It has been a long time since the four apprentices had been under the Prophet's Order.

They all have one thing in common, that is, they were born poor and poor, and what happened in their early childhood can be described as miserable.

Even if one of the apprentices had the blood of the Blood Clan in his body, it was considered to be the kind of cursed blood that did not flow into it.

Therefore, after being adopted by the prophet, the apprentices had a decent identity in the demon world, and they studied the knowledge taught by the prophet more and more diligently.

They had always believed that the Prophet was the wisest man in the Demon Realm, even though the Prophet seemed to be a far cry from what people thought he would be.

Every time the prophet asked a question, they straightened their bodies and listened attentively.

Unfortunately, this time, due to space constraints, one or two of the apprentices did not hear the Prophet's questions clearly.

The mercenary who participated in the "World Chantor" competition on the screen sang too 'devoted', but in the eyes of many outsiders, this mercenary didn't look like he was singing at all, but roaring indiscriminately, which can be classified as noise in the strict sense.

If he were on the street, the Prophet believed that someone would not hesitate to raise the stick to shut up the guy.

The only apprentice who heard the Prophet's question happened to sit next to him, a hybrid of a succubus and a horned demon, far superior in hearing and physique to the other apprentices.

But in front of this mentor, he has always behaved submissively.

"Because... Humans sing beautiful songs? ”

The hybrid of the succubus and the horned demon said tentatively.

"Do you really think this kind of roar sounds good?"

If the Prophet hadn't considered listening to her apprentice's answers, she might have taken the first step in shielding her hearing with magic.

The noise is horrible.

"......" The apprentice was silent, but the other apprentice sitting next to him hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"That's... Mentor, you taught us to speak our true thoughts, so Mentor, I think this human singer is still... It's pretty good. ”

"You have a quarter of a bat-demon hybrid in your body, and your hearing is different from that of a normal demonic human."

The Prophet reminded the apprentice, who seemed to want to refute, but by this time the mercenary had finished singing.

To the prophet's surprise, in the following comments, there was actually a judge who was quite interested in the mercenary's singing.

And his final vote was close to 5,000 votes, which was not as good as the miracle that the nun and Luvita had created yesterday, but it was already a very high number of votes.

The mercenary didn't look satisfied with his vote at all, after all, whoever participated in this tournament was here for the final championship.

It's a pity that the votes of the nun from the Holy Sect and the Black Wood Elf Maiden yesterday are completely myths that cannot be crossed.

But this mercenary still has one chance, today's game is just a preliminaries, he walked off the stage a little unwillingly, and the next one to walk on the stage was a big boy who was dressed very shabby.

"He... It seems to be the same as us before. ”

When he saw the big boy standing on the stage on the screen, one of the Prophet's apprentices couldn't help but say.

This group of 'half-breeds' who have experienced a lot of hardships in the lower levels of the Demon Realm can see at a glance that the boy on the stage has the same temperament as himself.

Sure enough, in the following introduction, the big boy named Home, who told the judges about his background, was born in the lower reaches of Squirrel Street in Nolan, and worked as an ordinary squire in a shabby tavern.

Whatever happened to all the contestants so far, it was on the 'miserable' level.

"Saying these things will not arouse sympathy from anyone." The Prophet was unmoved by the elder boy's grief: "He is an adult, and he is a man, and if you want to win sympathy, it would be better to let a little girl go up." ”

Speaking of this, the Prophet glanced at an apprentice sitting on the other side, who was a Blood, but her kindred considered her blood to be defiled.

When the Prophet first met the Blood-Bound Maiden with Filthy Blood, she won the Prophet's sympathy through her status as a little girl.

"Guide... Division, I probably understand why there are so many people... I love this contest called "The Singers of the World". ”

Swept by the prophet's gaze, the Blood Maiden instinctively spoke her inner answer like a student in a classroom that met the teacher's eyes.

"What is it?" The Prophet asked directly.

"The human audience wants to see... Those civilian contestants got a better place in this competition, and they had... Surprising performance, and... I just want to see those civilians challenge... Authority. ”

She mustered up her courage to say the last sentence of the thought that sounded offensive.

"Go on."

The Prophet was not provoked, and she liked the way her students racked their minds, or rather...... I was forced to look anxious.

"When I watch this show, my favorite thing is... The judges looked surprised by the performance of one of the contestants. ”

The student spoke his mind smoothly.

"Like that Phalosi flower, and the judge named Sir White Vitex, because I didn't expect one of the contestants to sing so well, when there was that 'can't believe' expression on my face, I would... Happy, don't know why. ”

"I think your answer is right, Lyza."

The Prophet rested one hand on her chin and stared at the screen, which she remembered several times as she had given close-ups of the judges.

Challenging authority is something to be excited about for any intelligent being, and this show gives them the possibility.

When an actor or opera singer who was once a high-ranking actor was surprised by the singing of an ordinary civilian, the audience, who was also a commoner, was naturally very happy.

But it's a pity that this contestant, named Holm... There was no way to surprise the judges.

His singing was so bad that even if the Prophet knew nothing about music, she only knew that the little mouse from the lower floors of Squirrel Street could not call it a song at all.

The four apprentices of not only the Prophet could not understand this form of performance, and the most immediate reaction was in the audience on the screen.

Boo... Less than a minute after the little mouse on Squirrel Street began singing, boos rang out throughout the audience.

The scene started to get a little out of hand, which led to Holm not even finishing his 'singing' at all.

The poor little mouse stood in the spotlight, staring at the spectators who kept booing him.

He could have ignored the boos to finish his performance, but his hand holding the 'microphone' was shaking, and his lips were a little purple.

The Prophet could see the sweat on his forehead as he sat here, and the little mouse could die of a rapid heartbeat from nervousness.

In the face of overwhelming boos and shouts of 'step down', he no longer had the courage to complete his performance.

In the end, the audience was reluctantly calmed down by the most popular among the judges, Caroli, who was the flower of Fallosi, and then Caroli smiled and said to the contestant named Home, 'Your performance is very ...... Excellent, do you need to continue? ’

Without saying a word, he bowed deeply to the stage and walked straight down.

Surprisingly, he finally received 3,721 votes! That's much higher than many contestants who sang bard poems and ordinary operas.

And the prophet can only understand that this contestant's singing is out of level, and it has attracted the attention of the audience, so that someone will prank and vote for him.

"Actually... And made the cut?! ”

An apprentice said incredulously.

"Promotion?"

"Hmm... The mentor is the sixteen players with the most votes at the moment can enter the semi-finals, and if I remember correctly, the full 3,000 votes can at least rank thirteenth, if nothing else. One of the apprentices whispered.

"Can you get thirteenth with 3,000 votes?"

The Prophet vaguely remembered that the audience of the Voice of Nolan should have about 70,000 to 100,000 people, not counting the users of the spellcaster forum, but it only had 3,000 votes to have a good score of thirteenth......

"About this, Mentor... I think it's because there are two players who are really good. ”