Chapter 313: The Prophet’s Own View (Part 1)

Fallowhi Mansion.

The Prophet was lying on the bed in a state of deep sleep. Considering the reason for her physical growth, she would spend an hour in deep sleep every afternoon.

And every time she sleeps, she always has a repeated dream. In the dream, she is surrounded by gray mist, and a woman she is familiar with will always repeat the sentence with sarcasm, 'When are you going to wait? '

Today is the same...

But the nightmare didn't affect the Prophet. She opened her eyes on the bed, and the moment she opened her eyes, she looked sideways at the clock hanging on the wall next to her.

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

For a full hour of sleep, the Prophet was no more or less than a second, like an accurate clock on the wall.

She sat up on the bed...

The room provided to her by the Faluoxi mansion was very luxurious, so luxurious that it took a lot of effort for the prophet's petite body to climb from the head of the bed to the bed.

The Prophet got off the bed that was too big, and came to the dressing table and casually arranged his long light blonde hair.

Then the Prophet struggled to move a chair to the door of the room. She stood on the chair and took down a raw crystal hanging at the door.

The function of this original spar is an early warning.

Although after coming to Nolan, His Royal Highness the Third Prince has shown the Prophet that Nolan's people's view of demons is finally no longer hatred.

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

Especially in this Faluoxi mansion where three races of elves, humans, and demons live together.

Once any uninvited guy broke into her bedroom, this original spar would sound the alarm immediately.

Just as the Prophet removed the original spar, she heard the sound of music from downstairs.

There is very little art such as music in the Demon Realm. As far as the prophet knows, only the Blood Duke and his group of bored vampires are interested in this stuff.

Therefore, the Prophet's understanding of music only stayed in the creepy tones played by the organ of the blood race.

The Prophet was not interested in music, but the soundproofing of the room in this mansion was not very good, so she had to listen to the music played by the people downstairs.

Without knowing it, maybe the Prophet will go downstairs to protest and try to persuade the other party.

But it is a pity that the Prophet clearly knew the existence of steel playing downstairs... but one of the four dukes who are at the peak of the Demon Realm, Lord Skeleton!

If the Prophet goes down and disturbs Skeleton, the grumpy Lich Lord might turn the Prophet into a Chaos Demon BBQ, which doesn't sound like a tasty dish.

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

Although the rhythm of the music is a bit strange, this does not prevent this exciting music from dispelling the drowsiness in the prophet's mind.

"It's...absurd."

The Prophet listened to the perfect blend of the accompaniment and the singing voice, and the only thought that popped up in his mind was absurdity.

Because it is not the banshee lady who is playing the ensemble with the skeleton, but... an elf!

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

But the current situation is completely different from what the Prophet thought. Not only did the Blackwood elf become friends with the cruel and violent Skeleton Lord in the Demon World, but the relationship was so good that they could argue with each other.

Counting this time this afternoon, the Prophet's values ​​have been severely challenged several times in Nolan, and she has also begun to learn to get used to it.

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

The Prophet was going to wake up his four apprentices one by one, and their biological clocks were not as punctual as the Prophet.

She came to the door of the first apprentice's room and knocked on the door. No one responded, and the prophet stood on tiptoe and twisted the doorknob.

After seeing the scenery in the room clearly... there was no one there.

The Prophet closed the door and looked at the other three rooms in the same way, and finally came to the conclusion that... his students did not spend the precious time in the afternoon on rest.

As for what to do...study?

If they were still in the Demon Realm, the Prophet thought that they might work so hard. Back then, she heard His Highness Joshua once said to her, that is, 'study for the rise of the Demon Realm'.

I think this sentence is quite useful for my four apprentices, but after they came to Nolan, they seemed to have forgotten their responsibilities.

The Prophet walked all the way to the theater at Fallowhi Mansion.

The owner of the mansion was originally an artist who likes stage plays, and the theater inside the mansion is no smaller than the screening hall of the Baijinghua Theater.

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

"There are not many contestants who sing well today."

"Yesterday, there was only Miss Luvita... the nun from the Kingdom of the Holy Church was welcomed."

"So let's just go straight to Miss Luvita's practice! She's singing in Central Gardens right now."

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

The Prophet quietly listened to the discussion of the four apprentices, and turned his attention to the screen projected on the theater screen.

The chant of the world... a competition held by the third demon prince in Nolan.

The content of the contest is... singing, and the Prophet could not comprehend the joy of such a contest.

Instead of sitting there watching a few civilians show off their singing voice, the Prophet would rather go back to the Demon Realm to catch a few mutated water elements and observe their behavior.

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

"Gu... Tutor!"

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

"sit down."

The Prophet responded to them very coldly, and the four apprentices looked at each other and could only sit back in their seats.

She also found a seat and sat on it directly, and looked up at the picture being projected on the screen.

In the picture, a man dressed like a mercenary was shouting while holding a primordial stone engraved with a strong voice.

Hearing the roar echoing throughout the theater, the Prophet frowned slightly...

She really couldn't appreciate this kind of rough music, but what puzzled the Prophet was that the number of votes for this mercenary seemed to be quite high, it had already reached more than 5,000 votes.

Sure enough, Nolan's human aesthetics are broken?

"Mentor! We... will go back to the room right away..." One of the apprentices noticed the 'uncomfortable' expression on the Prophet's face, thinking that the Prophet was angry because of their laziness.

"sit down."

The Prophet repeated what he said just now, and then continued to stare at the performance of the mercenary on the screen, directly asking his inner questions.

"Answer me, where is the fun in this game?"