Sir Bravit sat in the audience of the theatre, and he sat in the audience as a judge.

On the stage, one after another 'singers' from all over Nolan walked on the stage and off the stage.

At present, Sir Bravit has vetted twenty-three contestants who have come to participate in the World Chant Competition, and twenty-one of these twenty-three have performed so badly that they make Sir Bravit sigh.

He had lowered his standards to a very low level, as Qiao Xiu had commanded, and it was enough for any contestant to reach the level of the bards that could be found everywhere on the streets.

It's a pity that Sir Bravit has not found a contestant who can perform any ballad or poem in its entirety, or sing like a song.

Most of them either have incomplete pentatonic sounds, or suddenly forget the words in the middle of singing, and the worst thing is that they don't say a word after going on stage.

The only two contestants who passed the test were those with experience as bards, but the songs they sang were still of a very poor standard in the eyes of Sir Bradhorn.

Music in this world is not as cheap as it is on Earth, and civilians have few opportunities to enjoy music other than to listen to the minstrels.

This time, the world's chantors were able to recruit so many people.

Sir Whitethorn thinks that the Flower of Fallosi and Belle are too charming.

There are many people who don't know anything about music who have mixed in with the auditions, hoping to take this opportunity to meet the flower of Fallosi or Belle.

However, their hopes were ultimately disappointed, and the only judge for the audition was 'Stanfield', and even Sir White Vitex decided to hand over the audition to his cronies the day after tomorrow.

"Sure enough, Mr. Qiao Xiu's expectations are too high?"

Sir Bravit looked at the contestant registration form with red crosses painted on it.

From Sir White Vitex's point of view, it is a luxury for Qiao Xiu to hope that he can find a few singers with 'amazing' singing voices among the commoners or nobles of Nolan.

Even if it was an extravagant hope, Sir White Vitex still did not give up, he put down the record board in his hand and made a gesture to the attendants on the field.

"Next."

After eliminating the twenty-fourth player, Sir Bravit asked the attendants to invite the twenty-fifth player into the field.

The twenty-fifth player caught the attention of Sir Bravitex as soon as he got on the field because... His figure was too burly, nearly two meters tall, and he was dressed in leather armor and horn helmets.

No matter how you look at it, this costume should not stand on the stage as an operaist, but should appear in some battle to hunt for a monster.

Sir Bravit calmed himself down and made a gesture that he could start.

Before starting, Sir Whitethorn expected the mercenary to unexpectedly conquer everyone with his singing voice, but unfortunately Sir Whitethorn's expectations were disappointed in the end.

This mercenary's singing voice is as rough as his appearance is unacceptable, rough is just a better description, a more apt description is... It's just yelling.

If the evaluation given by the top 20 players Sir White Vitex is unqualified, this one... Sir White Vitex immediately waved his hand and ordered the squire to stop his performance.

"Stop! That's enough for this! ”

The attendant covered his ears and walked up to the stage and shouted at the mercenary.

"Stop?"

The squire's tone sounded a little unkind, and the rash interruption of the mercenary's performance instantly made the mercenary's anger rise to an uncontrollable level.

He took a step towards his squire, his burly figure full of oppression, as if he was ready to use the mercenary's usual method of solving problems, which was violence.

Sir Bravite, seeing that the situation on the stage was beginning to turn out of control, stood up and prepared to call for the casters who were maintaining order to intervene.

Sure enough, it's still too difficult to get these rude people on stage!

Two of Sir Thornflower's order-keeping spellcasters stepped onto the stage to 'convince' the mercenary to calm down, but his emotions grew more and more agitated.

The casters underestimated the mercenary's power, and one of them was pulled back, while the other contestants who were watching behind the scenes also became a little flustered when they saw this scene.

The scene began to spiral out of control, and Sir Bravitex was about to give the two casters permission to use offensive magic when a young girl in a pure white dress suddenly stepped out of the crowd.

The girl walked straight to the mercenary......

"Get out of the way!" The mercenary was about to rudely push the two casters away as he did with them.

But in the next second, the other party also stretched out his slender arm to hold the mercenary's wrist, and the moment the mercenary's wrist was held by the other party, he tried to break free but failed, and the opponent's strength was amazing.

"Calm down." The girl said in a serious tone.

No matter how ladylike the other party's outfit was, her out-of-body temperament shocked the mercenary.

The mercenary slowly withdrew his hand and calmed down, he moved his wrist, and there was still a faint pain in the place where the other party was holding.

Seeing that the mercenary had calmed down, the other two casters were about to cast a spell to render him unconscious, but were stopped by Sir Whitevitex.

"I was too reckless in my judgment just now, so I interrupted your performance." Sir Bravettle motioned for the two casters to stand down again.

The purpose of this game is to give any civilian Nolan a stage to show off his singing voice, and Sir Thorn is indeed entitled to think that the other party is not able to appear on the official stage, but he is not qualified to interrupt his performance.

Realizing this, Sir Bravit apologized to the mercenary, and the mercenary accepted Sir Bravite's apology on the face of the girl who was nearly 1.8 meters tall and looked very embarrassed.

The show soon began again, and Sir Bravitex listened to the mercenary's 'soulful singing', and began to regret that he had agreed to give him another chance to perform.

But gradually, when Sir White Vitex got used to this kind of rough singing, he inexplicably had a ...... Listen carefully and it's quite a sensory illusion?!

"Congratulations, passed."

Sir White Vitex recognized the mercenary's performance and gave him the right to participate in the next round.

After the mercenary passed, he nodded and walked off the stage with satisfaction, and the next person to take the stage was the girl who stopped the mercenary's brutal behavior.

The second lady walked to the stage, and the knight was no longer at all the majestic appearance she had when she stopped the mercenary, and she was very overwhelmed by her hand covering the hem of her skirt in front of everyone.

The knightess was hesitant, she hadn't tried singing in more than a decade, but a text message popped up in front of her eyes made her up her mind.

'Knight of the Messiah, advance to the next round, this is the order. ’

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