Chapter 131 Reaching an agreement (first update!)

"I think it's time to be honest with Agent Coulson." Natasha said leisurely, crossing one leg, "We tried to return through the cave, but failed. Now we are trapped in the same boat, there is no Outside assistance, we can only rely on ourselves, we need unity. You might as well open the door and listen to the information collected by Agent Coulson."

Salomon stood up full of doubts, and opened a gap in the wooden door of the guest room. Through the opening, he saw Agent Coulson standing outside the door. "How do you know?" Salomon opened the door, and while inviting Coulson in, he turned his head and asked Natasha, "Why are you so sure that Coulson's agent is here?"

"I'm an agent." Natasha Romanov didn't get up, "Did you tell him, or me?"

"For you, I hate explaining what magic is to other people." Salomon pulled out his wand and cast a spell to seal the door. Agent Coulson looked at the scene in front of him with some surprise, and then waited for his colleague's explanation. Natasha Romanoff told what she knew in very brief words. Although she didn't know as much as Nick Fury, it was enough for Coulson to understand Salomon's identity and current situation. The situation is gone. But these facts are still a bit too shocking. Salomon is not a power enhancer, but a magician. What they are in is not 300 years ago, but a layer of abnormal reality. The real residents of Salem are still Sleeping soundly.

The news took Coulson some time to digest. "The intellectualist in me is tempted to say that this is all scientifically explainable," he said, "but it's better to listen to you now. I'll definitely go to church next time, hopefully in time."

"It's strange," interjected Salomon, "I started hunting Abigail Williams after she escaped from the seal, from New York to Salem, to get into this situation. I have Reasons to believe that the anomaly here was caused by her, if not, then all this cannot be explained. Agent Coulson, have you found Abigail's anomaly?"

"She acted like an ordinary country girl, full of love for this small town and longing for the big city, and she was very devout, and she didn't look like a person who would cause riots at all." Coulson shook his head , "If you want to accuse her of being a witch... Sorry, I don't agree with this point of view for the time being. And your theory also shows that this may not be reality, or rather, it is not our reality. Abigail William here Ms might be nothing like the Abigail Williams of history, at least not in reality."

"And what about Tituba?" Salomon asked Natasha about her subject of observation, "That black girl is another key figure in the Salem trial, and she was also one of the people who triggered the trial."

"It's normal, it's too normal." Natasha said, "Although the food she cooks is not very delicious, it's not worth my speaking ill of her. On the contrary, she kept praising the host when she was dining with me She is erudite and tolerant, and she shows no resentment against anyone or any superstition for witchcraft, which is completely different from those conservative and superstitious Puritans you speak of."

"Are you sure?" Salomon asked back, "Maybe she can fool you, if she is really abnormal. And she believes in Voodoo, hasn't she mentioned it?"

"There are 212 micro-expressions that can tell if a person is lying, and she hasn't mentioned voodoo beliefs." Agent Romanoff said while biting at the beef jerky, "And I know all about these, boy , I am the best agent."

"Ma'am, you have the final say." Salomon nodded, "Then the doubts are concentrated on one person."

"Randolph Carter." Agent Coulson continued, "Let's not mention his enthusiasm for us. According to historical records, Abigail Williams should be the niece of the town's Pastor Paris. Tuba should also be a slave of the Parris family, not Randolph Carter. In fact, the cause of this trial is actually only the hallucinogenic reaction caused by ergot diacetamide in the ergot fungus. It is LSD, a hallucinogenic substance successfully synthesized by Swiss chemist Albert Hoffmann in 1938. Ergot dancing sickness was very common in the Middle Ages. On July 24, 1374, dozens of German villagers gathered Around the Rhine, they danced hysterically in the streets for hours, days, and some are said to have danced for months..."

"Thank you for your explanation, Professor Colson from the Department of History." Salomon waved his hand and stopped Coulson's popularization, "In the original history, this trial was indeed caused by ergot and fanatics. The Puritans caused it, but Abigail Williams was indeed a witch in the original reality. This is an undeniable fact. I have felt her magic. But this time, we are not dealing with the original reality. reality, but the reality of the anomaly, and Abigail Williams could be something scarier. Does anyone have a better idea? Let me say, since the anomaly here doesn't affect reality, we might as well Straight up, get rid of Abigail Williams. After losing the key point, all the conspiracy will come to the surface."

