Sir Bravit sat in the audience holding a cup of mellow drink, which Sir Bravit and the other nobles called the bitter drink 'brown bean juice'.

Qiao Xiu liked to use 'coffee' to refer to this drink, so Sir Bravit decided to call it coffee.

At present, in Nolan, Qiao Xiu has created one trend after another, and this situation has changed to Falosi, and it is estimated that there will be many young playwrights and opera artists in the whole of Falosi to follow Qiao Xiu's footsteps and write works in the style of "Beauty and the Devil" and "This Demon is Not Too Cold".

Sir White Vitex naturally had to keep up with Qiao Xiu's pace.

But it was not easy to complete the task entrusted by the Chaos Demon, Sir Bravit took a sip of the coffee in his cup, glanced at the stack of contestants in his hand, and truly experienced the meaning of 'physically and mentally exhausted'.

After the amazing performance of the nun named Lea and the dark wood elf Luvita, the performances of the contestants began to deviate more and more.

So much so that Sir Bravit enjoyed several performances that can only be seen in acrobatic troupes in this singing competition!

"That's all for today, so they don't accept any more registrations."

Sir Bravit motioned to the attendant to ask the people outside to stop signing up, and now that the time was getting closer to midnight, even if there was a coffee pick-me-up, Sir Bravite's biological clock would not allow him to stay up late.

The squire accepted the order and immediately walked down, and Sir Bravitex flipped through the form in his hand again.

Before he knew it, he had already reviewed a full two hundred and thirty-two contestants, and today there were only seven contestants left unaudited.

"Sir White Vitex, how many players have been selected today?"

Qiao Xiu's voice suddenly sounded behind Sir White Vitex at this moment.

He turned around to see that Joshua and Ciri were already sitting beside him.

"Twenty-three... Mr. Qiao Xiu. Sir White Vitex couldn't help but sigh when Qiao Xiu asked him this question.

"You gave all the civilians of Nolan a chance to be on stage, but there were no professionally trained civilians performing on stage...... No, that's not a show at all, and many of the 23 contestants were allowed to pass by by letting go of my insistence on art. ”

"The situation... Is it really that bad? Qiao Xiu looked at Sir White Vitex, as if he was more than ten years old.

One can imagine how devastated his ears were throughout the day.

"I don't think the people of Nolan should have any artistic cells, maybe... Joshua you can hold a contest to chant mantras. ”

Ciri whispered in Qiao Xiu's ear, and brought Qiao Xiu a new suggestion by the way.

"Uh... This kind of competition can be run by the gray coats. Qiao Xiu's eyes looked at the contestant who was performing on the stage.

That contestant was the 232nd, and judging by his outward outfit, it looked like... A cook? He dresses professionally as a cook, but his singing voice is completely at the noise level.

Qiao Xiu felt that he dared to run out into the street in the morning to show off his singing voice, and soon a crowd of people would pour out from all directions and beat him down.

"There really isn't... What kind of great civilian player? ”

Qiao Xiu asked Sir Bai Jing next to him with a hint of luck.

"Absolutely." Sir White Vitex flipped through the list of contestants in his hand and handed one of the pages to Qiao Xiu, "At the beginning of the audition, there was a contestant named Leah, and her singing... Mr. Josie, I swear, that's definitely the level that only a master opera artist can achieve! ”

"Leah."

Qiao Xiu looked at the name and remembered some of the news that the dark elves had revealed to her before.

Among them was the nun about Leah.

The Holy Religion sent a nun to participate in a singing contest held by a demon? And the level of this nun is comparable to that of a master operalogist?!

Qiao Xiu found that there were too many plots to make up, but there was a contestant who could really stand on the stage and would not let the audience appear, no matter where he came from, it would be good for Qiao Xiu.

After all, Qiao Xiu held this "The Singer of the World", and what he wanted was to strive for ratings as much as possible in Nolan.

During the conversation, the contestant was eventually eliminated by Vitex.

The two hundred and thirty-third contestants took the stage.

When the contestant stepped onto the stage, Sir Bravitex frowned slightly.

The outfit on his body is so... It was shabby, completely out of the realm of civilians, a bit like the alien inhabitants who lived in Squirrel Street.

But his race is a human ......

"Home?" Sir Bravitex tentatively called out his name, and he nodded slightly, not looking very comfortable with the lights on the stage.

"Please show your singing voice."

Sir Bravitex had no expectations for the contestant.

He stood on the stage and was silent for a moment before finally starting his performance......

As Sir Bravitex had predicted, a man who could barely make ends meet, had little room to practice singing.

His performance doesn't sound like a song at all, but simply sounds like something out of his mouth...... Unpleasant words.

It's just that there is some fixed rhythm between these words.

Sir Bravit tried several times to stop the performance of the contestant number 233, but in the end he held back.

After just a minute and a half, the contestant, named Holm, finally 'finished' his song.

"That's it, next."

After listening to so many amateur performances, this one was the only one that made Sir Bravitex angry, and he motioned for the attendants to take the contestant named Holm off the stage.

The two attendants stepped off the stage at such a fast pace that if it weren't for the fact that there were still people watching from behind the scenes, perhaps they would have chosen to throw the dirty beggar out of the Nolan National Theater.

"Wait a minute."

Qiao Xiu spoke up to stop the two attendants' rough behavior, and then waved his hand to signal the two attendants to step aside.

"You know there aren't many people here who will appreciate you...... Performance. Qiao Xiu stood up and looked at him.

"Big ...... I'm sorry, my lord... What I just did can't be called singing at all. "Holm had long expected this moment, and the singing form of the underground prison would not be accepted by the residents of Nolan at all on the ground.

Not to mention these big names who enjoy the baptism of opera all day long.

"No, I'm one of those people in the room, but I'm curious... Where did you learn this way of acting? ”

Qiao Xiu was a little stunned when he first heard Holm's performance, and even suspected for a moment that he was not in the period of the Magical Revolution, but in the seventies on Earth.

It's the same feeling as if you were watching a Beethoven musical, and it turned out to be an Eminem concert in the end.

However, Qiao Xiu does not mind using the singers of this world to establish a new music genre in this world.