The mystic mage opened his eyes, not thinking clearly about where he was for a moment. After a few seconds, he recalled what happened in the past two days. Although he still had a headache, he could already cast spells.
He also roughly guessed what all this was about. The next step was to find the mastermind behind the scenes and expel him from the world. Salomon reached out and took out a bottle of potion from the dimensional bag and drank it, then got up and opened the door.
He called the guest room to prepare hot water, but he hadn't taken a shower for two days. Although the conditions of this hotel were not particularly good, the required services could be completed despite the money offensive.
Just as he was soaking in the large wooden bathtub, enjoying the hard-won warmth of the cold morning, Natasha walked in wearing local clothes. "Is it done?" Salomon raised his eyebrows and asked.
He asked, "How is Tituba?"
Natasha looked a little haggard. She yawned and blinked again. "I stayed with her last night." Natasha said, "She woke up once. The potion you gave her was very effective. She
Now she's asleep again. Colson said we have to hide her. He has already renewed the room fee for a month. The gold you gave is still useful. At least gold is still hard currency now. Get out of the way. I
Come in. By the way, can you do laundry here? I only have one set of underwear."
"I will use magic to dry it, and your clothes can be handed over to my invisible servant." Salomon said, "Including the water temperature, it can always be maintained at the most suitable temperature. These are all little tricks."
"But it's incredible for ordinary people." Natasha Romanoff generously took off the local people's clothes, muddy shoes and other clothing. She did not avoid the sight of the mystic mage at all.
She stretched her legs and stepped into the bathtub. She leaned against the bathtub, closed her eyes, and breathed a long sigh of relief. She had had a hard time these past two days, and even her sleep time was sacrificed by the mission.
"I'm in good shape, right?" She glanced at the water, narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, "Your reaction says it all."
"I didn't expect you to be so direct." Salomon rolled his eyes, "I'm not yet a minor, so there's no need to use Yanzi's methods on me. I won't be fooled. Ms. Romanov, you want to
You know, I respect you very much and respect your efforts...so if you have anything to say, you can tell me directly, without going through this method."
"You are quite well developed and have a good figure. It can be seen that you have been trained." Natasha blinked at the Mystic Mage. She did not explain her real purpose, but planned to aggravate her situation in Salou.
Meng felt the weight in her heart, because she knew that what she wanted might be difficult to obtain. She said, "Adult men will make some hot-headed actions under the influence of hormones. How do you hold back? Hormones surge during adolescence.
Age. Or is this gentlemanly behavior?"
"This has nothing to do with being a gentleman, it's all about moderation." Salomon pulled a towel to block Natasha's privacy. Although the effect was not good, it was better than nothing. He said, "To learn magic, you must control your desires. I am very good at it.
Control your desires...well, except for intellectual curiosity. But your black garter stockings really struck a chord with me, and I'm happy with it. You can rest here while I go explore the town with Agent Coulson,
To be honest, Agent Coulson's actions were really ill-considered. It would be more practical to directly assassinate the witch inquisitor. I will also leave you my gun. Remember to lock the door. I will summon a magical servant to serve you before I leave.
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Natasha stretched her legs out of the water and pressed against Salomon's chest, preventing him from leaving the bathtub. "Agent Coulson is still sleeping, we can stay for a while," she said, "He couldn't help yesterday either.
Be less busy. Foreigners who are too concerned about the affairs of the town are very conspicuous. In fact, Agent Coulson is already very conspicuous, because in the past few days, there are not many ships docked at the small pier in the town, and there are not many foreigners.
Come here. I suggest you and Coulson go to the tavern. I can even imagine those fools bragging about their bravery in catching witches in the tavern."
"If they know that the prisoner is missing, they will definitely say that they have foresight, and it will make those idiots even more fanatical and superstitious. I plan to go to the forest, that is, to the suspicious forest glade we discovered before. I have a hunch...
Last night, the witches in the town will definitely hold a gathering, and they are responsible for the alien magic in the forest." Salomon grabbed Natasha's feet and tried to move them away, but the female agent refused to let go.
She even stretched her feet under the water. The Mystic Master caught her in time and said, "Stop making trouble, I'm leaving."
"I feel like you are running away, magician." The female agent said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be such a shy person."
"If you continue this behavior, I think you may have to fight with another lady." Salomon shrugged, "I am her guardian, but she is a demon wizard."
