Chapter 289
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Bishop Darko tidied up his clothes and walked into the Noland Theater.
Beside him was a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression. Bishop Darko called him 'Vulture'. It wasn't a glamorous name, but no one could deny the middle-aged man's strength.
But no one could deny the middle-aged man's strength. As the commander of the Fourth Army, he was an expert among experts in dealing with demonic attacks.
A bishop and a Legion Commander. This combination was enough to fight against a Sinful Demon.
And today, Bishop Darko came to the Noland Theater because he was prepared to fight against the demons.
Not only the terrifying sinful demons, but also the chaos demons that ruled the Demon Realm on the battlefield.
"I don't sense any demonic presence around." Vulture lowered his voice and reported to Bishop Darko.
"These humans were all invited by that chaos demon … That chaos demon must be plotting something."
Bishop Darko held the flyer of the World Singers in his hand.
From the description, the World Singers was just a simple singing competition, similar to how the nuns in the Holy City entered the choir.
The host would gather the singers together, and whoever's voice was beautiful enough would be able to enter the church's choir … This was a great honor for any believer of the Holy Church.
It was a pity that the contestants of the 'World Singers' this time were not as professional as the nuns of the choir.
Every nun had to go through extremely rigorous training to have a chance to be favored by the choir.
What about the singers in the Norland National Theatre who participated in Chanteurs du Monde?
"Are they really here to show off their voices?"
Bishop Darko observed the people passing by to make sure that they wouldn't pose a threat to the saintess he served.
But the more he observed, the more doubts Bishop Darko had.
If the people passing by were described as' singers' or 'bards', it would be too amateurish.
It wasn't the first time Bishop Darko saw a few mercenaries wearing clothes made of animal skin and horned helmets that exposed their rock-like muscles.
There were also a few middle-aged women wearing aprons who looked like housewives …
If it wasn't for the words' World's Chanter Competition Audition Ceremony 'written on the ceiling of the National Noland Theater, Bishop Darko would have suspected that he had arrived at a mercenary inn with all sorts of bad and honest people mixed together.
"The participants of this competition are all civilians from all over Noland." Vulture seemed to enjoy the mixed atmosphere.
"I understand." Bishop Darko understood the nature of the competition from the flyer.
No matter who it was, whether they were of humble or noble status, as long as they had confidence in their voice, they would be able to step onto this stage.
"Are these people really qualified to stand on the same stage as Her Highness the Saintess?" Bishop Darko watched as the commoners walked by. As one of the managers of the choir, he knew how difficult it was to become an singer.
Saintess Heroria was the most outstanding singer since the birth of the Sacred City.
Bishop Darko had always thought that no one in this world could compare to the Saintess' voice. Even the greatest Falosi singer was like a speck of dust in front of Heroria's voice.
And it was such a great existence that had to compete with a group of commoners who probably didn't even know what singing was.
"Qualification is another matter. Don't you think we're being too generous to the people of this country?"
Vulture stared at Saintess Heroria's back from afar and Messiah who followed beside her.
"Generous?"
"Fifty years ago, Lady Heroria appeared once at the border battlefield in the Land of Frost," Vulture said. Vulture said, "It was a difficult battle that I don't want to recall. The devil's reinforcements kept pouring out of the Underworld, but I only had 200 warriors fighting alongside me. In the end, I couldn't feel my hands and my body was in pain."
Vulture showed his hands. It was a pair of hands that made people uncomfortable. Scars covered his hands like centipedes, and there wasn't a single patch of skin that was unscathed.
"At the end of the battle, I don't know how many people survived. Apart from the roars of the devils and the sight filled with fresh blood … all other senses have left me." Vulture forced a smile on his gloomy face after he finished his narration.
"I thought I would be dragged into the darkness by those demons, but I saw light … or rather, I heard light."
"Her Highness the Saintess's singing …" When Bishop Dalco heard this, he understood what Vulture meant by generosity.
"That's right. A magical singing. I could clearly feel the wounds in my body healing, and my heavy consciousness became clear." Vulture touched the wound on his hand and said slowly, "A long time ago, I didn't believe that the singing of you choirs had any effect, but reality has proven my ignorance. Her singing isn't as simple as cleansing the soul …"
Bishop Darko fell silent after hearing Vulture's description. It was a blessing to be able to listen to the Saintess's singing in the Country of Saints.
Any Holy Army would be proud of it, but the Saintess's singing not only could soothe the soul, but it also had many unimaginable abilities.
Slowing down aging, increasing the mana in one's body, healing injuries … Any one of them was enough to be called a miracle.
"We are all lowly people who have been blessed by God." Bishop Darko said, "Her Highness is fair to all of us, and everyone has the right to listen to her singing, but …"
"You don't think that those lowly people have the right to stand with the Saintess?"
Vulture saw through Bishop Darko's true thoughts, and this sentence made the old bishop sigh deeply.
It was an extremely risky thing to let the Saintess leave the Holy City, and she purposely came to participate in a competition that was mostly attended by commoners. It was enough to give Bishop Darko a headache when he had to explain it to the Country of Saints.
But if Bishop Darko changed his mind a little, he would be able to accept it.
"Perhaps Her Highness's singing will let us lowly people understand … how great the difference between us and her is." Bishop Darko said.
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