Marvel Magic Event Book

Salomon finished writing an adventure novel with an effort of [-] updates a day.It was already dark when he finished writing. Agent Coulson took the manuscript back to his room and planned to stay up all night memorizing the article.The mystic mage lay drowsily on the bed, and was immediately hugged by a warm body.Natasha Romanov had no intention of shying away at all. She took off her tight-fitting combat uniform and helped Salomon put the odds and ends 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 sleep that could replenish his energy.

"Go to sleep, magician." Natasha said softly, "I have work tomorrow morning."

The next morning, Salomon woke up late because he had gotten the standard eight hours of sleep.When he opened his eyes, he found Natasha already dressed and sitting aside. "Agent Coulson has already gotten up. Randolph Carter went out very early. I don't know what he went to do. I suggest not following him for the time being to avoid causing hostility." She finished talking about what happened when Salomon fell asleep. , then she said in a teasing tone, "You don't look like a teenage boy at all. You didn't react at all when I hugged you. I even doubted whether you were interested in women."

"Heh." Salomon smiled pretending to be disdainful, "Of course I'm interested, Agent Romanoff, no matter in terms of face or figure, I have to admit that you are beautiful. 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, 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 with 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 quilt, 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 and fully expressed her ridicule, "It seems It’s not like everyone in this town is particularly religious, otherwise the tavern wouldn’t be open in the morning.”

"They will ask others to be pious, but as for themselves... it's up to them. It's human nature to be lenient to yourself and strict 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 your 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. Where are your findings?”

"A little." Salomon sat on the bed, his short boots still stained with black mud.He said, "Even if we took out the Agamotto crystal ball, we could not 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 densely distributed. 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 changed into local clothes, covering her tight combat uniform tightly. This was what Salomon asked her to do when the reconnaissance mission was over. She bought it herself.She said, "We found many footprints there, fresh footprints, some of which are local people's shoe prints, which are easy to identify, and some of which are barefoot footprints. Moreover, those footprints may seem chaotic, but in fact they all have patterns. Like...like some kind of dance. Judging from the size of these footprints, they should all be female."

"A coven." Salomon mentioned a word. "There are real 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 performing 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 belief."

"Even 300 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 Tituba It has nothing to do with it, 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, 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, "have 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 Paris has gone to her home to perform an exorcism, but it's to no avail. I've sworn to protect the innocent before, and I will do the same this time."

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However, things did not develop as Coulson imagined.As dusk approached, Mary Wolcott, who had calmed down again, confessed what she had done in the woods. She also confessed that these rituals were taught by Tituba, a black slave girl of Randolph Carter's family.

Then blindness and fanaticism began to spread like sparks in hay.

The superstitious and fanatical town residents, holding torches, followed the Putman adults to Randolph Carter's house.Agent Coulson pushed Tituba through the door of the residence, asked her to stay with Abigail, and told Natasha and Salomon to take care of them.He stood alone in front of the gate, blocking the town residents from breaking into the house.Agent Coulson didn't want to hurt them, so he could only push the enthusiastic people with his back against the door.

No matter what he said, these people just didn't want to listen.The residents felt they had no need to listen to an outsider, and Ann Putman's parents even threatened Colson that they would throw torches at him if he didn't get out of the way.

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. "Have you ever encountered this kind of situation during your mission?"

"Often," Natasha said, "but at that time we had guns, a lot of guns, high-tech equipment and even Quinjet fighters."

"If not, 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 attracted the devil!" They waved 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 enthusiastic residents, the tense atmosphere eased slightly.Unlike Colson, Randolph Carter had high prestige locally, not only because he served at the seminary in Boston, but also because he was a wise man in the town and many people would listen to his opinions.

"I originally thought that what happened yesterday was a prank often played by my daughter and her friends. 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."

"She was very strong, not like a girl at all." Pastor Paris also added, "It was as if...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 frightened. "I didn't know at all!" She looked a little hysterical. Even under the light of the torch, her face was a little pale. "That thing was so scary. It was 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 before him was still haunted by mystery.Is this girl the one who escaped from Balthazar's seal?If not, then where exactly is that Abigail?What is this Abigail?

Randolph Carter opened the door and let Tituba out. Coulson tried to stop him, but failed.When Randolph Carter saw Salomon standing in front of him, he whispered something that the Mystic Mage had not expected at all, but that only he could hear.