Marvel Magic Event Book

"Where did you go yesterday?" Coulson seemed 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 sign of Agent Coulson's concern for his companions. He comforted Coulson and told him to have a good rest, and he could complete the task by himself.But Agent Coulson seemed a little reluctant, inhaling continuously while asking this question.It was only then that Salomon realized something was wrong. "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 emotions of joy and fear.This made the Mystic Master even more confused. He didn't understand what was happening here at all.

When he questioned Coulson, the agent seemed even more nervous.

"I think this may be my imagination." 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 can only believe them. I had a nightmare. I dreamed that there was a storm outside the window, and hail fell on the window lattice. I dreamed of the forest in the forest. A huge bonfire was built in the clearing, and blue, purple, and orange smoke rose through the leaves into the sky, but it lingered. I also dreamed of several cloaked figures - vaguely looking like women - - They loudly chanted prayers that I couldn't understand in hoarse voices. I dreamed that the girls we had seen fell to the ground with pale faces. I dreamed that there was a black man holding two smoking wooden sticks. pile, he was gnawing at their souls. I seemed to be standing aside, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to do anything. It was not until the black man looked at me with his evil eyes that I noticed the twinkle in his eyes. He was cruel and sarcastic. He seemed to be laughing at me and my good deeds.

When I woke up, I heard the noise of mice.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 that they were shuttling between the gaps in the walls. I heard I saw mice whizzing past behind the thin wooden wall, and I heard the sound of their claws scratching the board.Not only on the walls, but also in the ceiling, there were countless rats passing by in groups. They seemed to want to scratch the wooden boards and enter the room.I can even feel the slight but frequent vibrations and friction when I touch the wall. I think they want to come in, want to..."

"Hey!" Salomon had no choice but to slap Colson on the face, interrupting his increasingly frantic soliloquy.He knew that Coulson had some mental problems, maybe because the scenes during the witch trials had shaken his mind, which made him see things he shouldn't have seen. "Wake up, Coulson, wake up," he said. "Don't think about it, absolutely don't, you're going to go crazy. If you can't calm down, I'm going to 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 was the result of Salomon's spell. He used the spell to divert Coulson's attention to reality, but he still unconsciously moved away from the wall, as if the rats might jump out and bite his flesh at any time.Agent Coulson said, "What mission do you have for me? But before that, I think it's better to go get Agent Romanoff 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. Detailed parameters are marked on this pattern on the mage. "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 am afraid that the people in Salem Town will not be able to leave the quagmire of the witch trials for the time being. You can Go to Salem Village in the west to gather people. It is relatively peaceful there. Before I finish solving the mastermind behind the scenes, this altar must be completed. It must be built according to the data on the map, and this stone tower must be built on Out in the open wilderness – it’s not easy, you can’t do it on your own.”

"Okay." Colson took the parchment and looked at it carefully.He asked, "What is this for? Are you trying to do 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 promises that he will put Tituba in place. 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," Coulson 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 point, there were gradually more people on the street, but most of them were men.In addition, there were king's troops armed with muskets patrolling 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.However, since the reign of Charles II in 1661, 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. In addition, most of the King's Army comes from the lowest class in the UK and is the dregs of the entire British society (in the words of the Duke of Wellington). Naturally, we cannot ask them to have high military discipline (although their combat effectiveness is not bad) - they will just walk on the street. Women were arrested, while the men around them were applauding, because those women were most likely witches, the ones who brought in the devil, and they couldn't wait to see more people hanged on the gallows.

Salomon frowned and walked into the dark and damp alley without being noticed by others.Although he is not afraid of firearms when he is prepared, and he is capable of killing all the king's troops, now is not the time to cause trouble.To the Mystic Master's surprise, when he arrived at his destination, he found no trace of Natasha - this was an alley rarely passed by, and usually only drunkards and drug addicts would hang out here. It will look exactly like the United States 300 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 were the drunkard's.

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 mage poked his head out of the alley. Across the street was the location of the four witches. Coulson did a good job in intelligence work, and Salomon could even learn about the four girls' daily routines from the report.But when the girls were supposed to be there, they were nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, the mystic heard a slight grinding 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 was a long scar on the lower left side of its face. That human face With an evil smile on his face.

That's the human-faced rat, the witch's familiar!The mystic felt that something was not right. Coulson and Natasha might have been exposed to Nyarlathotep's eyes, and as the leader of the witch cult, the dark man was likely to direct the witches to attack them. Start with them!Although Salomon believed that Natasha would not give in so easily, the mystic had no idea what magic those witches had.

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 Master chased after him and accidentally stepped on two drunkards. However, the speed of the human-faced rat was so fast that Salomon lost track of it in the blink of an eye.

"F*uck!" The mystic clenched his fists angrily. He only 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 the casting material he needed, and it seemed that this was all he could do for now.