Chapter 314: The Prophet’s Own View (Part 2)

It has been a long time since the four apprentices have been worshiped by the forerunner. m. The mobile phone saves the most traffic and has no advertisements.

They all have one thing in common, that is, they were born poor and poor, and their childhood experiences can be described as horrible.

Even if one of the apprentices has the blood of the blood lineage in his body, it is considered to be that kind of cursed blood that is not popular.

Therefore, after being adopted by the Prophet, the apprentices gained a decent status in the Demon Realm, and worked harder and harder to learn the knowledge taught by the Prophet.

They have always believed that the Prophet is the wisest person in the Demon Realm, although the appearance and age of this wise man seem to be far from what people think.

Every time the Prophet asked a question, they would straighten their bodies and concentrate on listening.

It's a pity that one or two of the apprentices didn't hear the Prophet's question clearly due to the limitation of the venue.

On the screen, the singing of the mercenary who participated in the world was really "involved", but in the eyes of many outsiders, the mercenary didn't seem to be singing at all, but was screaming indiscriminately. Strictly speaking, it can be classified as noise.

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

The only apprentice who heard the prophet's question happened to be sitting next to the prophet. He was a hybrid of succubi and horned devil, and his hearing and physique were far superior to other apprentices.

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

"Because... the songs sung by humans are very nice?"

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

"Do you really find this roaring funny?"

If the Prophet hadn't considered listening to her apprentice's answer, she might have used magic to shield her hearing first.

The noise was just horrible.

"..." The apprentice was silent, but the other apprentice sitting beside him nodded after hesitating for a moment.

"That... Teacher, you once taught us to speak out our true thoughts, so Teacher, I think this human's singing is... quite nice."

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

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

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

And he got close to 5,000 votes in the end. Although this is not as good as the miracle created by the nun and Luvita yesterday, it is already considered an extremely high number of votes.

The mercenary seemed dissatisfied with his votes at all. After all, no matter who participated in this competition, they came for the final champion.

It's a pity that the number of votes of the nun from the Kingdom of the Holy Order and the black wood elf girl yesterday is a myth that cannot be surpassed.

But this mercenary still has another chance. Today's competition was just a preliminaries. He walked off the stage unwillingly, and the next one to walk onto the stage was a big boy in very shabby clothes.

"He... 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 had experienced a lot of hardships in the lower levels of the demon world could tell at a glance that the boy on the stage had the same temperament as themselves.

Sure enough, in the following introduction, this big boy named Home, he told the judges about his life experience. He was born in the lower floors of Squirrel Street in Nolan, and worked as an ordinary waiter in a shabby tavern.

Regardless of which encounter, all the contestants so far belong to the 'miserable' level.

"Speaking these words will not arouse anyone's sympathy." The prophet was not moved by the sad statement of the big boy at all, "He is an adult, and he is still a man. If he wants to win sympathy, let a little girl go up to the effect better."

Speaking of which, the Prophet glanced at an apprentice sitting on the other side. She was a vampire, but her blood was considered filthy by her fellow vampires.

When the Prophet first met this blood girl who was carrying filthy blood, she won the Prophet's sympathy by relying on her identity as a little girl.

"Master... Teacher, I probably understand why so many people... like this competition with this title."

Swept by the vision of the prophet, the blood girl was like a student who crossed eyes with the teacher in class, and instinctively spoke out the answer in her heart.

"What is it?" the Prophet asked directly.

"Human audiences want to see...those civilian contestants get better rankings through this competition, have...surprising performances, and also...just want to see those civilians challenge...authority."

She mustered up her courage to say the last thought that sounded a bit offensive.

"Go on."

The Prophet was not irritated, she really liked the way her students were racking their brains to think like this, or rather... the way they were pushed.

"When I'm watching this show, what I like most is... the way the judges are surprised by the performance of a certain contestant."

The student expressed his thoughts smoothly.

"Like the Flower of Fallowhi, and the judge named Sir Whitebud, because I didn't expect one of the contestants to sing so well, when the expression of 'I can't believe it' appeared on my face, I Will be... very happy, don't know why."

"I think your answer is right, Lysa."

Prophet rested his chin with one hand and stared at the picture on the screen. When she watched it just now, she remembered that the picture had been given close-up shots to the judges several times.

Challenges to authority are exciting things for any intelligent creature, and this time the program gave them the possibility.

When an actor or opera singer who used to be a high-ranking actor is surprised by the singing of an ordinary civilian, the audience who are also civilians will naturally be very happy.

But unfortunately, the contestant named Holm... had no way of surprising the judges.

His singing was really terrible. Even if the Prophet didn't know anything about music, she only knew that the singing of this little mouse from the lower floors of Squirrel Street couldn't be called a song at all.

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

Boo... When the little mouse from Squirrel Street started singing for less than a minute, the booing resounded through the entire auditorium.

Things start to get a little out of hand, which leads to Home not even finishing his 'music' at all.

The poor little mouse stood under the spotlight, staring blankly at the audience who kept booing him.

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

Sitting here, the prophet can see the sweat overflowing from his forehead. If this goes on, this little mouse may die of rapid heartbeat due to nervousness.

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

In the end, under the appeasement of Jia Luoli, the most popular flower of Faluoxi among the judges, the audience barely calmed down, and then Jia Luoli smiled and said to the contestant named Home, "Your performance is very... Excellent, do you want to continue? '

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

Surprisingly, he got 3,721 votes in the end! This is far higher than many contestants who sing the poems of bards and ordinary operas.

In the end, the Prophet could only understand that the contestant's singing was not up to par, and someone would vote for him as a prank if it attracted the attention of the audience.

"It's... still promoted?!"

One apprentice said inconceivably.

"Advanced?"

"Hmm... The mentor is that the sixteen contestants with the most votes can enter the semi-finals. If I remember correctly, they will be ranked thirteenth with a total of 3,000 votes. If there is no accident." An apprentice whispered.

"Three thousand votes can be ranked thirteenth?"

The Prophet vaguely remembered that the audience of Nolan's Voice should be around 70,000 to 100,000 people, not counting the users of the caster forum, but with only 3,000 votes, he could rank thirteenth...

"About this, mentor... I think it should be because there are two players who are really good."