The woman's eyes fluttered clearly when she heard West asking the question.

With a subdued look, he said, "Nordic, holy council."

West has heard of the Sacred Council of Northern Europe.

The Holy Council is not a first-class spiritual organization, but it also has a certain reputation.

It's like those players playing in England and Spain.

Even in the second-tier leagues, it feels higher than the domestic level.

Of course, so is the fact.

People's level is indeed high, which is not said.

The same is true of the North American spirit.

Even the second-tier and even third-tier organizations or sects in Europe and Asia.

The level is still higher than that of North America.

And the reputation of this holy council is not because of their glorious deeds.

It is that they are the enemy of the Scarlet Church.

Of course, the spirit realm is not as endless as it once was.

The current enemy, in most cases, will not kill the other party for no reason.

It's more about competition on certain things, that is, Wen Dou.

For example, if there is any competition in the spiritual realm, the two sides may not perform the brightest.

But once they got on the stage, it was all firepower.

Or some things, one side will do it, and the other side will definitely do it.

Of course, in the last hundred years, the Scarlet Church has given birth to a **** twenty-three generation.

So the Scarlet Church has been holding the Holy Council.

When Seavel looked at West and others, it was a bit of contempt.

How Barren is the North American Spiritual Realm?

Often times, one or two evil spirits can jump around.

Just because no one is going to deal with it.

If it is placed in other areas, if there are evil spirits daring to make trouble, it must be properly arranged.

"I'll take you there," said Shivill.

Half of the people in this makeshift settlement are psychics.

The remaining half also had contact with the psychic.

So here, everyone will be familiar with the spirit realm and magic.

The registration process is simple, and basically everyone will explain their identity and the forces they belong to.

But West felt what the registrant seemed to be guarding against.

West led someone out of the humble registry.

Sivir remained with him.

"You better not walk around at night."

"why?"

"It's not absolutely secure here."

"Are you saying that there are peers against us?" West asked.

"Know the purpose of our gathering here?"

"Protect the poison dragon, the guardian of that prairie," West said.

"Yes, not only are unclean creatures attacking poisonous dragons, but also a group of unclean humans. They worship evil gods. They believe that by killing poisonous dragons, they can break the balance of nature." Sieville said, "So we are not only To fight against unclean creatures, and to fight the same kind hidden in us. "

Hevilton paused and continued: "Most of the missing people have been attacked by humans in the past."

"So this registration is also for the purpose of identifying enemies?"

Seavel nodded. "Yes."

"So are we suspected?"

"Your passports have kept your suspicions to a minimum," said Seavel.

"It looks like we're in luck," West said with a smile.

"I live in a hut north of the gathering area. If you have any trouble, you can come to me," said Shivle indifferently.

With that said, Hevil turned and left.

"Come on, let's go where we live."

"Mr. West, where do we live?"

"On the river, there are some houses over there. I just paid some money, so the person in charge here arranged a good house for us." West said.

When they found a place to live, they found it really good.

Except for crocodiles in the river, there are no obvious defects.

As for the crocodile activity, it is not a problem for everyone.

Although the houses here are all made of wood, the style is not bad, and there are some electrical equipment.

Everyone does not need to live a primitive life.

West said that he paid some money, but it was not a small sum.

At least the money is enough to build these wooden houses.

Otherwise, they could not be assigned to such a good house.

The houses by the river are lined up, and Bacheng is occupied by people from the Paranormal Society.

After a few days of stressing the boat, they were finally able to rest.

However, before everyone packed their luggage, noise came from outside.

"Get out of me, I just want to see, which guy dares to live where I want to be."

A scream came from outside, and it was very arrogant.

Everyone at the Occult Society heard this.

One by one came out of their respective rooms.

After coming out, I immediately saw an old acquaintance.

When this old acquaintance saw someone from the Paranormal Society, his throat seemed to be choked by a hand.

The sound stuck out in the throat.

This person is not someone else. It was exactly the Norwegian head of the Torchfire, Maghry Modric, who met in the deep forests of Norway during the previous mission.

Magri Modric opened his mouth, his face stiff and awkward.

He couldn't think of it. In the Serengeti prairie, thousands of miles away, he met someone from the Paranormal Society.

The last time he had escaped from the dead, he did not expect this time to find his own way again.

"Mr. Magley, what a coincidence, we met again." West stood at the door, squinting at Magley Modric.

Jorinash also came over, and a flame of flame gathered in his palm: "Mr. Magley, the little sun I got from you last time, I have already practiced, and I can just ask you for advice."

"That ... misunderstanding ... it's really a misunderstanding." Margaret Modric called quickly.

Just kidding, conflicting with these people, I don't know how to die.

He and his men had already suffered a lot last time.

And this time he didn't have as many people as last time.

It was mainly because of the heavy losses last time, and so far it has not filled up.

In the event of another conflict, his people would be dead, and they would not be able to beat the members of the Paranormal Society.

And among the Paranormal Society, the most impressed by Marguerite Modric is Helis.

This guy killed Librick's lunatic.

Margery Modric feels that even if there is only Helis, they can't handle it.

At this moment he was crying bitterly in his heart, anxious to turn away.