"Ha, she, the witch!" Natasha chuckled twice, "Is the witch more attractive to a magician?"
"No, she just...has longer legs than you."
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"I haven't had a good communication with you yet." Agent Coulson yawned, and he stood on the street and talked, "This is the first time I've met Asgardians since I came to New Mexico.
Coming to you. How did you meet Director Fury?"
"I broke into his office and let him see the horrors of the wizarding world." Salomon and Agent Coulson walked side by side. "Don't even think about finding information in my files. I believe Nick Fury must
He will hide this secret very deeply, just like how he lost one eye."
"You even know this?" Coulson was a little surprised, "Did Director Fury tell you that?"
"Skrull, I know it, and you know it," Salomon said, "but he certainly didn't tell you the whole truth."
"Fighting aliens."
"Just think about it this way, he will definitely not tell you the truth." Salomon touched the dimensional bag at his waist and took out a few guineas (1.05 pounds) and a few half-pound coins, which he provided with
With the currency exchanged for gold, Colson also suffered losses in currency exchange, but no one cared. "These are enough for you to drink for a day." He said, "If you can, bring me some
A bottle of rum or wine will do, I don't mind. After you get out, you can ask Nick Fury for Asgard's mead, which I brought."
"But you are not yet a minor." Colson shook his head in disapproval, "According to the law..."
"The United States is not independent yet." Salomon put gold and silver coins into Colson's hand, "I need you to find out if there are any abnormalities in the small town. There are monsters in the forest, but there are strange things in the small town.
No one saw it, it was a strange thing."
"I know, I've seen what that monster looks like," Colson said, "but those little girls thought it was a wild dog. I'm going to Randolph Carter's house today, remember, and I'm going to tell the story
What was my adventure?"
"I already know the identity of Randolph Carter." Salomon subconsciously touched his forehead, "But it's also a good thing to observe Abigail Williams. Remember, don't delve too deeply into certain issues.
There is nothing that can protect your mind."
"Since I learned about magic the day before..." Colson looked around and lowered his voice, "I feel like I don't know this world anymore."
"This world is more complicated than you think, Agent Coulson." Salomon shook his head with disdain, "SHIELD always says that it is the line of defense against the weird world, but in fact, this world is far more complex than what humans know.
It's even weirder. Don't take it to heart, after all, there are many things that we can't understand, and don't try to understand, it will only make you crazy."
"Thank you for your suggestion." Colson made a gesture, "See you tonight. When you come back, I will tell you about the time when I grew a mustache."
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Two wooden staffs lay lying on the black forest glade. Salomon observed these two things that had never been seen before - one end of them was burnt, and the other end revealed the shape of a palm under the influence of powder.
The mystic mage speculates that this should be the result of the work of Randolph Carter. Legend has it that Randolph Carter once foiled the conspiracy of that being. But this time, the mastermind behind the scenes is even more hidden. He may have been summoned through the coven of witches.
.The weirdness of this forest also shows that this is the place where the incident occurred. In addition to the ghouls that only appeared once, the crows in the forest were also singing unknown songs. Salomon followed the new footprints and saw
When he saw the face of an Algonquian Indian young man growing out of a tree trunk, his eyes were wide open and his pupils seemed to be focused into the void.
The Mystic Master carefully reached out and touched the face. It was a face of flesh and blood. He once belonged to an Indian, but now it grew out of a tree trunk. Salomon's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he heard it again
Whispering. The mystic mage shook his head and shook out the voice that should not have appeared.
He continued to walk forward, where he saw a pile of burned charcoal. Perhaps because he arrived early, the burning charcoal had not yet completely burned into white ashes, and blue smoke curled up from the pile of charcoal.
In addition to the charcoal, there were also incompletely burned wood. Salomon could guess how big the bonfire was last night. In addition to the bonfire, there were two piles of dead maggots on the ground. Salomon had no idea what these maggots were.
What is it for? He suppressed his nausea and bent down to smell it, but he only smelled a sour smell.
It's stomach acid.
This is another gathering of witches, and what kind of rituals did they hold? Salomon made this judgment.
The mystic mage followed a line of fresh, thick footprints and walked toward the north of the forest. When he emerged from the forest, he looked to the north and knew where the clue he wanted was.