Chapter 303
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"They've left."
Josiah leaned against the entrance of the theater as he looked at Messiah who was in a highly tense state, and Heroria who was sitting beside her.
"Thank you, Mr. Josiah, for your protection." Heroria seemed to have sensed the departure of the two commanders as she stood up and bowed slightly to Josiah as a sign of gratitude.
"Weren't they sent to protect you?"
Josiah knew that the two intruders who barged into the National Theater of Noland were the Holy Army.
Fortunately, the National Theater of Noland belonged to Noland … Based on Noland's laws, Josiah's men hoped that the two intruders would leave by force, and even if they were extremely unwilling, they could only compromise in the end.
They should now be lurking near the National Theater of Noland, quietly waiting for Heroria to leave the theater.
"But they belong to the pope's faction, and if I am caught by them, I will have to return to the Holy City. But before Rheia becomes the champion of the world's chanters, I will not return to the Holy City for the time being."
"That confident?"
Josiah turned to look at the nun who could maintain her composure even in front of the Lich Lord.
"It's not confidence … It's hope."
Heroria looked at the undead band that was performing below, and she started humming along with the music.
Josiah could not understand what she was humming, because she was singing in the elven language … Heroria's voice gradually grew louder, and finally followed the undead band's accompaniment to the music.
And just by listening to Heroria's singing, Josiah felt the restlessness in his heart and the fatigue accumulated from preparing for the world's chanter was slowly being soothed.
The Saintess's singing had a halo effect?
Josiah suddenly remembered something that the dark elves had mentioned before.
In the Kingdom of the Holy … only the Saintess's singing could soothe the frenzied whispers in the minds of the judges in the Court of Heresy.
As Heroria's singing gradually became softer, the undead band's music also gradually stopped.
"The Traveler's Song of the Elven Poetry." Heroria said after she finished singing. "While there are small variations on the song, and there are instruments that I have never seen before, it is still an elven song. Is this the song that the blackwood elf sang?"
"One of them is … Her name is Olanca, and she's an elderly Blackwood Elf priestess. I told her that the people of the Norland Continent might be tired of the elven poetry, but she still insisted on singing the poetry of her people on stage."
Josh opened up the Mana Net and checked Priest Olanca's votes through the 'Singers of the World' section. He found that the Dark Wood Elven priest only had 7,000 votes.
"It seems that … not all the people of Noland like the elven poetry," Heroria said with a smile.
"That's why I wrote a brand-new song for the next Darkwood Elf."
"A new song? This isn't the first time Mr. Josiah mentioned this. I'm very curious about the style of the song Mr. Josiah wrote. "
Heroria looked at the young demon in front of her. Before coming to Noland, she spent a lot of time looking for information about Josiah through the spellcaster forum and the Court of Heresy.
In the end, she came to the conclusion that this chaos demon was an artistic genius!
Not only had he personally written three scripts that were so outstanding that even Herolia could not help but exclaim that they were 'interesting', he had also single-handedly built the magical communication medium known as the Weave.
Heroria still didn't understand the principles of the Weave, and Josiah's screenplays were not only interesting, but the music was also very good.
So in this trip to Noland, apart from collecting more power of faith, she also wanted to form a cooperative relationship with Josiah.
The content of the cooperation was not only to use Josiah's Weave to stabilize her position in the Kingdom of the Saint … There was also Josiah's attainments and talent in the arts, which made Heroria very interested.
It was a pity that Josiah directly and heartlessly rejected the first condition of being an ally, and the latter 'composer and singer' type of partnership was even more out of the question.
But this didn't stop Heroria from discussing the topic of music with Josiah.
"Is it the Iron Nation's Sirovian style of music, or the Falosi's Barona Concerto? Or is it the sacred tune commonly used by the elves? "
Heroria had lived in this world for so many years. In addition to her noble identity as a saintess, she was also an excellent composer and singer.
Her appreciation of music did not stop at the level of 'listening.'
"The names you mentioned sound quite complicated. I haven't heard of any of the genres." Josiah was a little confused listening to the series of English names Heroria said.
"Is it the Larheek Warsong of the Land of Frost?" Heroria continued to ask.
"Miss Heroria, my naming of music styles may be a little different from yours."
Josiah didn't continue to tell Heroria the details of the music genres on Earth.
This is a huge system … even Josiah himself couldn't remember it clearly.
"Is it …?"
"If you don't mind, you can go to the stage and wait behind the scenes now. A dark wood elf named Ruvita will be on stage in a while."
Josiah stood up from his seat and looked at the Venerated Skeleton, who had returned to the position of the orchestra conductor.
Although the Lich Lord was hostile to the two listeners from the Kingdom of Saint, she attached great importance to Ruvita's performance. At this time, she was adjusting the state of her undead subordinates.
"Ruvita?"
Heroria opened the caster forum and browsed the content inside. The chanter section of the world was still discussing the little girl named 'Rheia.'
The singing of the dark wood elf priestess, Olanca, was like a stone thrown into a lake. Although it caused a small ripple, it didn't cause too much of a stir.
The song that Frost Elf Taylin first sang in the Voice of Noland was an elven poem.
At that time, the listeners of Noland regarded it as a lullaby … Although the elven poem played by Olanca was based on the lullaby, it still couldn't deviate from the original tune.
Heroria was now looking forward to how the young dark wood elf could break the miracle she had just created.
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