Agent Colson's extremely friendly temperament also made several little girls slightly relieve their hostility. The most courageous girl, Ann Putman with red hair, took the initiative to lead the way, while Elizabeth Paris, who was only 9 years old, was still hiding behind Salomon and refused to come out. This round-faced little girl always felt scared whenever she saw Natasha Romanov, because her father often instilled in her horror legends of witches. In her eyes, a woman as beautiful as Natasha must have something to do with the witch. Elizabeth's friends were also very curious about why Elizabeth was so quiet today, but when they saw Salomon's half-light and half-dark face reflected by the flames, they snickered with understanding.

Little girls in the country always fantasize about what their future husband will be like, a young and strong farmer, or a wandering sailor? In adolescence, the teenager Salomon, whose face lines are changing from round to sharp, just hit Elizabeth Paris's heart, and Elizabeth also believes that her father will accept a student from London.

As for Salomon's thoughts, well, no one has asked him about this.

Compared to beauties like Natasha Romanov who are not seen in small towns, Coulson is more acceptable like a gentleman. At least, the leader of this group of little girls, Ann Putman, thinks so, because Agent Colson looks like a pampered master. Even if he is not a noble, he is also a clean scholar. At least his wrinkles do not have the dead skin of wind and sun, his eyes are not red by the sea breeze all year round, and there is no smell of livestock on his body. No matter where he goes, anyone will think that this is a person who has nothing to do with coolie work.

As for Natasha Romanov... Ann Putman didn't want to comment, because the clothing that was close to the body and didn't know what material it was was too inhumane. Natasha's concave and convex figure was too tempting for men, and even prostitutes in big cities would not wear it like this. Ann had heard sailors at the dock talk about the Soho area in London. In her opinion, those morally corrupt women should be exactly the same as Natasha.

Along the way, they heard nothing except a few scattered barks. Colson and Ann Putman walked in front, and in the middle with two other girls, Salomon and Natasha Romanov, at the end. The Black Widow Agent seemed to know that this was not a place to talk. Although she was puzzled, she did not ask too much about the situation. These little girls seemed to come to this clearing, carrying horse lanterns and walking along a path covered by bushes to the village. Salomon was thinking about the reason for his arrival here, and the reason for this inexplicable time trip, what caused it all?

Is it Abigail Williams? There are some things he didn't know? Salomon was not sure. He could only confirm one thing, that is, the Venerable saw the scene of him ending the event through the Eye of Ago Motorcycle, otherwise it would be impossible for him to come to Salem. The reason why the Venerable insisted on letting him perform the mission alone may also be because this incident was actually related to him.

Could it be... Holy Secret? Salomon thought of the mad poor man. But so far, he knew too little news. He only knew that he was in 1692. He could only temporarily assume that killing Abigail Williams would solve the incident. If possible, he planned to find a place to open a portal to Kamataj and talk about this matter with the Supreme Master of 1692. He believed that with the knowledge of the Venerable, he should give a solution.

Agent Colson played his advantage in chatting with Ann Putman, and he easily brought a lot of information from Ann Putman's mouth. For example, Ann Putman had a distant cousin who also lived in the town named Alice Parker, a devout guy who carried the Bible every day; Ann Putman mentioned that she had a tall and toned friend named Margaret, who had pursued her; she also introduced another girl besides Elizabeth, Mary Walcott, who sang with them, who was the helper of Putman's family.

In addition, there were some trivial matters in the town. After Ann Putman finished talking in a mess, she began to ask Colson back, and she asked Colson what London was like and what Boston was like. This topic was conspicuous and attracted the attention of the other two girls. The girls in the town always dreamed of going to big cities, and they were no exception.

Salomon reminded Colson here, “I found my tutor before I went to college, Mr. Colson is my history professor and I plan to major in his courses.”

"I'm not in London all year round because I need to go to archaeology around the world. Mr. Damonnett just started as my assistant and got separated from us." Agent Colson quickly took it. "We came here this time to..."

"Study local folk customs and historical sites." Romanov glanced at Salomon. She didn't expect that the secret wizard was so used to lying. She thought that magicians were all crazy and innocent guys.

