Falosi Mansion.

The Prophet was lying in a deep sleep in her bed, and she would spend an hour each afternoon in a deep sleep, taking into account the reasons for her body's growth.

And every time she went to sleep, she would have a repetitive dream, in which she was surrounded by gray mist, and a woman who knew her so well would always repeat sarcastically, 'When are you going to wait?' ’

It's the same today......

But the nightmare did not bother the Prophet, and she opened her eyes on the bed, and when she opened them, she looked sideways at the clock hanging on the wall next to her.

The clock showed the time at four o'clock in the afternoon, and the second hand had just crossed the number twelve on the clock.

A full hour of sleep, the Prophet no more than a second and no second less, like a precise clock on the wall.

She sat up from the bed...

The room provided to her by the Fallosi Mansion was so luxurious that it took a lot of effort to climb from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed with the Prophet's petite body.

The Prophet stepped out of the oversized bed, went to the dresser, and haphazardly straightened his long, pale blonde hair.

The Prophet then struggled to carry a chair to the door of the room, and she stood on the chair to remove one of the original hedrons that hung in the doorway.

The role of this protozolite is to be an early warning.

Despite his arrival in Nolan, His Royal Highness the Third Prince had shown the Prophet that the people of Nolan had finally ceased to be hatred of demons.

But living in a human city, the prophet did not let down his vigilance.

Especially in this Falosi Mansion where the three races of elves, humans, and demons live together.

As soon as any uninvited creature breaks into her bedroom, the primordial hedron will be the first to go off the alarm.

No sooner had the Prophet removed the primordial than she heard music coming from downstairs.

There are very few such arts as music in the Demon Realm, and as far as the Prophet knows, only the Blood Grand Duke and his bored Bloodclan would be interested in it.

Therefore, the prophet's knowledge of music is limited to the eerie tones played by the organs of the Bloods.

The Prophet was not interested in music, but the rooms in the mansion were not well insulated, and she had to listen to the music played by the people downstairs.

Without knowing it, perhaps the prophet would go downstairs to protest and find a way to convince the other side.

Unfortunately, the prophet was well aware of the presence of the piano playing downstairs... But one of the four dukes at the peak of the Demon Realm, the Skeleton Duke!

If the Prophet had gone down and disturbed the Skeleton's playing, the grumpy Lich Lord might have made the Prophet a Chaos Demon Roast, which didn't sound like a delicious dish.

The soothing sound of the piano suddenly became rapid in an instant, the Prophet had never heard such a strange rhythm of music, but the next second the voice of a maiden came to the Prophet's ears with the accompaniment.

The rhythm of the music was a little strange, but that didn't stop the uplifting music from dispelling the sleepiness in the prophet's mind.

"It's... Ridiculous. ”

The Prophet listened to the accompaniment and singing voices blending perfectly, and the only thought that came to his mind was absurdity.

Because it's not the Banshee Lady who is playing with the Skeleton Princess, but... An elf!

The elves, who have always admired life and nature, have an extreme aversion to undead creatures.

But the current situation was completely different from what the Prophet had thought, and the Darkwood Elf had not only become friends with the Demon Realm's notoriously cruel and irascible skeleton, but also had a relationship good enough to argue with each other.

Counting this afternoon, the Prophet's values had been seriously challenged by Nolan several times, and she had begun to learn to get used to it.

While listening to the music, he pushed open the door of his room without changing his face.

The Prophet was going to wake up his four apprentices in turn, and their biological clocks were not as punctual as those of the Prophet.

She came to the door of the first apprentice's chamber and knocked on the door, but when no one answered, the Prophet stood on tiptoe and twisted the doorknob directly.

After seeing the view in the room... There was no one at all.

The Prophet closed the door and looked at the other three rooms in the same way, and came to the conclusion that it was...... Their students did not spend their precious afternoons resting.

As for what to do... Learn?

If they were still in the Demon Realm, the Prophet thought that they might be so hardworking, and she had heard His Royal Highness Qiao Xiu say something to her, that is, 'Study for the Rise of the Demon Realm'.

I think this sentence is quite useful for his four apprentices, but after arriving in Nolan, they seem to have forgotten their duties.

The Prophet walked all the way to the theater of the Falotsi Mansion.

The owner of the mansion was originally an artist who liked stage plays, and the theater inside the mansion was no smaller than the screening hall of the White Thorn Flower Theater.

When the Prophet opened the door of the theater, he saw four of his apprentices sitting in the front row arguing about something.

"There aren't many contestants who sing well today."

"Yesterday it was only Miss Luvita and... The nun from the land of the Holy Religion was welcomed. ”

"So let's just go listen to Miss Luvita's practice! She is now singing in the Garden of the Centre. ”

"But... Miss Luvita's accompanist is the Archduke of Bones......"

The Prophet listened quietly to the discussions of the four apprentices, and looked at the image that was being projected on the theater screen.

Chant of the World...... The Demon Three Princes held a ceremony in Nolan... Contest.

The content of the contest is... Singing, the prophet could not understand that the joy of such a game was there.

Rather than sit there and watch a few civilians show off their singing voices, the Prophet would rather go back to the Demon Realm to catch a few mutant water elementals and observe their movements.

When she woke up today, almost everyone was talking about the game.

"Guide... Mentor! ”

The four apprentices noticed their mentor suddenly appearing behind them, which made them stand up in fright.

"Sit down."

The Prophet replied coldly, and the four apprentices looked at each other before sitting back in their seats.

She also found a seat and sat up directly, looking up at the picture that was being shown on the screen.

In the picture, a man dressed like a mercenary is yelling with a protocrystall crystal inscribed with a strong voice.

The Prophet frowned slightly as he listened to the roar that echoed throughout the theater...

She really couldn't appreciate the rough music, but what puzzled the prophet was that the mercenary's votes seemed to be quite high, reaching more than five thousand.

Sure enough, Nolan's human aesthetics are all broken?

"Mentor! We... Go back to the room at once......" One of the apprentices noticed the 'unhappy' look on the Prophet's face, thinking that the Prophet was angry at their laziness.

"Sit down."

The Prophet repeated what he had just said, and then continued to stare at the mercenary's performance on the screen, asking directly the question in his heart.

"Answer me, where is the fun of this competition?"