Before the dance began, she harvested so many dragon's blood flowers, which must have been the result of the jealousy of those nobles.

On the other hand, of course, this also proves that the competition for the top five contenders is quite fierce.

After all, judging from the previous experience, whoever can come out on top in the third round of competition will be able to get more support from the nobles, and whoever will become the Black Queen.

The girl danced, she was a narrative dance, and I don't know how many times better than the previous competitors just from the topic selection.

She should play the most familiar battle of the Ocassim Empire - the Battle of Lucasso.

She moves like thunder and clouds, and softly like the moon when she sees the moon, and with the ups and downs of the rhythm of the music, different styles of dance are competing on the stage.

Besides, being able to choose such a rare theme shows that the girl's knowledge is not low, but it's a pity that she is a person from the back three streets, otherwise she will definitely be able to sell for a higher price.

"Bang bang bang"!

The dance gradually came to an end, but the battle of the five invited nobles had only just begun.

Before the performance, they just gave each other a dismount, and it was not until the end that they met with swords.

At this moment, the girl's dancing posture was gradually becoming unimportant, and the eyes of the audience were focused on the five young people.

They frantically took the money bag out of their pockets, and threw it to the waiter on the side, who glanced at the sign on the backpack and began to count, and the person in charge of the salute kept loading the colorful flowers.

If the Okassim soldiers can work half as hard as these people, let alone Lukaso, presumably the Venadians will not even want to touch the edge of the ruined city of Sidam.

The dance music is coming to an end, and the competition among the young people is gradually heating up.

Although she pretended to be calm, the girl on the stage was still shocked by the generosity of several people.

Because even if she takes on customers for a lifetime, she doesn't make as much money as tonight, and half of this money will go into her pocket.

With the money, her mother would not have to worry about the rent and heating of the brothel, and the money they owed to His Excellency Plavel would be paid quickly.

After that, she will marry the highest bidder, and then she will receive a large dowry.

Thinking of this, the girl fixed her figure, ended the dance tonight in a graceful squatting position, and then smiled sweetly and innocently at the nobleman who had contributed the most money.

The latter looked at the people around him proudly, and then sat back with a pretended composure.

About five minutes after the curtain call, the waiters in the recital hall finally counted the money, and the two girls hurried onto the stage with a banner

- "Yelena Chloe, 8,354 flowers." ”

Seeing this number, the hall resounded with an exclamation, followed by warm applause.

I just don't know if this applause is given to the contestants themselves, or to the generous aristocrats.

The show continues, and the programs of the remaining three contenders are much the same.

In fact, at this moment, it is the supporters at the round table that are even more eye-catching.

Among the next three bidders, the largest one received nearly 30,000 votes, which is already a staggering number compared to previous years.

It's just strange that Olivia doesn't seem to be involved in the competition, and it is unknown if it was Ottaman's death that hit her hard, or if Raidia's death made her lose interest in participating in the competition.

But none of that matters......

Oreo straightened his collar and sat down looking at the stage.

Fabien Korda is a supporter of the second-ranked contender, with three positions on his own. As if to pay attention to pomp, he had just directed two servants to push a cart full of gold coins.

The gold coins were piled up at his feet, and the yellow, orange and orange things were piled up into a small mountain, and there were at least twenty waiters who counted the gold coins around them, and they were busy counting them without stopping.

Oreo glanced at the pile of gold coins, which he estimated to be at least twenty thousand, and Fabien was really wealthy.

However, compared to the dragon's blood flower that Atifa received six years ago, although 20,000 flowers were many, it was still far from His Excellency Pravel's generosity.

Oreo looked down and smiled.

After more than ten minutes, the waiters finally counted the coins.

The aristocrats, who were talking incessantly, stopped talking, and the entire recital hall seemed to hold their breath.

Under the watchful eye of everyone, the two girls walked onto the stage, they walked straight to the middle of the stage, and then slowly opened the banner in their hands.

- "Aegina Wise, 29,996 flowers." ”

The recital hall was silent for a moment, and then the salute and applause rang out, and the sound was deafening, like a storm hanging in the recital hall, almost toppling the roof entirely.

Oreo clapped symbolically, then looked at the table in the middle, which was still empty.

Even without the support of the aristocracy, Angelil would definitely make it to the fourth round of competition.

But doing so will definitely make her lose the support of all the nobles, and she will definitely not be able to become the Black Queen.

Oreo pursed his lips, several times he tried to stand up, but eventually sat back.

Because Oreo Pravor is now penniless, he can't do as much as he did six years ago for the girl he admires.

He sighed and withdrew his right hand in a huff.

After a few moments, the lights on the stage slowly dimmed

- Angelyl is about to appear.

As the number one contender, her appearance should have been accompanied by countless salutes, but she did not invite even a single nobleman.

This will make the nobles present feel that they are not respected accordingly, and even feel that the group of nobles is despised by the people of the back three streets, so no one is willing to pay even a dime for Angelil.

Seeing a figure looming on the stage, the sound of impolite whispers spread like a virus in the recital hall.

"She's Angelyl? Atifa's sister? ”

"A little girl who doesn't know the height of the sky, she is not qualified to be compared to Atifa."

"How could she not invite someone, no matter how bad...... I'll have to invite him, too. ”

"The people of the back three streets are only worthy of inviting the people of the back three streets, but what's the use of him coming, it's not embarrassing here."

"Alas...... I thought that the Pravor family were all Wen Taowuluo's generation, but I didn't expect that man to be just a paper tiger. ”

Seeing that the doubts were gradually reaching him, Oreo frowned and looked around at the nobles who spoke ill of him.

When the recent incident is over, he'll let these bastards who chew people's tongues behind their backs know the consequences of slandering Oreo Plavor!

The music rang out, but it did not drown out the growing conversation of the nobles.

But the soft music soon became sharp, and the cellists were frantically twitching their right hands, and the noisy but rhythmic music soon suppressed the noise in the room.