"No! Absolutely not!" Not surprisingly, Agent Coulson was the first to refute this point of view, "Since it is impossible to confirm that Abigail is the one who caused the abnormality, I will not allow such a rough solution way. I am an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and my mission is to protect civilians, not harm innocent people. I refuse to do wrong things for right results. This is my principle. I will not come three hundred years ago, Nor will it be changed because this reality will not affect our world. Until the investigation is clear, I will not allow this, never!"

Salomon and Natasha looked at each other. The mystic knew that Coulson was a member of the lawful good camp. His reasons for joining S.H.I.E.L.D. were completely different from Natasha's. He chose this line of work because of his own beliefs. Therefore, Salomon did not intend to convince him that this was unnecessary, because Coulson would make the right choice when it was unavoidable.

"But you have to know that we may be facing something that you can't understand. It's not just you, it may be an existence that even I can't understand." Salomon sighed, and he said, "If the fact investigation is clear , to the point of last resort, I don't want you to stop me, Coulson. You are a good person, so let me do this kind of thing."

"Me too." Natasha said the same thing, "I don't care about carrying more things, I'm used to it."

The atmosphere in the room seemed to be a little dignified. After a while, Coulson opened his mouth with a hoarse voice. "You are only fifteen years old, Salomon Damonette. I have read your profile, and I don't know what you have experienced before, but what happened in Colin Town has already explained your choice. But you have not yet As an adult, leave this kind of thing to me, and if the situation requires it, I know what I should do."

"Well, now that we have reached a consensus, we can proceed to the next step of the investigation." Salomon said, "I have the impression of the name Randolph Carter, or rather, this is a very famous person. But I can't Based on this name, you can judge whether he is that person...Agent Coulson, I need you to observe Randolph Carter, and pay special attention to whether he mentioned some place names that you don't know, such as Utah Sarah, Elek Varda or something, if you don't have one, give him a cat."

"Why?" Natasha asked in surprise, "Could it be that like the legendary Baba Yaga, wizards always have a black cat assistant?"

"If he is the Randolph Carter I know, then he is a serious cat lover. If his identity is confirmed, then I can roughly guess his purpose." Salomon said , "You don't understand the magic system of warlocks. You need to borrow money to cast spells. I... Randolph Carter is probably here to collect debts. I may have inadvertently owed some bills that I can't pay back. So It’s not accurate, I’m just the one who inherited the debt.”

"You mean, all of this may have something to do with you?" Coulson was a little curious, "What do you owe?"

"I don't know, maybe it's the soul?" Salomon stretched out the ring on his left little finger in front of Coulson, "I already owe a lot of things. This ring is my IOU. When I die, the lower level The demons and demons of the plane will fight for my soul, this Mr. Randolph Carter may be in the back row, and Beryl will not let go so easily."

"Then how do we solve this matter? Go directly to confirm the identity of Randolph Carter, and then notify other creditors when you go to repay the debt, and then let them fight for the ownership of your soul?" Natasha smashed Smacking her mouth, she said, "Although the devil devil or something sounds weird, it's the only way to do it now, isn't it?"

"The premise is that my assumption is correct, he is the Carter I think, and I can summon demons here. If I have time, I will try to summon demons. If the summoning spell fails... we still have to step by step Come on." Salomon said, "Agent Coulson, I need you to talk to this Mr. Carter about your adventures. If this Mr. Carter is not the one I know, we still need to investigate all this reason."

"Are you sure? Even if I abandon the principle of secrecy, I have nothing to say." Coulson said, "I can't tell people in the 17th century what a Quin-jet fighter is?"

"I write, you tell." Salomon took out a roll of blank parchment and a quill from the dimension bag, "Before I learned magic, I read Kama Taj's biography of a magician as a novel. .I will adapt and write several adventures based on those stories. I believe you can memorize them, Agent Coulson."

"I didn't expect that I would have to recite the article one day. It's a nostalgic feeling. I tried my best." Coulson pulled his tie, as if wanting to let himself breathe a sigh of relief. The incredible things he encountered today were too much. too much.

"And what about you and Natasha?"

"Tomorrow morning, we are going to investigate the town and the forest, and we will also buy some clothes for Agent Romanov. Don't worry, I still have some gold on me. If the tragedy starts, Romanov will probably be killed because of Beautiful and accused of being witches, especially when we're out of town. Don't be surprised, Natasha, you Orthodox may not understand, but Puritans are like that, and since you're my companion now, if they want to take you Hang them, and I'll kill them."

"Thank you for your kindness, little boy." Natasha winked at Salomon with a smile, "But I'm not a weak girl, don't underestimate me, if you don't use magic, you can win Not mine."

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