The investigation of the list of Puritans who went to Maine by boat in the 1850s was a very difficult task. At that time, the household registration system was very imperfect, which made Salomon's investigation stagnate. Fortunately, the family of the people he was investigating was quite famous in the local area, and his bloodline was distributed along the sailing of that year with Europe and North America. Through the letters of this family, Salomon's work continued. Professor Serveg's help was indispensable. After learning about Salomon's request, he immediately happily drove to the family's old house in England, and read the obituaries and news in the old newspapers of that year through the local library to sort out the rough process of the incident for Salomon. However, the results of the investigation were creepy. Dassie, who was watching on the side, was scared and almost jumped up when he saw the information that had been sorted out, which was scented with old paper and dust.

The family seemed to be shrouded in the shadow of death. None of the infamous but prominent family elders or descendants who turned against each other, died. Either they were terminally ill at a young age, or they quietly disappeared after getting married and starting a business. The longest-lived writer was a writer, but after returning to his old house in Maine in middle age, he fell into irresistible madness.

Following this clue, after many years, Salomon set foot on the land of Maine again.

He doesn't miss this place at all.

Salomon politely declined Professor Selveg's colleague's request because he knew that this mission was very dangerous, and this land in Maine seemed to be entangled with the indescribable external gods forever, and even this mission was no exception. There was no support, because except for the Venerable and some old guys from the Secret Mage family, there were few people in Kamataj with more superb magic skills than him, so he had to complete the mission independently.

He took his apprentice Wanda and drove along Route 196 to Brunswick on the central coast of Maine. This is the estuary of the Androscokin River and the location of the last clues that Salomon tracked down. The black crow wings of death spread out here, vicious whispers seeping into every inch of land here, and in the eyes of the Secret Mage and Wanda, every inch of air here is soaked with madness. Since the trial of the Salem Witch, Maine's fate has embarked on a path of destruction. For the fledgling witch Wanda, the mission is very dangerous. Whether in the castle or in the penthouse of New York, Salomon has brought the magic world outside.

The real situation in the world is separated from her. Since Wanda was reluctant to dig out secrets from Jiaying's mind, the secret mage chose to bring her here and let her witness the terrible truth of this world - the magic of this world all originated from external gods, all ancient gods and gods on earth are flowing with Azathus's blood, and all the magic of gods in the outer dimensions carry a terrifying dark side, and even the soul of Salomon himself is shaped by this force. The cost of casting is extremely heavy, and madness is a companion of magic. Every Kamataj caster sprints on the road of self-destruction for the safety of the main material plane, and there is no possibility of turning back.

Salomon quickly obtained a loan certificate for the two through relationships to access the Bowden College Library, and made an appointment with the college's folklore professor and history professor to meet tomorrow.

"Uncle Tom's Cabin was written by Harriet Beecher Stowe, a family member of the faculty of this college and published by Bowden College. Oliver Otis Howard, a famous general in the Civil War, and Hugh McCloch, the Secretary of Treasury of the Lincoln administration, are all Bowden's alumni. If you are a high school student in the United States, you will know that the famous writer Hawthorne is also a Bowden College graduate. We can get to Portland in 25 minutes by driving south. We will stay in Brunswick for one night and wait for tomorrow's meeting... Wanda, are you okay?"

The air here made her dizzy, her cheeks flushed, like a high fever. As long as she left Salomon, she needed to adjust her breathing at all times to clear the darkness that kept spilling out of her brain. But when she approached the Secret Mage, this symptom would disappear in an instant, as if Salomon was the only peaceful place to be around him, and the curse could not get close to him. Salomon picked up the witch's face and carefully examined her pupils. He could feel the blood flowing under the thin skin on his neck and the beating pulse.

Wanda's body temperature and heartbeat were rising abnormally. She felt that her touch was extremely sensitive, and the slender fingers placed on her neck were cold. Her skin was rubbed with a finger calluse that was sharpened by swords and guns for many years. She felt a hard shell covered her lips, and thirst swept through her mouth. Her heartbeat was accelerating, but her limbs became weaker and weaker. An indescribable pain spread across her lower abdomen, and the pleasure accompanied by the pain almost overturned her to the ground.

"Dirty?" Salomon anticipated that the same-original magic might cause Wanda to have adverse reactions, but he did not expect the situation to be so serious. The witch closed her eyes nervously. After receiving a positive answer, Salomon held her shoulder and put him in the passenger seat of Aston Martin DB7, canceling his visit to the Bowden Academy Art Museum, even though they had arrived in front of the building with a circular dome. "Come on, I'll take you to the hotel. We'll carve amulets there. You should remember how I taught you how to draw amulets against the ancient gods?"

"I remember." Wanda stumbled on his lips and barely squeezed out a few words.

"This Aston Martin DB7 was a gift from my adoptive mother when I was in college. If you and Pitro both went to college, I would also give you one car each-per-one-car-perhaps Pitro prefers to run by himself, so he needs a pair of wool knee pads instead of a car." Salomon stepped on the accelerator and tried to divert Wanda's attention with jokes. Wanda's situation now cannot pass through the portal - Kama Taj, a portal that coincides the coordinates of the two locations, although it seems simple,

It is a powerful spell that uses time difference between the magic synchronization gate, which is similar to the wormhole. It is simpler to use the curtain after the material universe as a portal for relay. A spell was quietly released on the witch. Wanda felt a little tingling pain caused by magic on her skin, but the pain was quickly buried. The spell took effect quickly, but Wanda's pain gradually faded. By the time they arrived at the hostel hotel on Noble Street, the annoying pain that had plagued her had disappeared.

She looked at Salomon with guilt on her face. Because of her, Salomon's plan was interrupted halfway.

"Don't think too much, you will definitely encounter unexpected situations when performing missions." Salomon got out of the car, walked to the other side to open the door for her, and helped her out of the passenger seat. "Your magical allergic reaction is a bit serious, let's make the amulet first. I hope you remember to carry your own tool kit. Although the secret mages of Kamataj spent hundreds of years cleaning up the curse of Maine, the breath of the outer god is not so easy to eradicate."

After she got out of the car, she quickly loosened the secret mage's arm. The airport had already sent their luggage to the room. Now she just hoped that she would change her body quickly. She was sure that Salomon could smell the hormonal smell on her body, and she didn't want Salomon to think she was a slutty woman.

The secret mage glanced at the passenger seat quietly, then took off his coat and put it on her very considerately.

"Did he find out?"
Chapter completed!