"What does it mean?" asked Agent Romanov.

Salomon glanced at the others who were gradually moving away and sighed. He quickly told Natasha the metaphor of the white paper and the cube. Natasha was very smart, and she quickly understood what Salomon meant.

"The cross-sections that each of us observe are different, because many different things happen at the same time. The cube formed by all the cross-sections is the reality of the universe and the foundation of our existence." Salomon said, "You and Agent Colson must have entered the cave. All these anomalies are related to that cave, which is a channel. When we came out of the cave, we entered a deformed cross-section three hundred years ago, and this cross-section was originally normal. Can you imagine that the waist of a cube is a cylinder? We are now in the cross-section of this cylinder. I call this anomaly a "annoying belt" and a layer of space-time anomaly that covers reality. What we have to do is leave here, or solve the source of the event, and let it all return to normal."

"What about the basis?" Natasha Romanov followed Agent Colson and a group of girls. Agent Colson had learned his lesson. He now knew how to speak. Obviously, the university education he received gave him rich capital for conversation, and those strange stories were enough to attract the attention of those little girls.

"The monsters we encountered before... they do not belong to this world." Salomon walked beside Natasha, "I am very sure of this. Those monsters are ghouls, but not ghouls of this universe."

"Does the monster have a birth certificate?" Natasha said with a smile. "Even if there are, they are not attached to the forehead, otherwise I would have seen it long ago. I know you know how to use magic, and I know that there will be many strange things in the magic world, but what you are talking about is theory and cannot prove it."

"It is really impossible to prove it before I start the experiment." The method of proof of Salomon is to open the portal. If the portal arrived in New York cannot be opened, it means that the reality they observed is in line with the theory Salomon said, which is a deformed cross-section covering the town of Salem. Even if the portal can be opened, it cannot take them back from this cross-section to the original cross-section, because it is not on the same white piece of paper at all. But if the portal arrived in New York is opened... it may mean that it is even worse. Salomon would rather be the former, at least that should be something that the Sword of Victory can solve.

"And," Salomon continued, "I don't know how to describe it to you, but I've smelled this alien magic many years ago."

"The year did you rob Member White?" Natasha looked at the ring on Salomon's hand and raised her eyebrows. "You exchanged this ring with the same clothes as you are now, at least you didn't lose money."

"Ha, I'm starting to believe in fate now." Salomon smiled helplessly, "Although my theory is pessimistic, it does not mean that I believe in fate, because I am the new length and width of the cross-section. But this ring appeared in Salem that year... Maybe I was destined to come here. Maybe we can see the ancestors of Councillor White. If he also had this pink diamond ring on his hand, it would prove that my theory was wrong."

Is it Emperor Weishan? Or the Eternal God? Salone is not sure who pushed him to this place, but what Salone is sure is that the Supreme Master has definitely seen the ending of his safe return, otherwise the Venerable will solve this problem by himself. If someone in this world loves him, then the Supreme Master must be one of them.

Salomon believed so firmly.

"Then we have to speed up and don't fall behind, magician."

"Remember not to let go of the Tsarist maid I bought. You don't understand how fanatical the Puritans on this land were in this era. They firmly believe in the existence of witchcraft and magic... Well, this is the fact. But they also believe in every vicious superstition created by their tortured hearts. These people searched for traces of the devil from all places and things, believing that the devil is the culprit of all problems and bad luck. Every soul here is addicted to hell and curses, and is in panic all day long." Salomon ruthlessly mocked the ancestors of these Americans, "What a bunch of pitiful worms..."

"If there is really a devil in this world..." Natasha Romanov hesitated for a moment and continued, "The devil has already accomplished what he wants to do with my hand. I once owe a lot of blood debts, and that's something I can't pay off."

"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

"I know your secret, magic. Although you haven't hidden it from me." Natasha blinked happily, "Now, you should know my secret, right?"

"I understand how you feel...but this time, there is a good chance that our hands will be stained with blood again." Salomon lowered his eyes and said, "I won't regret it, I hope you won't. Pay more attention to Abigail, you are an agent, and you can tell if she is lying. The order I received was to kill Abigail, and if she kills her, I will do this."

