Chapter 1443: Psychic Open Class

Punkart and Shayla went straight to Punkart's teacher's house early the next morning.
"Mr. Sean, are you there?" Ponkart stood at his teacher's door, shouting at it.
Sheila looked at the previous century building: "Does your teacher live in this kind of place?"
"Yes, is there a problem?"
"Don't you think this house is too old?"
"The psychic life is not as good as you think." Puncate said.
Punchart also has a major occupation himself, except for spirits.
However, most of the older generations of psychiatrists took exorcism as their main business.
However, unless you are a well-known psychologist who has been on TV, few of you can make a lot of money.
Occasionally, I can meet a big customer and make a few tens of thousands of dollars in luck.
But most of the time, it's a few thousand dollars or less.
"Your teacher is great, isn't he?"
"It's better than me," said Puncat. "And he has solved the same problems you have now."
Just then the door opened.
When Puncat saw Sean opening the door, he froze.
"Punkart, what did you do to me early in the morning? What are you doing?"
"You ... Teacher Sean?"
"What the is it?" Sean stared at Ponkart impatiently.
Poncat looked at Sean timidly. Sean was less than forty years old this week. Usually, Sean wore that old and outdated black suit. Brand new suits and shaved beards on his face were all shaved off, which made Poncat think he knew the wrong person.
Sean at this moment is far from the teacher he remembers.
"Teacher, are you going out?"
"No, just go to class," Sean said.
"Class? What class?"
"Just at Nosila Church."
"A church class?"
"No, it's a magical training course organized by the local Occult Society. It's an open course," said Sean.
"What occult society? Why don't I know it at all? Is it a newly formed spiritual organization?"
"Idiot, they have been older than you, but they are usually low-key." Sean turned his eyes to Punk Carter: "And everyone in the Paranormal Society is strong."
"No matter how great you are, can you be great?"
"I'm a fart in others' eyes." Sean rolled his eyes. "Well, would you like to go to class together?"
"Can I go too?"
"That's an open course."
Seeing the conversation between the teacher and the student, Charla seemed to have forgotten her, and immediately pulled La Pencatel.
"Is this your girlfriend? It's pretty, what's your name?"
"No, sir, this is my client. Her name is Chara. We are here to ask for your help."
"Ask for my help?"
"There is a burning spirit in Miss Xara's house. I can't solve it. I can only ask the teacher for your help."
"That's it." Sean nodded. "How much is it?"
"Twenty thousand dollars."
"I want half."
"Yes." Ponka nodded characteristically. Anyway, Sean was the main force, and he was the assistant, so he had no problem with the distribution.
"Go to class first, I don't want to miss this public class," Sean said.
"Teacher, does this class start every day?"
"No, it's a class every month, so don't miss it."
"Can I go then?" Asked Shallah.
"Of course you can," said Sean. "Let's go, Nosila Church is not far from here."
"Teacher, will the two of us dress so casually, will they be kicked out by the Paranormal Society?"
"No requirements for clothing."
"Why is the teacher so formal?"
"I want to give a good impression to the people of the Occult Society. If I have the opportunity in the future, I may be able to become a member of the Occult Society."
When the three arrived at Nosilah Church, they found that more than 20 people had arrived in the church.
Puncat knew some of them, all of them psychics.
Afterwards, several came one after another, and there were about thirty people in the whole church.
After a while, the people of the Paranormal Society finally arrived.
Seeing that she was a the stage in front of her, she did not know if she was over twenty years old.
"That's the one from the Occult Society? It looks very young," Xylar whispered.
It wasn't just Chara that questioned, many people in the church had the same question.
Joelin Nash stood on the temporary podium, holding a microphone and said, "Hello everyone, I'm a member of the Paranormal Society, Joelin Nash."
At the same time, Joelin Nash raised her right palm and turned her back to the crowd: "Maybe someone has doubts about my ability, then this golden ring should be enough to explain the problem."
Several people in the church made a noise, but more were unknown.
"Mr. Sean, what does that girl's golden ring on her hand mean?" Charla asked.
"Did she say she's married?" Punchart teased, and he himself thought it was a joke.
"That's a level of magical evaluation by the Paranormal Society," Sean said with a grim expression.
"Oh, is that gold a symbol of a certain level?" Puncat's tone was still a little frivolous.
"Yes, it's a symbol of the highest rank of the Occult Society."
"Their rank of the Paranormal Society is definitely not rigorous. A little girl actually got the highest grade."
"Malibe had previously gone to assess the magic level, and he got a blue ring, which was only at the second level."
"What? How is that possible? Isn't the Supernatural Society's assessment of magic powers only three levels above and below?"
"No, there are five levels," Sean said.
"Is their authoritative assessment of magic?"
"At that time, the magic mbe also questioned, and also took out his past record as supporting evidence, and asked the supernatural association to give him a higher level of evaluation. As a result, the supernatural association was of course unwilling to do so. Throw the Occult Society. "
"He's under siege by the Paranormal Society?"
"No, Magic Bay said he was thrown away by a girl in black."
"Magic Becker has a lot of combat experience. How could he lose?"
"It was Magic Bay himself who said that the girl who stopped him seemed to be an extremely rare undead system. The girl took him ten seconds to defeat him."
At this time, Joelin Nash on the podium knocked on the podium: "Okay, be quiet, be quiet, don't force me to use fool words! Fool words!"