Marvel Magic Event Book

There is a clearing in the woods, with no shrubs or trees. It is not known whether it was deliberately cleared by humans or formed naturally. There is a small bonfire piled on the dark soil, and the reflected distorted shadow dances crazily with the crisp singing.Salomon slowed down and moved closer. He held his wand tightly and looked quietly through the bushes.They were a few little girls, wearing extremely old-fashioned clothes. They were the ones who sang the songs before. While they sang, they waved the branches in their hands, as if they were performing some kind of ceremony.

The mystic mage looked around, and after repeatedly making sure that there was no one else in this strange place, he pushed aside the bushes and walked to the place illuminated by the fire.Salomon's appearance startled the little girls, who stopped singing and huddled together like quails.

"Don't be afraid." Salomon put the wand in his sleeve, ready to draw it out at any time to shoot a magic missile at any weird person who appeared in this weird place.He slowed down his voice and opened his hands to show that he had no weapons. "I won't hurt you... In fact, I am a student from London and go to school in London. Do you know Eton College? It's just west of London. Near Windsor Castle.”

Facing Salomon's explanation, these little girls remained silent, just glanced at each other, and then waited for him to continue.Before the Age of Discovery, Henry VI had already founded Eton College, and there were not many loopholes in Salomon's words.

"Listen, I..."

"I've heard of London. You're from a big city here!" A slightly bolder girl asked first, "Have you been to Boston?"

"An!" Another girl quickly pulled her sleeve, seemingly dissatisfied with her recklessness.

"Mary, don't worry, he doesn't look scary at all."

"But he is a foreigner..."

"I haven't been to many places. New York and London are the places I go most often." Salomon slowly moved closer to the bonfire.He was thinking about how to weave lies in order to create a suitable identity. Since he didn't know the specific year now, his words definitely couldn't reveal the nouns of specific places in certain places.But the little girl's words still revealed some key information - local.This is New England, but the colonists only called Britain that when America was not yet independent.If he guessed correctly, these little girls in England were all Puritans.

"I'm just a student... I got separated from my companions." He said, "This is my homework, observing the folk ecology of the New World. This is a very hard job."

"Your clothes are weird!" the bold girl named Ann asked again, "Is this a new style in London?"

"This is just the attire for adventure." Salomon shrugged. "After all, you can't wear gentleman's clothes when crossing mountains, right? I just want to know how to get to the nearest settlement. My tent and luggage are all If I lose it, I will starve to death if I don’t find a place to eat.”

It seems that it is because Salomon is not old and his appearance is not fierce. The rosy face brought out by his superior life is very different from the boys in the village and the sailors on the dock. Coupled with his educated temperament, several little girls I also slowly let down my guard.Due to their lack of experience in the world, they were completely unable to detect the loopholes in Salomon's lies.They gradually regained their liveliness and began to talk about their village, Salem.Salomon smiled and took out some candies from the dimensional bag, removed the wrapping paper and handed them to the little girls, while sorting out useful information from their words.

Under the attack of candy, these skinny girls who had been malnourished all year round quickly vomited out what the arcane master wanted to know.First, there is a priest in the town. The white church steeple Salomon saw on the hill before belongs to a priest named Paris, and one of the four little girls is Daughter of Reverend Paris.

"Hello, Elizabeth." Salomon touched the little girl's head.

Elizabeth bit the candy very shyly and let Salomon stroke her head.

"It's a pity that Abigail didn't come. Her uncle locked up Abigail again." Ann said, licking the candy, "otherwise she would have eaten these delicious candies."

"Abigail?" Salomon's hand stopped, "Do you have any companions?"

"She's from the Williams family," Ann said. "Her uncle is taking care of her."

"She...what's her uncle's name?" Salomon asked eagerly. He already roughly understood the era he was in.

"Mr. Carter, his full name seems to be Randolph Carter."

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"Colson, hurry up! Don't look back, don't look at those monsters! Run to where there are gunshots." Natasha Romanoff ran in front. She was being attacked by a group of people with faces like dogs and spikes. They were chased by humanoid monsters with claws, which had mutilated human appearances, and barked loudly in a rapid, crying voice during the chase.

Coulson and she once shot at these monsters, but the rubber-like skin of those monsters greatly reduced the blocking force of the bullets. Even when the magazines were empty, she and Agent Coulson were unable to kill all the monsters.These monsters gathered more and more, and she had no choice but to escape with Coulson.

Natasha Romanov stepped gracefully over bushes and rocks and ran towards the place where the gunfire rang out.After she came to that bad conclusion, she had a general idea. She thought that she and Colson should have encountered the same situation as Salomon. From the perspective of outsiders, they had disappeared from the world.Natasha was not sure whether these monsters were created by magic, but she still hoped that Salomon was here. If her guess was correct, they should have been involved in some magical incident. Faced with the magical incident, Salomon is the expert.

Agent Coulson, also a field agent, quickly followed Natasha Romanoff's movements.The light of fire was dimly reflected in the distant woods. Natasha Romanov accelerated her speed and jumped over the low bushes into the forest clearing.She saw the person she wanted to see, and also saw several little girls behind Salomon holding a pistol. Then, Agent Coulson also broke in. He stopped panting, Because Salomon was pointing a pistol at them.

"Why are you here?" Mystic asked with a frown. When he went to Salem, he didn't find SHIELD agents performing their mission.

"You are missing." Natasha Romanoff said simply and clearly. "Director Fury asked us to find you. But now is not the time to talk about this. You also encountered a monster?"

"We only saw some wild dogs!" said Elizabeth timidly. "If it hadn't been for M. Damonette..."

"Maybe it was attracted by the bonfire." An, who was originally bold, was also scared, "Abigail told me that the ceremony cannot be held tonight..."

"Wild dog? That's..." Agent Coulson was about to speak when he noticed Salomon winking at him.Although he didn't know what happened, he seemed to be aware of the strange atmosphere, and the long-time agent stopped his next words in time.

"Yes, we also encountered some dangerous 'wild dogs', but I shot them away." Salomon emphasized the pronunciation of the noun. Of course, he knew that what he saw was not a wild dog, but a monster. .But these little girls said that they were often chased by wild dogs in the forest. This statement made Salomon very vigilant. After seeing the face of the monster, these little girls still recognized the monster as a wild dog. This Seems like a cognitive distortion.Salomon is reluctant to break this distortion until he fully understands the situation, because suddenly speaking of monsters will only attract the hostility of conservative Puritans, even if these Puritans are just a few little girls.

Ever since he knew what era he was in, Salomon had made up his mind not to use magic in front of these Puritans for the time being.Because only in this way can he let these little girls take him into Salem, and he can successfully approach Abigail Williams and kill that dangerous target in one fell swoop.

"Do you still have any bullets?" Salomon asked. "Let's escort these little girls back to Salem... Don't worry, they are my companions. Although we are not Quakers, we are Catholics, but I won’t tell anyone what you did.”

Salomon looked at Agent Coulson intentionally, "After all, it's around 1692..."

Coulson, a history major, immediately recalled what he had learned, and coupled with the previous tips from the mystic, he suddenly understood the time he was in - the eve of the Salem Witch Trials.

"I understand." He forced a smile, bent down and said to these little girls, "We will ensure your safety. When the time comes, please help me ask where we can stay overnight."