coulson's expression was very serious, "I know that I may not change anything by doing this, but I will insist on doing it."
"Okay." Salomon, who was lying on the bed, reluctantly opened his eyes. He took one hand out of the quilt and touched the dimensional bag on the bedside. "Natasha, open it and put the red medicine inside.
Take out the glass bottles of liquid and golden liquid."
"What are these?" Natasha asked as she searched for potions. "Are they some kind of wizard's potion?"
"You're right." The Mystic Mage replied weakly, "The red one is a potion for treating minor injuries, and the golden one is a minor restoration potion. I think these are enough to treat Tituba."
"Why?" Coulson asked, "Why did you..."
"Why change your mind, right?" Salomon closed his eyes again, "This is just a game played by some existences. What we have to do is to continue this game and give those great existences a chance
The performance is exciting enough, and the villain has already appeared on the stage, so we, as the righteous party, should also appear on the stage."
Agent Coulson couldn't understand the strange words Salomon said. He raised his eyebrows at Natasha, and Natasha also tilted her head, saying that she couldn't explain it. "Anyway." Coulson
Wilson sighed, "Thank you, Salomon."
"Okay, don't disturb my rest." Salomon's voice gradually deepened and became inaudible, "I want to..."
"Have a sweet dream. Chief Natasha, it's time for us to take action."
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The security measures in the prison in Salem Town are not strong. Natasha and Colson have broken into more heavily guarded places before. This is not a big problem for them. For this operation, Natasha
He changed out of his local clothes and revealed his tight-fitting combat uniform again. Coulson insisted not to kill anyone, but strangled and knocked out the guards. As for the prisoners who stayed up at night and tried to scream, Natasha stunned them
When they found Tituba, the black girl was still wearing the servant's clothes, but her clothes were torn by the whip, and red and black sticky blood seeped out from under the skin.
, sticking fabric scraps to her body, and the flies that swarmed over lay on the wound, sucking in Tituba's body fluids and temperature. The poor girl closed her eyes tightly, lying on the thin straw and making a fuss.
Ruowu moans.
The damp and cold ground continued to deprive her of the remaining warmth, and the ubiquitous stench filled the entire cell. Colson couldn't help frowning, but Natasha said nothing, because she had seen
Worse place.
Natasha pried open the lock of the prison door, and Colson immediately got in. After trampling to death a skinny rat that tried to bite Tituba's flesh and blood, he quickly squatted down and touched the girl's forehead. "
She has a fever, but it is not life-threatening at the moment." Agent Coulson lowered his voice for fear of causing an echo in the stone corridor, "We don't have antibiotics... we can only treat according to the method given by Salomon, but we need to treat it first.
She moved to the hotel."
"I have already prepared it." Natasha took out a large piece of felt cloth from behind and placed it in Colson's arms. Then she picked up Tituba and used the felt cloth in Colson's arms to
Wrap it up. "You take her, and I'll open the way."
"Okay. Without intelligence support, we can only use such traditional methods." Coulson made a face. He was very happy that he could rescue an innocent person. "I believe you can do it, sir, dog lock."
The flintlock musket means nothing to you. But there is another thing that needs your help."
"What?"
"Take care of her." Colson pointed to the girl in his arms with his chin, "I can't help clean up the wounds all over her body, can I?"
"You all need to be taken care of by me." Natasha sighed, "Okay, that's all. I will take care of her tonight, at least so that she won't scream when she gets up the next day."
Salomon slept alone tonight. In the noisy and swirling dream, he saw a city illuminated by the setting sun. The city had high walls, temples, colonnades, and arch bridges built with textured marble.
These buildings all shone with splendor and beauty. He remembered seeing a fountain with a silver base spouting water in a wide square and fragrant gardens, emitting a prism of light. In addition, there was also beauty and elegance.
Trees, flower beds and ivory statues. Immediately afterwards, his perspective moved uncontrollably, past the seven hundred steps and the enchanted fluorescent forest, and past the residence of the gods in the icy wasteland.
Finally, we stopped at an onyx castle that was more majestic than any castle in the world.
There he heard the same jeering laughter as he had heard in the entrance hall of Randolph Carter's house.