Chapter 290
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The Knight Of The White Thorn sat in the auditorium as a judge.
On the stage, one singer after another from all over Norland walked onto the stage and walked off the stage.
So far, the Knight Of The White Thorn had reviewed 23 contestants who came to participate in the international singing competition. Of these 23 contestants, 21 had performed so poorly that the Knight Of The White Thorn could not help but sigh.
He had lowered his standards as per Josiah's instructions. Any contestant only needed to be at the level of the bards that could be found on the streets.
Unfortunately, the Knight Of The White Thorn had not found a contestant who could perform any of the ballads or poems well or sing them like a song.
Most of them were tone-deaf, forgot the lyrics halfway through the song, and the worst case was that they did not speak a word after they went on stage.
The only two contestants who passed the audition were bard contestants, but the songs they sang were still of a poor standard to the Knight Of The White Thorn.
Music in this world was not as cheap as it was on Earth. Apart from listening to the songs of bards, commoners rarely had the opportunity to enjoy music.
The reason why the world's singers could gather so many people was because of the charm of the Falosi and Belle.
The Knight Of The White Thorn believed that it was because the charm of the Flower of Falosi and Belle was too great.
Many people who knew nothing about music joined the audition team, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Flower of Falosi or Belle.
But their hopes were dashed in the end. There was only one judge for the audition, Stanfield. The Knight Of The White Thorn even decided to let his trusted aide handle the audition the day after tomorrow.
"Is Mr. Josiah's expectations too high?"
The Knight Of The White Thorn looked at the registration form filled with red crosses.
From the Knight Of The White Thorn's point of view, Josiah's hope of finding a few 'amazing' singers among the commoners and nobles of Noland was an extravagant hope.
Even if it was extravagant hope, the Knight Of The White Thorn did not give up. He put down the recording board in his hand and gestured to the attendants on stage.
"Next."
After eliminating the 24th contestant, the Knight Of The White Thorn asked the attendants to invite the 25th contestant onto the stage.
The 25th contestant attracted the attention of the Knight Of The White Thorn. Because … he was too burly. He was nearly two meters tall, and he was dressed in leather armor and a horned helmet.
No matter how one looked at it, he should not be dressed as an opera singer on stage. Instead, he should be dressed in a battle of magical beasts.
The Knight Of The White Thorn calmed himself down and gestured for him to start.
Before the start, the Knight Of The White Thorn was expecting the mercenary to surprise everyone with his singing voice, but it was a pity that the Knight Of The White Thorn's expectations were dashed in the end.
The mercenary's singing voice was as rough as his appearance. It was hard to accept. Rough was just a nicer way to describe it. A more appropriate way to describe it would be … simply shouting.
If the Knight Of The White Thorn's evaluation of the first twenty contestants was not up to standard, then … the Knight Of The White Thorn immediately waved his hand and ordered the mercenary to stop his performance.
"Stop! This is enough! "
The attendant covered his ears and walked up the stage, shouting at the mercenary.
"Stop?"
The attendant's tone sounded a little unfriendly, and in addition to rudely interrupting the mercenary's performance, the mercenary's anger instantly rose to an uncontrollable level.
He took a step towards the attendant, his burly body full of pressure. It seemed that he was ready to use the mercenary's usual method of solving problems — violence.
The Knight Of The White Thorn saw the situation on the stage was spiraling out of control. He stood up and was ready to call for the spellcasters to forcefully intervene.
Sure enough, it was too difficult to get these rude people on stage!
The two spellcasters under the Knight Of The White Thorn's command walked up the stage, trying to 'persuade' the mercenary to calm down. However, his emotions became more and more agitated.
The spellcasters underestimated the mercenary's strength. One of them was forced to retreat, and the other contestants who were watching from behind the scenes began to panic.
The scene gradually began to get out of control. When the Knight Of The White Thorn was about to allow the two spellcasters to use offensive magic, a young lady in a pure white dress suddenly walked out from the crowd.
The young lady walked straight towards the mercenary …
"Get out of my way!" The mercenary was about to push her away rudely like how he treated the two spellcasters.
However, in the next second, the young lady stretched out her slender arm and grabbed the mercenary's wrist. The moment the mercenary's wrist was grabbed by the young lady, he tried to break free but failed. The young lady's strength was astonishing.
"Calm down," the young lady said in a serious tone.
No matter how ladylike the young lady was, the aura of an unsheathed sword from her body shocked the mercenary.
The mercenary slowly retracted his hand and calmed down. He moved his wrist a little, but the place where the young lady grabbed his wrist still felt a faint pain.
Seeing that the mercenary had calmed down, the other two spellcasters were about to release their magic to make him lose consciousness, but the Knight Of The White Thorn stopped them.
"My judgment was too rash just now, so I interrupted your performance." The Knight Of The White Thorn gestured for the two spellcasters to step back.
The purpose of this competition was to provide a stage for any citizen of Noland to showcase their singing skills. The Knight Of The White Thorn indeed had the right to think that the mercenary couldn't make it onto the official stage, but he didn't have the right to interrupt his performance.
Realizing this, the Knight Of The White Thorn apologized to the mercenary. The mercenary accepted the apology on behalf of the 1.8 meters tall young lady who didn't look like someone to be trifled with.
The performance soon began again. As the Knight Of The White Thorn listened to the mercenary's' soulful singing ', he began to regret agreeing to give the mercenary another chance to perform.
But as time went by, when the Knight Of The White Thorn got used to the rough singing, he had an inexplicable feeling that … if he listened to it carefully, it would be quite an illusion?!
"Congratulations, you've passed."
The Knight Of The White Thorn approved of the mercenary's performance and granted him the right to participate in the next round of the competition.
After the mercenary passed, he nodded in satisfaction and walked off the stage. The next person to go on stage was the young lady who stopped the mercenary's violent behavior.
Messiah walked onto the stage. At this moment, the young lady who stopped the mercenary was no longer as majestic as she was when she stopped the mercenary. She faced the crowd with her hands covering the hem of her skirt and seemed to be at a loss.
The female knight was hesitating. She hadn't tried singing for more than ten years, but a message popped up in front of her and made her decision.
'Knight Messiah, advance to the next round. This is an order.'
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