The four apprentices have been in the name of Xianying for a long time.m. The mobile phone is the most traffic-saving site and has no ads.

They all have one thing in common, that is, their birth is poor and poor, and their childhood experiences can be described as terrible.

Even if one of the apprentices had blood from the blood clan in their body, it was considered to be the kind of curse blood that was influential.

Therefore, after being adopted by the prophet, the apprentices had a decent identity in the demon world and began to learn the knowledge taught by the prophets more and more hard.

They always believed that the prophet was the wisest man in the demon world, although the appearance and age of this wise man seemed to be far from what people think of him.

Every time the prophet asks a question, they will straighten their bodies and concentrate on listening.

Unfortunately, due to venue restrictions this time, one or two of the apprentices did not hear the Prophet's question clearly.

The mercenary who participated in the world on the screen was so 'invested'. But in the eyes of many outsiders, this mercenary didn't seem to be singing at all, but was roaring randomly. Strictly speaking, it could be included in the noise category.

If it were on the street, the Prophet believed that someone would raise the stick without hesitation to shut up this guy.

The only apprentice who heard the Prophet asks happened to sit next to the Prophet. He is a mixed race between succubus and horned demon, and his hearing and physique are far superior to other apprentices.

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

“Because…the songs sung by humans are very good?”

The mixed race between succubus and horned demon said tentatively.

"You really find this kind of roaring interesting?"

If the prophet was not considering listening to her apprentice's answer, she might have blocked her hearing with magic.

This noise is really terrible.

"..." The apprentice was silent, but the other apprentice sat next to him hesitated for a moment but nodded.

"That... mentor, you taught us to express our true thoughts in our hearts, so mentor, I think this human singing is still... quite nice."

"You have a quarter of the bat demon mixed blood in your body, and your hearing is different from that of ordinary demonic humans."

The prophet reminded the apprentice, but the apprentice seemed to want to refute, but the mercenary had finished singing at this time.

What surprised the Prophet was that in the following comments, there was actually a judge who was very interested in the mercenary's singing.

His final votes were nearly 5,000, although this was not as high as the miracle created by the nun and Luvita yesterday, but it was already an extremely high number of votes.

The mercenary seemed to be dissatisfied with his votes. After all, no matter who participated in this game, he was aimed at the final championship.

Unfortunately, the votes of the nun from the Holy Church Kingdom and the Black Wood Elf Girl yesterday are completely unparalleled.

But the mercenary had another chance. Today's competition was just a preliminary. He walked off the stage with some reluctance. The next one to go on stage was a big boy dressed in a very shabby dress.

"He... seems to be like us before."

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

These "mixed-blooded men" who have experienced a lot of hardships in the low-level demon world can see at a glance that the boy on the stage has the same temperament as him.

Sure enough, in the following introduction, this big boy named Home told the judges about his background, born on the lower floor of Squirrel Street in Nolan, and worked as an ordinary servant in a shabby tavern.

No matter which encounter is in the 'tragic' level among all contestants so far.

"Saying these words will not arouse sympathy from anyone." The Prophet said unmoved at all in the face of the tragic story of the big boy. "He is already an adult, and he is a man. If he wants to gain sympathy, it will be better for a little girl to go up."

Speaking of this, the Prophet glanced at an apprentice sitting on the other side. She was a blood clan, but her fellow tribe thought her blood was filthy.

When the prophet first met this blood girl with filthy blood, she relied on her identity as a little girl to gain the prophet's sympathy.

"Master, I probably understand why so many people... like this one called this competition."

Scanned by the prophet's sight, the blood girl instinctively told her inner answer like a student who was stalking with the teacher's eyes in class.

"What is it?" the prophet asked directly.

"The human audience wants to see... the civilian contestants get better rankings through this competition, which has... surprising performance, and... they want to see those civilians challenge... authority."

She mustered up her courage to speak out the last thought that sounded offensive.

"Continue talking."

The prophet was not angry. She liked her students like how they racked their heads and thought, or... they were forced to do so.

"When I was watching this show, my favorite thing was... the judges were surprised by the performance of a contestant."

The student successfully expressed his thoughts.

"Like the Flower of Fallosi and the judge named Sir Bai Jinghua, I didn't expect that one of the contestants would be so good at singing. When the expression of "unbelievable" on my face, I would... be very happy, I don't know why."

"I think your answer is correct, Lesa."

The prophet pillowed his chin with one hand and stared at the picture on the screen. When she was watching it just now, she remembered that the picture had given the judges close-up shots several times.

Challenging authority is exciting for any intelligent creature, and this time the show gives them the possibility.

When an actor and opera artist who was once arrogant was surprised by the singing of an ordinary civilian, the audience who was also civilian would naturally be very happy.

But unfortunately, this contestant named Home...has no way to surprise the judges.

His singing was really bad. Even if the Prophet knew nothing about music, she only knew that the singing of this little mouse from the low-rise Squirrel Street could not be called a song at all.

Not only the four apprentices of the Prophet could not understand this form of performance at all, but the most direct reaction was to be in the audience on the screen.

Boo... When the little mouse on Squirrel Street began singing less than a minute, the boo sounded throughout the audience.

The scene started to get out of control, which caused Holme to not even complete his ‘music’ at all.

The poor little mouse stood in the spotlight and stared at the audience who kept booing at him.

He could have ignored the booing to complete his performance, but his hand holding the 'microphone' was trembling and his lips were a little dark and purple.

The prophet could see the sweat overflowing from his forehead while sitting here. If this continues, the little mouse may have a heartbeat quickly and die due to nervousness.

Faced with overwhelming booing and shouting of "stepping down", he no longer had the courage to complete his performance.

Finally, the audience reluctantly calmed down with the most popular Fallosi flower, Jia Loli, and then Jia Loli smiled and said to the contestant named Home, 'Your performance is... excellent, do you need to continue?'

He bowed deeply to the stage without saying a word and walked straight down.

Surprisingly, his final votes reached 3,721! This is much higher than many contestants who sang the poems of bards and ordinary operas.

Finally, the Prophet could only understand that the contestant's singing was not good enough and attracted the attention of the audience, so someone would have a prank to vote for him.

"I actually... I've advanced?!"

An apprentice said incrediblely.

“Promote?”

"Well... the mentor is the sixteen players with the most votes currently, and I remember correctly that they can reach the quasi-finals at least 3,000 votes, at least 13, if nothing unexpected happens," an apprentice said in a low voice.

"Can you get thirteenth in three thousand votes?"

The Prophet vaguely remembers that the audience of Nolan's Voice should have about 70,000 to 100,000, but it is not considered a user of the Spellcaster Forum, but it can be ranked 13th with just 3,000 votes...
Chapter completed!