Salomon took out a stance of 30,000 yuan a day and finished writing an adventure novel. When he finished writing, the night was already deep. Agent Colson returned to his room with the manuscript, intending to remember the article all night. The secret mage lay in a daze and was immediately hugged by a warm body. Natasha Romanov had no intention of avoiding it at all. She took off her tight combat uniforms and helped Salomon put the fragments on her body on the head of the bed. The secret mage did not open her eyes throughout the whole process, but just let Romanov help him take off his clothes. He was not in a mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery. What he needed was a sleep that could make up for his spirit.

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

The next morning, Salomon got up very late because he had eight hours of standard sleep. When he opened his eyes, he found that Natasha had already dressed and sat aside. "Agent Colson has gotten up, Randolph Carter has gone out very early. I don't know what he is going to do. I suggest not following him for the time being to avoid hostility." She finished talking about Salomon's situation when he was asleep, and then she said in a teasing tone, "You are not like a puberty boy at all. You didn't react at all when I hugged you. I even doubt whether you are interested in women."

"Ha." Salomon smiled disdainfully, "Of course I'm interested. Agent Romanov, both in terms of face and body shape, I have to admit that you are beautiful. But if I don't have this kind of self-control, then I will not be able to get full marks in my first class. And what I care about is not your beauty, but your ability, and other things are worthless to me. And... I prefer girls with abdominal muscles."

"Thank you for the compliment, Sir Damonnet. You are telling the truth, your browsing history proves this. But there should be something else besides that?"

"What's wrong with girls who like paper! Don't look at my browsing history next time, that's my privacy!" Salomon immediately blushed after revealing the stuff, "Also, why are you still here?"

"Then maybe you should change to a computer to watch those things. I don't even know that your taste is so heavy." Natasha raised her eyebrows with satisfaction, "In addition, I am your maid, I have to stay here to serve the master. This is the role I will play this time."

"Okay, okay." Salomon rubbed his hands, jumped out of the warm bed, and quickly put on his clothes. "What is Agent Colson doing now?"

"He took the gold you gave to exchange for some pennies, and then went to the town's tavern, where he hoped to collect information." Natasha curled her lips and fully expressed her ridicule. "It seems that the people in this town are not all very pious, otherwise the tavern would not have opened in the morning."

"They will ask others to be pious, and as for themselves... it's easy. Being lenient to oneself and being strict with others is human nature." Salomon put on his clothes and brought everything he needed, including the sword of victory. He said, "We can wait until Randolph Carter returns before saying goodbye. It's not a gentleman's act to leave without saying goodbye."

"But now... let's go. 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 better save bullets, this era only has smoothbore guns to use."

"I have a wand, I have magic, I even have swords."

"You can lend me the sword, I have learned some sword skills."

"Don't even think about it, Natasha Romanov." Salomon rejected the proposal. "There are only two people in the world who are qualified to take this sword, but you are not included."

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"Well, no intelligence." In the afternoon, Agent Colson returned to Carter's house, and he sat in the guest room chair with some dismay. "I have booked three rooms in the hotel. Maybe our range of activities will be expanded tomorrow. What about your discovery?"

"A little bit." Salomon sat on the bed, his short boots were still stained with black soil. He said, "Even if I took out the Ago Motorcycle Crystal Ball, I couldn't find the origin of the alien magic and the monster nest. Because the forest was full of alien magic, we still noticed some places where the magic was densely distributed, and 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 already changed into local clothes and covered her tight combat uniforms tightly. This was what Salomon asked her to buy by herself at the end of the reconnaissance mission. She said, "We found many footprints there, some of which were local shoe prints, which were easy to identify, and some were barefoot footprints. Moreover, those footprints seemed messy, but in fact they all had regularities, like... like some kind of dance. Judging from the size of these footprints, they should be women's footprints."

"Witches gathering." Salomon mentioned a word, "There are really witches in this town."

"Then Abigail's suspicion can be ruled out. She didn't leave the house last night, and she didn't have it a few days ago." Colson shrugged, "Remember the girls we met last night? I met them today and talked with them for a while. In fact, they were holding a ceremony last night. This ceremony was told by Abigail. Her uncle seemed to have known about it for a long time. The poor girl's lunch was cancelled. But I still secretly brought her some food from the tavern, which was the one you just ate, and I bought three of them."

