When the woman heard West's question, her eyes clearly drifted.
With a condescending look, she said, "Northern Europe, the Holy Council."
West had heard of the Holy Council in Northern Europe.
The Holy Council wasn't a top-tier supernatural organization, but it had a certain reputation.
It was like the soccer players in England and Spain.
Even in second-tier leagues, they felt that their standards were higher than in China.
Of course, that was the truth.
They were indeed very skilled. That was undeniable.
The North American supernatural world was basically the same.
Even the second-tier or even third-tier organizations or sects in Europe and Asia.
Their standards were still higher than North America's supernatural world.
The Holy Council's reputation wasn't because of their glorious deeds.
It was because they were mortal enemies of the Scarlet Church.
Of course, the current supernatural world wasn't like the past, where one side would fight to the death.
Most of the time, mortal enemies wouldn't kill each other for no reason.
Most of the time, they competed over certain things, which were battles of words.
For example, if there was a competition in the supernatural world, the two sides might not perform the best.
But once they met, they would go all out in the arena.
Or, if one side did something, the other side had to do it.
Of course, in the past hundred years, the Scarlet Church had produced a 23rd generation Blood Mary.
That was why the Scarlet Church had always suppressed the Holy Council.
When Sivir looked at West and the others, she did look down on them.
How barren was North America's supernatural world?
Most of the time, one or two evil spirits could cause a ruckus.
Because no one was there to deal with it.
If they were in other areas, if an evil spirit dared to cause trouble, they would definitely be dealt with properly.
"I'll take you there," Sivir said.
In this temporary settlement, half of the people were spiritualists.
The other half had interacted with spiritualists before.
So here, everyone was familiar with the supernatural world and magic.
The registration process was simple. Basically, everyone just had to state their identity and the organization they belonged to.
But West felt that the registrants seemed to be on guard against something.
West led the group out of the simple registration office.
Sivir was still by his side.
"You better not wander around at night."
"Why?"
"It's not absolutely safe here."
"Are you saying that other people will harm us?" West asked.
"Do you know why we are gathered here?"
"Protect Poison Dragon, the guardian of the grassland," West said.
"That's right. The ones who attacked the poisonous dragon were not only unclean creatures, but also a group of unclean humans. They worship evil gods. They think that as long as they kill the poisonous dragon, they can destroy the balance of nature." Sivir said, "So, not only do we have to fight against the unclean creatures, but we also have to fight against our own kind hidden among us."
Sylvie paused for a moment before continuing, "In the past, most of the missing people were attacked by humans."
"So this registration is also to distinguish between friend and foe?"
Sivir nodded. "Yes."
"Then are we under suspicion?"
"Your passports have minimized your suspicions," Sivir said.
"Looks like we're in luck," West said with a smile.
"I live in a small house to the north of the settlement. If you have any trouble, you can come to me," Sivir replied calmly.
Sivir turned around and left.
"Come on, let's go to our place."
"Mr. West, where are we staying?"
"By the river," West said. "There are some houses there. I paid some money just now, so the person in charge arranged a nice house for us."
When they found a place to stay, they found that it was indeed nice.
Other than the crocodiles in the river, there were no obvious flaws.
As for the crocodiles' activities, it was not a problem for them.
Although the houses here were all made of wood, the style was not bad. They also had some electrical equipment.
They did not have to live like primitive people.
West said he paid some money, but it was not a small amount.
At least the money was enough to build these wooden houses.
Otherwise, they would not have been assigned such a nice house.
The houses by the river were in a row. Eighty percent of them were occupied by the Supernatural Organization.
After a few days of traveling, they could finally rest.
However, before they could pack their luggage, they heard a noise outside.
"Come out. I want to see who dares to live in a place I like."
Curses came from outside. The voice was very arrogant.
Everyone in the Supernatural Organization heard it.
One by one, they came out of their rooms.
When they came out, they immediately saw an old acquaintance.
When this old acquaintance saw the people from the Supernatural Organization, he felt as if his throat was choked by a hand.
His voice was stuck in his throat.
This person was none other than the person they had met in the Norwegian forest during their last mission. He was the person in charge of the Holy Flame Sect in Norway, Magori Modrich.
Magori Modrich opened his mouth. His face was filled with stiffness and awkwardness.
He never would have thought that he would meet someone from the Supernatural Organization in the Serengeti Plains that was tens of thousands of miles away.
He had escaped death last time. He did not expect to meet people from the Supernatural Organization again this time.
"Mr. Magori, what a coincidence. We meet again." West stood in front of the door and squinted at Magori Modrich.
Jollinash walked over too. A ball of fire gathered in her palm. "Mr. Magori, I've mastered the little sun I got from you last time. I can ask you for some pointers."
"That … misunderstanding … it's really a misunderstanding," Magori Modrich hurriedly said.
What a joke. If they fought with these people, they would not even know how they died.
Last time, he and his men had already suffered.
This time, he did not bring as many people as last time.
Mainly because they had suffered heavy losses last time. They still did not have enough people.
If there was another conflict, even if all his men died, they would not be able to defeat the Supernatural Organization.
Also, in the Supernatural Organization, the person who had left the deepest impression on Magori was Helios.
This guy had killed that lunatic Ribbrick.
Magori felt that even if Helios was alone, they would not be able to deal with him.
At this moment, he groaned inwardly. He wanted to turn around and leave.
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