"Yes, that's right." Agent Colson nodded, "Folk customs, this may be related to the ruins of the Indians..."

"Aboriginal?!" Mary Walcott couldn't help but raise his voice, "It was the Aboriginal who killed Abigail's parents!"

"That's right!" Elizabeth also frowned. "Father said that they were all sinners who had never heard of God's voice, and they were indecent pagans."

Salomon glared at Colson, but he didn't expect that this history-based guy made a very dogmatic mistake. "Don't worry." The secret mage explained, "We are not aboriginal sympathizers, and there is no such person even at Oxford."

The name Abigail also reminded Agent Colson of the Salem Witch Trial. He asked Ann Putman, "What month is it today?"

“April 21.”

Colson took a deep breath - in a few days, the Salem tragedy would happen, and he had learned it while studying American history. The answer to Ann Putman was obviously a torture. She also asked Colson why he had to bring a prostitute on the way to take a risk. Is it like this to the masters in London?

Natasha Romanov glared at the girl, and Colson looked embarrassed, and didn't know how to answer for a moment. After all, SHIELD did not have the way of the professor talking to the 17th century Puritans. "I am a maid, Mr. Damonnet's maid." Natasha remembered Salomon's accent, so she relieved herself. "Mr. Damonnet... Oh, it's Sir Damonnet. His daily life is taken care of by me, and even on the adventure."

Salomon glanced at Natasha in surprise, and he couldn't think of what this woman was going to do. In fact, Natasha was preparing for the stay in the town in the future. She wanted to find the opportunity to be alone with Salomon so as to understand the whole story of the matter. Colson thought for a few seconds and understood Natasha's intention. He thought it was a good opportunity. Since they were chasing Salomon, it would be correct to ask Salomon.

"Are you all?" Elizabeth asked with her head raised and raised her head.

"Of course it's everything, little sister, including the kind you think."

Elizabeth lowered her head with a flushed face. Salomon glared at Natasha with dissatisfaction, but the woman just smiled at him without explaining. When the group could vaguely see the dim lights in the town, a girl ran over with breath. When she got closer, everyone saw the girl's appearance.

She has long, soft and golden hair, with a few cute bows tied to her hair. She wore a light black round felt hat, and her pale calves exposed under her tight pumpkin pants were very slender. Even in April when the ice and snow melted, her outfit was very thin.

"An!" the little girl ran over panting and stopped in front of everyone, "I'm looking for you... Didn't you agree that you can't sing the song of curse today? Ah, who are they?"

"Are they here... to learn, or to dig something?" said Ann Putman. "Anyway, they are from London."

"Foreigner?" The girl suddenly became interested, "You must have gone to many places, right?"

The trio of foreigners nodded. Colson and Natasha don't have to be the majority. They are agents, and Salomon has also relied on the portal to visit many places. "Then you must have been to Boston?!" The girl's eyes lit up. In her heart, the biggest city is Boston.

"In fact, we just passed by Boston," said Agent Colson. He didn't know much about Boston during this period, so he said he didn't understand either.

"If possible, can you tell me about big cities?" asked the girl, "London and New York, either. Although my uncle often tells me his adventures, he often leaves home early recently... Oh, by the way, forgot to introduce himself. My name is Abigail Williams, just call me Abi."

No one could tell that the thin and tall 11-year-old girl in front of him was actually the girl who reported the trial in the Salem tragedy. Agent Colson blinked, and Salomon stood up straight, quietly held the wand with his hand behind him, ready to cast spells at any time. But Natasha Romanov held his hand, and even faced Salomon's sharp gaze, Natasha Romanov still did not intend to let go.

"Don't tell me, you're so righteous now." She said in a low voice, "She's not that kind of person yet."

"Shut up, Natasha Romanov." Salomon broke away from her hand, "this might be the only way to solve this."

"I won't let you do this. Do you have to use absurd historical records to execute me?" Romanov grabbed the other end of the wand. "And you don't think about the consequences of our doing so, and will affect the future... Don't move around, this is made of wood. I can break it at any time after I hold it."
Chapter completed!