"Where is the origin of the ceremony?" Natasha asked, "Is it Tituba? I have never studied American history, I am Russian."

"Yes." Colson nodded, "The black girl was also punished, just before Randolph Carter left the house. The locals seemed to be somewhat hostile to the Vodoo faith."

"Even three hundred years later, the Puritans will be hostile to the pagans, and that's nothing strange." Salomon sighed. "The current situation is that there are witches in the town, but they have nothing to do with Abigail and Tituba, right? Those rituals are useless, without a single magical element in it."

"Yes, maybe those witches are the reasons why we are in an abnormal situation. Salomon, turn our eyes away from Abigail and Tituba. She is not the initiator." Colson said with great optimism. "Although we don't know who those witches are, we will find it and solve it, because I also discovered the disappearance of non-white children in the town, and maybe those things were done by witches. As for Randolph Carter's situation, I think there will be a result tonight, but before that, we need to solve another thing."

"What's up?"

"The Salem Witch Trial," Colson said, "It has begun, and I heard rumors in the tavern that the girl we all know, the helper of Putman, Pastor Mary Walcott Paris, had gone to her house to exorcise, but that was useless. I once vowed to protect the innocent, and this time the same."

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However, things did not develop as Colson imagined. As dusk approached, Mary Walcott, who had calmed down again, confessed that the rituals were taught by Professor Tituba, a black slave girl from Randolph Carter's family.

So blindness and fanaticism began to spread like Mars in hay.

The superstitious and fanatical town residents held a torch and followed the Putmans' adults to the home of Randolph Carter. Agent Colson pushed Tituba into the door of the house, let her stay with Abigail, and told Natasha and Salomon to take care of them. He stood alone in front of the gate, blocking the footsteps of the town residents' intrusion into the house. Agent Colson was unwilling to hurt them, so he could only push the door and barely push the enthusiastic people.

No matter what he said, these people just didn't want to listen. The residents thought they didn't need to listen to a foreigner, and Ann Putman's parents even threatened Colson that if he didn't move out of the way, they would throw the torch on him.

Colson took a deep breath. "No." He took out his pistol, "Don't even think about it."

"How do you think Colson will solve this?" Salomon stood by the door and looked at Natasha and Tituba and Abigail, who were trembling in her arms. "Have you ever encountered this when you were on a mission?"

"Frequently," said Natasha, "but at that time we had guns, a lot of guns, high-tech equipment and even Kun-style fighter jets."

"If not, I will protect Agent Colson's safety." Salomon said, "Don't worry, I won't kill them. It's just a fracture."

"Don't be afraid, Tituba." Abigail stood on tiptoe and comforted the servants older than himself. "Mr. Colson is a very powerful scholar. He will convince them, and the maid will protect you."

Tituba did not answer, but just held her shoulders and curled up in Natasha's arms.

"Listen to me! Listen to me!" Agent Colson shouted, "Calm down! You must understand that you have no right to do this!"

"It is God's power to us! It is she who brought the devil!" They waved their torches with ferocious faces, "Get out of here, London! This is not London, get out! Go back to your cabin!"

"What happened?" When Randolph Carter squeezed through the crowd and appeared in front of the avid residents, the tension eased a little. Unlike Colson, Randolph Carter had a high prestige in the local area, not only because he worked 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 thought yesterday was a prank my daughter and friends often did. But this morning, my servant Mary suddenly felt unwell and struggled like a fever." Mr Putman said, "She even made a weird scream, trying to strangle the priest's neck."

"She is very strong, not like a girl at all." Pastor Paris also spoke on the side, "It's like... it's like being possessed by a devil! Then, we found this from the straw in her bed."

Pastor Paris took out a somewhat simple wooden doll, "This is the prop used by the witch to curse!"

"My daughter gave it to you," said Mr. Putman, "this thing was made by Tituba!"

Colson looked at Ann Putman hiding behind Mr Putman, the girl looked horrified. "I didn't know at the time!" She looked a little hysterical, and even under the light of the torch, her face was a little pale. "That thing is actually terrible, it is a prop for witchcraft!"

"It was obviously An and the others who took that thing himself!" Abigail muttered angrily behind the door, "It was obviously they themselves..."

Salomon glanced at Abigail, and the girl in front of him was still lingering in mystery. Is this girl the one who escaped from Balsazze's seal? If not, then where is that Abigail? What is this Abigail?
Chapter completed!