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Shakespeare's expression was solemn, and then he returned to his usual smile.

"It's nothing, it's just that the venting of anger in the town square and the church has been changed to go to court. Of course, the word trial has no real meaning. It is to show the authority of the church by example. When it sees the weak, it throws stones at it. The heresy judgment that even a fool can see. And most importantly, compared to the brutal witch hunt."

Speaking of this, the smile on his face completely bloomed, as if he had thought of something that really made people laugh.

"It's also full of slick money transactions, it's the ultimate in vicious depravity. I'm not afraid of hard work, but I'm not afraid of trouble, and the cauldron is boiling! The so-called witch is just a fictional existence that exists in the creation! Although I myself are also in the work I wrote it, but I have never seen a real witch!"

Medea, who was standing not far away, cast a stare at him that was enough to condense her unpleasant emotions into reality, but she herself seemed to be unaware.

"That being said, that being said. Those who combine this fiction with reality and want to use it for their own benefit are usually the ones who deny it. Even in the age of my generation, people have been aware of it to some extent. Even if it is rarely replaced by words on paper, it is rarely talked about so bluntly.”

"The fear of witches and the curse of witches that threaten us, these collective subconsciousnesses do exist in this world. Then, with the changes of the times, we have entered the so-called modern and modern times. What will happen to the situation?"

"That...well, it doesn't really matter."

Seeing that Shakespeare wanted to continue talking, Sherlock Holmes immediately grabbed the topic.

"Let's put aside the historical period of Salem at the end of the seventeenth century. I have no interest in it. Unfortunately, it is obvious that it is not only piety who was brought into the New World by the Puritans. He hates evil and wants to punish them with his own hands. It is in the heart of man that there is a sad hope that is hopelessly attracted by sin."

"Even with the passage of time, this will not change. Perhaps this is the most basic psychology of criminals. Then——what is a witch? Is a witch a sinner? Or a victim? Its meaning and form of existence will change according to the will of the people. Change, as a person who knows the mystery, an incomprehensible being, a heretic who refuses the guidance of God."

"Witch Trial, as its name suggests, is a system that punishes witches by virtue of authority and law. Witch Hunt, the product of hysteria and fear, is dealt with in a more contemporary form and with a calm attitude. However, even if it is an uninvited guest named madness Being detained in the living room is no different than sharing a table with him at dinner."

"What was played repeatedly in Western Europe was the persecution of the witches. And the final piece, even brought into the New World, played a magnificent piece in the pious land of Salem."

"Rationality and longing, scientific spirit and mysticism are opposed to each other, it is simply the vibrato of demons rampant..."

As he spoke, it was as if the music of a violin sounded from somewhere, but before it was out of control, someone directly interrupted the piece of music.

"Hey. Don't be complacent and blatantly bring out the violin. Go back to your room and play those narcissistic performances."

"Oh, is it superfluous?"

Seeing Andersen expressing his dissatisfaction unabashedly, Holmes also naturally put away his violin.

"I thought that after a long commentary, you would listen very naturally.

The first thousand three hundred and thirty-four chapters of the expedition of the heroic spirits

"...for the past few days, I have been focusing my investigation on the possibility of changing past events. I have repeatedly confirmed whether the foundations that should have been repaired have been shaken. But..." The image in front of him, Da Vinci said slowly.

"I didn't miss it. But something did happen. A plausible result from the singularity of the past—some sort of tiny distortion that seemed to threaten the laws of our world."

"There is no deviation in the value. However, the event does exist. In this case, this is not a human, but an existence close to a god. Of course, a magic word must be added before the word for God."

Holmes raised his eyebrows and took over.

"Since it's a crime of a demon god, it's a matter of course. But even this inconceivable should have a well-ordered law. It's impossible to estimate this law from the outside, you have to go inside and become a party. "

"So, you commissioned Andersen and Shakespeare to write the script for them, and let them visit the mist as a traveling theater company?"

Seeing a few people nodding, Xia Heng couldn't help sighing.

"Send a traveling theater company to the colony of the Forbidden Puritans, you are too messed up."

"It's true! But fighting poison with poison is exactly what it is! Hahaha, hahahahahaha!"

Shakespeare, who undoubtedly contributed to the project, shouted loudly and let out a great laugh.

"Then, I have thoroughly understood the matter. Judging from the current time...they have not left for a long time. The members of the traveling theater group are Tachibana, Matthew, Robin Hood, Sansong, Marta Harrie, Na Zha, the seven fake Medea, right?"

"That's right, we notified you as soon as we found out that Medea had been dropped. Now counting the time to understand the situation, exactly an hour has passed, and it should still be possible to save it."

Da Vinci nodded, then frowned worriedly.

"At this time, we can only wait for Tachibana to complete the communication connection. We can't do anything else. Of course, we will track down the real body of the fake Medea together with Medea. I can only rely on you on Lem’s side.”

"I understand, I will contact you after I find Tachibana and the others."

Xia Heng nodded, then paused, and then showed a somewhat troubled expression.

"However, if Tachibana and the others have already been in contact with the people in Salem, the number and members of the traveling theater group will be very obvious. If you have to explain to the locals, you can only say that they came on foot. Equip them with carriages."

"Don't gossip, just make it clear!"

