"Where did you go yesterday?" Coulson seemed to be a little paranoid on this issue. He was eager to know where Salomon went last night. But after the mystic saw the bloodshot eyes of the agent, he only thought it was a coroner.
Agent Coulson was concerned about his companion's performance, so he comforted Coulson and told him to have a good rest. He could complete the task by himself. But Agent Coulson seemed a little reluctant, and kept inhaling while asking this question.
Question. It was only then that Salomon realized that something was wrong with the situation. "What's wrong?" he asked, "What exactly do you want to ask?"
"Were you... in the town last night?" Colson swallowed and asked the question nervously. After receiving Salomon's affirmative answer, he showed some mixed joy and fear.
Emotions. This made the Mystic Master even more confused. He didn't understand what was happening here at all.
When he asked Coulson, the agent seemed even more nervous.
"I think this may be my hallucination." He lowered his voice, fearing that these words would pass through the thin wall and reach other people's ears. "This is very bizarre, but magic exists. No matter how bizarre things are, I
I can only believe it. I had a nightmare. I dreamed that there was a storm outside the window, and hail fell on the window lattice. I dreamed that there was a huge bonfire in the clearing in the forest, blue, purple, and orange.
The smoke rose through the leaves into the sky, but it persisted. I also dreamed of several cloaked figures - vaguely looking like women - who loudly chanted prayers that I could not understand in hoarse voices.
, I dreamed that the girls we had seen fell to the ground with pale faces, and I dreamed that there was a black man holding two smoking stakes, and he was gnawing at their souls. I seemed to be standing there.
On the side, I couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't do anything. It wasn't until the black man looked at me with those evil eyes that I realized that the cruelty and sarcasm flashed in his eyes. He seemed to be laughing at me, laughing at me.
My good deeds.
When I woke up, I heard the noise of rats. I know that rats are rampant in this era, but what I heard was the noise of many rats. I definitely heard it right. Even if I didn't light a candle, I could guess it.
They shuttled between the gaps between the walls. I heard the mice whizzing past behind the thin wooden wall, and I heard the sound of their claws scratching the wooden boards. Not only on the walls, but also in the ceiling.
Countless rats passed by in groups, and they seemed to want to scratch the wooden boards and enter the room. I could even feel the slight but frequent vibration and friction when I touched the wall. I think they were
I want to come in, I want to..."
"Hey!" Salomon had no choice but to slap Colson on the face hard, interrupting his increasingly frantic soliloquy. He knew that Colson had some mental problems, possibly due to the witch trials.
The scene shook his mind a bit, which made him see something he shouldn't have seen. "Sure up, Coulson, wake up." He said, "Don't think about it, absolutely don't, you will
Crazy. If you can't calm down, I'll give you a sedative."
"I'm telling the truth! I...I'm sorry, my reaction was a bit extreme...Maybe I'm too tired." Colson blinked hard, rubbed his face and calmed down again. This is
As a result of Salomon's spell, he used the spell to divert Colson's attention to reality, but he still unconsciously moved away from the wall, as if the rats might jump out and bite his flesh and blood at any time. Colson
The agent said, "What mission do you have for me? But before that, I think it's better to go get Agent Romanov back."
"I will hand over all the gold I have to you later. You need to gather people to build something." Salomon took out a piece of parchment from the scroll box. On this paper, a pattern of an altar was drawn.
The mage marked this pattern with detailed parameters. "I'm going to ask you to help me find a stone tower that is at least 10 yards high, and then find someone to help me build this thing on top of the stone tower. I'm afraid the people in Salem Town will temporarily
Unable to leave the quagmire of the witch trials, you can go to Salem Village in the west to gather people, which is relatively peaceful. This altar must be completed before I finish solving the mastermind. It must be built according to the data on the picture.
, and this stone tower needs to be built in an open wilderness - this is not easy, you can't do it by yourself."
"Okay." Colson took the parchment and looked at it carefully. He asked, "What is this for? Are you trying to cast some magic?"
"Yes, magic that can solve all problems." Salomon sighed, "I will find the casting materials (sacrifice) myself - you don't need to know what the casting materials are, that is my business. Also,
About Tituba."
"how?"
"We can return her to Randolph Carter's mansion," Salomon said. "Mr. Carter promised that he would settle Tituba. But you have to know that this trial will involve many people. You
It’s impossible to save everyone—Pricey Farm is ownerless now, and you might be able to use it.”
"Thank you." Colson said, "Thank you for everything."
"It's nothing. I'm going to pick up Natasha. You need her help."
When Salomon followed the address given by Colson to Natasha's surveillance area, there were gradually more people on the street, but most of them were men. In addition, there were also people holding muskets.
The king's army patrolled the streets - due to the outbreak of witch cases in the local area, the governor asked Cotton Mather to maintain law and order to ensure that witches could not appear openly on the streets.
The order is one thing, but the actual implementation is another matter. Cotton Mather, on the advice of Matthew Hopkins, asked the king's army to randomly search for witches on the streets. But since 1661, Charles
Since the reign of Emperor II, the military ranks of the King's Army have become commodities. The ranks of the cavalry and infantry regiments (from second lieutenant to colonel) can be purchased. Many nobles will buy a military rank for their unpromising children, plus the King's Army.
Most of them come from the lowest class in the UK and are the scum of the entire British society (in the words of the Duke of Wellington). Naturally, they cannot be expected to have high military discipline (although their combat effectiveness is not bad) - they will arrest women immediately on the street, while the surrounding
The men were applauding, because those women were most likely witches and the ones who brought the devil, and they couldn't wait to see more people hanged on the gallows.
Salomon frowned and walked into the dark and cold alley without being discovered by others. Although he was not afraid of firearms when he was prepared, and he was capable of killing all the king's troops, but now he could
This was not the time to cause trouble. To the Mystic Mage's surprise, when he reached his destination, he found no trace of Natasha - this was an alley rarely passed by, usually only drunkards and drug addicts.
Gentlemen will hang out here, just like the United States three hundred years later. The mystic looked around - there were no signs of fighting, and the footprints here were not messy. He could easily tell which ones were Natasha's and which ones were drunkards.
's footprints.
Natasha was not arrested (the mystic did not believe that the king's army had the ability to catch her), but left here on her own. This made Salomon a little confused, because Natasha's mission was only to follow, not to act. The mystic
Peeking out from the alley, across the street is the location of the four witches. Coulson did a good job in intelligence work, and Salomon was even able to learn the daily schedule of the four girls from the report. But among these girls
When they should have appeared, they were nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, the mystic heard a subtle rubbing sound behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw a mouse standing on the low eaves - this mouse had human hands and feet and a man's face.
, there is a long scar on the lower left side of its face, and there is an evil smile on that face.
That was the human-faced rat, the witch's familiar! The mystic felt that something was wrong. Coulson and Natasha might have been exposed to Nyarlathotep's eyes, and as the leader of the witch cult
, the dark man will most likely command the witches to attack them! Although Salomon believes that Natasha will not give in so easily, the mystic has no idea what kind of magic those witches have.
When he pulled out the magic missile wand and was about to cast a spell, the mouse jumped down from the eaves and fell into the gutter filled with black sewage and silt. The mystic mage chased it all the way, and accidentally stepped on it.
Two drunkards arrived, but the human-faced rat was so fast that Salomon lost track of them in the blink of an eye.
"F*uck!" The mystic clenched his fists angrily. He just hoped that Natasha didn't really meet the witch, or that she ran away fast enough. He caught a glimpse of a stray dog on the road - this was exactly what he needed
It seems that this is the only way to use the casting materials.