Chapter 293
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The Knight Of The White Thorn sat among the audience, holding a cup of fragrant drink. The Knight Of The White Thorn and the other nobles called this bitter drink 'Brown Bean Juice'.
Josiah liked to call this drink 'coffee', so the Knight Of The White Thorn decided to call it coffee as well.
Currently, in Noland, Josiah had created one trend after another. If the same situation were to happen in Falosi, there would probably be many young playwrights and opera singers in Falosi who would follow in Josiah's footsteps and write works like 'Beauty and the Devil' and 'This Devil Is Not Too Cold'.
Naturally, the Knight Of The White Thorn had to follow in Josiah's footsteps.
However, it was not easy to complete the task entrusted to him by the Chaos Devil. The Knight Of The White Thorn took a sip of the coffee in his cup and glanced at the list of contestants in his hand, truly experiencing the true meaning of 'physical and mental exhaustion'.
After the stunning performance of the nun named Lia and the Darkwood Elf Ruvita, the performances of the contestants behind them began to deviate further and further.
So much so that the Knight Of The White Thorn enjoyed several performances that could only be seen in acrobatic troupes!
"That's all for today. Tell them not to accept any more registrations."
The Knight Of The White Thorn gestured to his attendant to stop the people outside from signing up. It was getting late, and even with the refreshing coffee, the Knight Of The White Thorn's biological clock did not allow him to stay up late.
The attendant accepted the order and immediately left. The Knight Of The White Thorn once again flipped through the list in his hand.
Unknowingly, he had reviewed 232 contestants, and there were only seven contestants left to be reviewed.
"Knight Of The White Thorn, how many contestants have been selected today?"
Josiah's voice suddenly rang behind the Knight Of The White Thorn.
He turned around and saw that Josiah and Hiri were already sitting beside him.
"23 … Mr. Josiah," the Knight Of The White Thorn couldn't help but sigh when Josiah asked this question.
"Even though you gave all the civilians of Noland a chance to step onto the stage, the performance of civilians without professional training … No, it can't even be called a performance. Many of these 23 contestants have passed because I let go of my artistic insistence."
"Is the situation … really that bad?" Josiah looked at the Knight Of The White Thorn as though he had aged ten years.
One could imagine how much damage his ears had suffered throughout the day.
"I don't think the people of Norland have any artistic talent. Maybe … Josh, you can hold a chanting competition."
"I think the people of Noland don't have any artistic talent. Maybe … Josiah, you can organize an incantation competition."
"Uh … This kind of competition can be handled by the gray-clothed person." Josh's gaze shifted to the contestant who was currently performing on the stage.
The contestant was the 232nd contestant. From his appearance, he seemed to be … a chef? His appearance was very professional, but his singing was completely at the level of noise.
Josiah felt that if he dared to show off his singing voice on the street in the morning, a group of people would soon swarm him from all directions and beat him to the ground.
"Are there really … no powerful civilian contestants?"
Josiah asked the Knight Of The White Thorn with a trace of hope.
"Of course there are." The Knight Of The White Thorn flipped through the list of contestants in his hand and handed a page to Josiah. "At the beginning of the audition, there was a contestant called Lia. Her singing … Mr. Josiah, I swear, it was definitely at the level of a master-level opera singer!"
"Lia."
Josiah looked at the name and remembered some information that the Dark Elves had revealed to him.
Among them was the nun who was talking about Lia.
The Kingdom of Saint sent a nun to participate in the singing competition held by the devil? And the level of this nun was comparable to a master-level opera singer?!
Josiah found that there were too many plots to imagine, but if there was a contestant who could really stand on the stage and not let the audience appear, no matter where she came from, it would be good for Josiah.
After all, the purpose of Josiah's "Singer of the World" this time was to strive for as high a rating as possible in Noland.
During the conversation, the contestant was finally eliminated by The White Thorn Flower.
The 233rd contestant stepped onto the stage.
When the contestant stepped onto the stage, the Knight Of The White Thorn frowned slightly.
His clothes were too … shabby, completely out of the scope of a civilian, a bit like those alien residents living in Squirrel Street.
But his race was a human …
"Holmes?" The Knight Of The White Thorn tentatively called his name. He nodded slightly, seemingly not used to the stage lights.
"Please show me your singing voice."
The Knight Of The White Thorn didn't have any expectations for this contestant.
He stood on the stage in silence for a moment before finally starting his performance …
Just as the Knight Of The White Thorn expected, a person who couldn't even make ends meet wouldn't have the spare time to practice singing.
His performance didn't sound like a song at all. Instead, he simply said some words that sounded … unpleasant to the ear.
It was just that the words had a fixed rhythm to them.
The Knight Of The White Thorn wanted to stop the 233rd contestant's performance a few times, but in the end, he held back his impatience.
After a short minute and a half, the contestant named Holmes finally 'finished' his song.
"That's enough. Next contestant."
After listening to so many amateur performances, this was the only one that angered the Knight Of The White Thorn. He signaled for his attendants to bring the contestant named Holmes off the stage.
The two attendants walked down the stage quickly. If it weren't for the people watching from behind the scenes, they might have thrown the filthy beggar out of the Noland's National Theater.
"Wait a minute."
Josiah stopped the two attendants from being rude. He then waved his hand and gestured for them to step aside.
"You know that not many people here will appreciate your … performance," said Josiah as he stood up.
"My … My Lord, I'm sorry … What I did just now can't be considered a performance at all." Holmes had expected this moment. The way he performed in the underground prison would never be accepted by the people of Noland above ground.
Not to mention the big shots who enjoyed the baptism of opera all day long.
"No, I'm one of the few people here. But I'm curious … Where did you learn to perform like this?"
Josiah was a little stunned when he first heard Holmes' performance. He even suspected that he wasn't in the Magic Revolution, but had come back to Earth in the seventies.
It was as if one was enjoying a Beethoven musical only to have it turn into an Eminem concert.
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