"Mr. Xia Heng means that after entering Salem, what role should he play? Is that right?"

Seeing Andersen spewing spicy words as always, Holmes raised his eyebrows and said.

"After all, if the traveling theater troupe said that it was a shameful little girl, it would be reasonable for a young man to explain it."

"Hmm... I didn't prepare this kind of plot in the script of my generation. If you want to participate in it, you must prepare an identity that is not closely related to the traveling theater company, but is not strange to know. Nobles, wealthy businessmen, etc. There is no doubt that it will be directly debunked, and the script writers are quite far-fetched.”

Shakespeare rubbed his chin worriedly.

"Since that's the case, you can only use a more partial identity."

"Well...it's a little tricky..."

"After all, it is a colony of Puritans. If there is a dose of poison, I am afraid something will happen."

"That's all it can do..."

"How's the communicator, Matthew?"

In the living room of the wooden building, Fujimaru Tachibana asked Mash who was sitting on the side.

After the spirits were transferred to Salem at the end of the seventeenth century, they rescued a group of children who were attacked by wild beasts on their way to find the village, and were then killed by the uncle of a girl named Abigail in the group. Invite to your home.

"About this matter, senpai. Although I reconfirmed..."

Facing the question of Fujimaru Tachibana, Matthew showed a worried expression.

"Is it still not working? That's the trouble. Da Vinci's invention may not always work."

Seeing this, Sang Song, who was sitting opposite, also frowned worriedly.

"Huwu Huyi's long forehead should be removed occasionally"

"Just finish this bowl of oatmeal first, Nezha."

Robin Hood also sighed as he looked at the third prince who was making a vague voice next to him.

"I said you, shouldn't you be a more rational character? It's not good to be so gluttonous as a guest? And this village doesn't seem to be particularly rich. Besides, oats are fodder for horses. Although I You know about the high nutritional value of oats and things like that."

"...Hehe! Thunder Shrinking Thief Huwa!"

Nezha didn't pay any attention to his preaching and continued to gobble it.

"...Even if I use the same ingredients, I can make it even more delicious. It seems that this village has no spare energy to devote to cooking."

Seeing the bland oatmeal in front of her, Medea lowered her eyes and said.

"Maybe it's because we were put into a virtual body after being transferred here. We do feel hungry now. And if we don't eat, it will also cause suspicion.

Sansson had no idea about the oatmeal and made the best judgment.

"Don't be so rigid?"

Before he could finish speaking, Mata Hari said with a smile.

"Leaving the impression of a group of weirdos will make future actions more convenient. I also checked the situation of the village in the morning, and briefly promoted our troupe. Please cooperate with me."

"Have the survey of the surrounding area been completed? Just this morning?"

Hearing this, Matthew's eyes widened in astonishment, while Robin Hood showed a look of clapping.

"As expected of the eldest sister. For what should be done, (Wang Hao) is quick enough to act."

"So, what exactly is this village..."

"As the boy Abigail said, this is Salem in AD [*]. There's no contradiction in the conversation among the villagers. It's a Puritan—a Puritan Saxon."

Mata Hari told all the information she had detected in the morning.

"Almost all farmers, fishermen, hunters, blacksmiths and dyers, and priests. All were hardworking colonists early in the morning. The warehouses on the quays were lined up on their way to mainland Britain and the West Indies. The sailboats are also moored there."

"When—? This is different from the historical facts. The construction of the pier should take some time..."

"Is it a boat? Are there sailors there?"

"Miss Medea...Blow?"

Seeing that Medea interrupted her words with a cheerful expression, Matthew's eyes widened in surprise.

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"Miss Medea?"

"...It's okay...cough. Since it is a port city, there will naturally be sailors."

Seeing everyone's surprised expressions, Medea coughed lightly.

"Did you have a girlish temperament just now?"

While softening the expression on his face, Robin Hood mentioned Medea, who was summoned in the form of a girl—that is, Medea Lily.

"Don't... don't confuse me with that kind of yellow-haired girl with a white history."

"Is it an observational error. Or..."

Seeing this, Matthew brought back the topic.

"There are other places that deviate from history." Marta Hari continued: "Even if daily life is in line with the state of the late seventeenth century, it does not mean that the composition is the same. There are many Persons not on the resident list, although no common features have been identified between them."

"So that's the case... that's just as sure that this isn't the Salem of the past."

Robin Hood thought for a moment, then nodded and continued.

"I explored the nearby terrain at dawn—the iconic terrain and buildings remained the same, but what about the rest, it's very perfunctory. Compared with the historical data of Chaldea, there is a big difference. "

"In other words, is this 637li still an exquisite but fake village?" Sansong frowned: "Only the skin of Salem in the seventeenth century was used, but the inner personnel were replaced? Did it happen? Has there been a historical change similar to the singularity at the time of the Burning of Humanity...?"

"What about the people who used to live in Salem?"

Fujimaru Tachibana asked aloud, remembering the fifty thousand Salem citizens who were supposed to be here.

"Well, here's the problem."

Marta Hari nodded, her expression slightly grim.

"The number of villagers in Salem is only about [*] to [*] at most."

"There is nowhere to find a place to imprison the [*] people who disappeared."

Hearing this, Robin Hood sighed.

"Fifty thousand...human beings..."