"Actually, this interview can be recorded. Of course, I don't mind if you guys want to watch it live."
In the rain, Josiah held a paper umbrella that didn't seem to match this world as he approached the people surrounding the crystal ball.
"Mentor Josiah," Herland greeted Josiah respectfully after seeing Josiah.
Josiah was indeed a mentor in Roursk Higher Magic Academy, and he was even personally invited by the dean of the academy.
"Sister, it sounds weird for you to call her mentor. But aren't you guys going to find a place to hide from the rain?"
Hiri blocked the falling raindrops with her hand and squeezed under Josiah's umbrella. As the umbrella was too small, Josiah had no choice but to tilt it towards the spellcaster lady.
"This …"
Herland silently watched as his younger sister squeezed beside Josh, and he seemed to have understood something incredible. However, he still hid his doubts in his heart, and pointed to the entrance of the arena.
"We can go to the corridor to hide from the rain."
Herland and Sansa ran towards the interior of the arena. Josiah deliberately slowed down to match the Prophet's pace.
"Your mana is a little different from mine," Josiah said as he looked at the young girl beside him.
The Prophet used her mana to release a transparent barrier around her body. All the rainwater was absorbed by the barrier. Even though the little girl stood under the curtain of rain, her body didn't have any traces of being wet.
"My race is the same as yours, Your Highness. But … there are some small differences," the Prophet replied.
"Small differences?"
Josiah had never done any research on his race's bloodline. Apart from the fact that the Chaos Demons' anti-magic ability was an IMBA skill against Mages, Josiah didn't feel that he had much of an advantage in other aspects.
"The royal family of the Chaos Demons is known as the 'Watchers', while our race has the title of 'Observer' in the ancient records. I don't know the meaning of these titles for the time being." The prophet hesitated for a moment before revealing the truth to Josiah again.
"In order to extend my life, I have transferred my soul several times, but some of my memories were lost in the process. The memories stored in this body are also pitifully few." The prophet pointed to his little head and said, "But I have frozen those bodies that are about to die. If you need to understand this memory, there is a diary about this in my personal library."
"Uh … there's no need. Actually, I'm not that interested in the dark history of the Demon Race. I just want to understand the current situation of the Demon World."
Josiah stood at the entrance of the arena and did not enter. Due to the heavy rain, it was crowded with students. Josiah was going to find a quieter place, but the prophet's voice sounded directly in Josiah's ear in the next second.
"The Demon World is currently under the supervision of Her Highness Cecily. On the surface, the situation is very stable, but due to the problem of famine, this stability won't last long. Her Highness Cecily has been looking forward to Your Highness Josiah to solve this problem."
Since Josiah asked, the prophet formally mentioned it. Her visit to Noland this time, in addition to learning the most advanced magic knowledge of humans and then bringing it back to the Demon World.
She also wanted to find a solution to the famine in the human world.
"In terms of food … I have already sent people to buy it. The first batch of food should be sent to the Demon World through the dwarven city under Noland tonight."
The prophet seemed to have used unknown magic to establish a special link communication with Josiah, which was somewhat similar to the text messaging function of the magic network.
"I will pass it on to Her Highness Cecily."
After this period of observation, the prophet had basically estimated Josiah's power in Noland.
This Demon Prince Royal Highness in Noland, a large city established by human spellcasters, had no less power than a great noble. He was even second only to the 7 sages of Noland.
The relationships that Josiah established with the magic network were really terrifying.
Whether it was the dwarves living under Noland or the humans living on the ground, Josiah almost had one or two friends that he knew.
"However, the important task of lighting up the Demon World's technology tree is still on you." Josiah glanced at the 4 apprentices behind the prophet.
Josiah remembered that his sister, Cecily, once said, "The Demon World is not Josiah's burden, but Josiah's last shelter."
Through the means of cultural invasion, Josiah had already achieved achievements that could only be described as terrifying in Noland.
When the operation of the Voice of Noland TV station matured, Josiah had to push the Demon World behind his back while expanding to the outside world.
"The magic knowledge that this academy has is not the limit of humans. You have to achieve a certain level of results and go to the Philosopher's Tower to study … including the knowledge of magic machinery technology."
"Your Highness Josiah, I want to try your course." The prophet suddenly spoke at this moment. This sentence was directly transmitted into Josiah's ears through the voice.
"My course may be slightly difficult for you to understand, but the classroom has never been full."
Josiah did not think that there was anything wrong with the prophet skipping the knowledge of the industrial age and entering the information age.
Although the prophet had the appearance of a little girl, the soul living in her body was many times older than Josiah.
… …
The National Theater of Noland.
After the owner of the theater became the Knight Of The White Thorn, the Knight Of The White Thorn quickly put the theater into use under Josiah's command.
The first mission of the National Theater of Noland after its' rebirth 'was to serve as the venue for the audition of Singers of the World.
The National Theater of Noland, which had been silent for almost a month, finally regained its former glory today. Citizens from all over Noland had gathered here to participate in the Singers of the World.
Among them were two nuns and a knight from the Kingdom of the Holy.
"Lady Lia … I … really don't need to participate."
Messiah was now very uncomfortable. She was not wearing the knight's armor of the Holy Army, but a long white dress that Heroria, the Saintess, had carefully chosen for her.
Since birth, Messiah, who rarely wore anything other than a nun's uniform and a knight's armor, simply could not accept such feminine clothing.
The knight had been covering the hem of her dress with both hands, and even if the white dress was above her knees, it still did not give her any sense of security.
"Messiah, if you don't participate, it would be a waste of some of your qualities."
Herolia circled around the female knight and her exclamation didn't stop until now.
Messiah's body could be described as superb, but it was a pity that Messiah usually hid her charming body under the cold armor. It was only today that Heroria discovered the knight's charm as a woman.
"My duty is to protect your safety." Messiah was still resisting the idea of appearing in front of the public.
"And this is my order. Alright … It's our turn to enter. I hope you won't be defeated in the first round, Knight Messiah."
Heroria gave Messiah a thought-provoking smile and walked straight into the National Theater of Noland.
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