"If Abigail wasn't what you thought, Agent Colson would never agree with this." Natasha said, "He's a good guy, a real good guy."

"Then I will solve this at all costs."

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Near the town, Abigail's uncle appeared at the end of the road. "I've been looking for you for a long time, Abigail." Abigail's uncle looked like a serious man. He wore a beige windbreaker, neat shirt collar and tie, which showed that he was a rigorous man. His short black hair was combed backwards, his brow bones were sharp, and his thin lips were pursed tightly.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Uncle!" After Abigail said goodbye to several girls who returned home, he introduced three foreigners to her uncle. She said, "This is Mr. Colson, a scholar from London. This is his student, Sir Damonnet. This is... This is Miss Maid! Mr. Colson, this is my uncle."

"Hello, Mr. Colson." After introducing himself, Randolph Carter nodded to Colson and Salomon, and he shook Colson's hand. "I am also a scholar and teach theology in Boston, but I have also studied history a little. It seems that you have a lot of experience in teaching minors, and I am very happy to see them chatting with you."

"I just told some stories that happened on other continents." Colson seemed to have entered the role. "This is my experience of adventures around the world over the years. Although it is not very exciting, it is still worth listening to it."

"I think we'll have a very speculative conversation," said Randolph Carter. "I have a bottle of whiskey from the country, and maybe we can find time to talk. It's difficult to find a serious place to stay in Salem at this time. If you don't mind, you can stay at my house tonight."

Although Randolph Carter did not show too much emotion, his enthusiasm still aroused the vigilance of others. Needless to say, Salomon was quite alert to everything here, and the agents of SHIELD believed that it would be too suspicious to accept three foreigners casually on the land of New England in the 17th century.

"Thank you very much for your help." Colson nodded in agreement. Since Abigail was one of the culprits of the tragedy, it's better to observe it nearby, and there should be another worthy target there. He said, "We will go to the hotel in the town early tomorrow morning."

"I will ask Tituba to prepare meals for you to eliminate the fatigue of the journey. Mr. Colson, if you have time after dinner, we might as well talk about your experiences." Randolph Carter mentioned another goal that Colson wanted to observe.

"It's my honor, Mr. Carter."

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"Damn it! It's true that it can't be opened!" Salomon took off the ring and sat on the bed in the guest room. He didn't know whether he should be happy or angry, because the portal that could be opened was only in this cross-section. To be precise, it was in this town, and more accurately, at both ends of the room.

At this time, Natasha Romanov was leaning against the pillow, her legs stretching relaxedly, eating the food stored by Salomon.

The food in the town of Salem is not too good, because New England is threatened by the Dutch from the Western New Netherlands colonies, the Spanish from the South, and the French from the Northwest New French colonies, and has friction with the native Indians, and supplies can only be obtained from the port. However, more cargo ships will choose to go to Boston instead of the small port of Salem, where most of the people who come here are colonists from the local area.

Randolph Carter only provided food for Agent Colson and Salomon. As for Natasha... she said she was a maid, so she only had food for the servant. After dinner, Coulson returned to the bedroom to rest on the excuse of being tired from the journey. Natasha was originally arranged to be in the same room as the servant Tituba, but she also made excuses. She portrayed Salomon as a guy who grew up in the cradle, and she said that Salomon could not live without her even when she was sleeping.

Now, Natasha also asked Salomon to take out the food she had reserved on the excuse she had not eaten enough - Salomon was sure that she must have learned about it from Nick Frena. Salomon sat on the bed and thought quietly - maybe this abnormal area had a boundary, but he didn't even need to explore the size of this abnormal area to know that they could not leave. Whether it was some kind of magic or this abnormal area would expand with their observations, as far as the current situation was concerned, it would be impossible to leave here without solving the incident.

But there is no good news. That is, anything that happens in this abnormal area will not affect the reality of the outside world. If the theory is proven, it means that the residents of Salem in 2010 were still living well, but they just couldn't get in touch with it. There is a thin but indestructible reality between them, because two-dimensional humans cannot break through the plane.
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