Falosi Mansion.
The Prophet was lying in bed in a state of deep sleep. She considered the growth of her body, so she would spend an hour in deep sleep every afternoon.
Every time she slept, she would have a recurring dream. In the dream, she was surrounded by Grey Fog, and a woman she was familiar with would always sarcastically repeat, "How long are you going to wait?"
It was the same today …
But the nightmare did not affect the Prophet. She opened her eyes on the bed, and the moment she opened her eyes, she looked sideways at the clock hanging on the wall next to her.
The time shown on the clock was four in the afternoon, and the second hand had just passed the number twelve on the clock.
A full hour of sleep, the Prophet did not miss a second, just like the accurate clock on the wall.
She sat up from the bed …
The room provided by the Falosi Mansion was very luxurious, so luxurious that it took a lot of effort for the Prophet's petite body to climb from the head of the bed to the bed.
The Prophet walked down the excessively large bed, came to the dressing table, and casually tidied up her light blonde hair.
Then, the Prophet struggled to move a chair to the door of the room. She stood on the chair and took down a raw crystal hanging at the door.
The function of this raw crystal was an early warning.
After coming to Noland, the Third Prince had shown the Prophet that the people of Noland's view of demons was no longer hatred.
But living in a human city, the Prophet still did not let down her vigilance.
Especially in this Falosi Mansion where elves, humans, and demons lived together.
If any uninvited person barged into her bedroom, the Origin Crystal would immediately sound an alarm.
As soon as the Prophet took down the raw crystal, she heard music coming from downstairs.
There were few arts like music in the Demon Realm. As far as the Prophet knew, only the Blood Duke and his group of bored vampires would be interested in this thing.
Therefore, the Prophet's understanding of music only stopped at the creepy tone played by the organ of the vampires.
The Prophet was not interested in music, but the soundproofing of the room in this mansion was not good. She had to listen to the music played by the people downstairs.
Unbeknownst to him, perhaps the prophet would go downstairs to protest and try to convince the other party.
But unfortunately, the prophet clearly knew the existence of steel playing downstairs. It was one of the four Dukes at the peak of the Demon Realm, the Venerated Skeleton!
If the prophet went down to disturb the Venerated Skeleton's playing, the grumpy Lich Lord might turn the prophet into a chaos demon barbecue, which didn't sound like a delicious dish.
The soothing piano sound suddenly became hurried. The prophet had never heard such a strange music rhythm, but the next second, a girl's voice came into the prophet's ears along with the accompaniment.
Although the rhythm of the music was a little strange, it did not prevent the exciting music from dispelling the sleepiness in the Prophet's mind.
"This is … ridiculous."
The Prophet listened to the perfect blend of the accompaniment and the singing, and the only thought that came to his mind was that it was absurd.
Because it was not Ms. Banshee who was performing the ensemble with the Venerated Skeleton, but an elf!
The elves, who had always advocated life and nature, had extreme disgust for the undead creatures.
But the current situation was completely different from what the prophet thought. The Dark Wood Elf not only became friends with the Venerated Skeleton, who was known for his cruelty and temper in the Demon Realm, but their relationship was so good that they could argue with each other.
Including this afternoon, the prophet's values had been seriously challenged several times in Noland. She also began to learn to get used to it gradually.
While listening to the music, she pushed open the door of her room without changing her expression.
The prophet had to wake up her four apprentices in turn. Their biological clocks were not as punctual as the prophet.
She came to the door of the first apprentice's room and knocked on the door. No one responded. The prophet stood on tiptoe and twisted the door handle directly.
After seeing the scenery in the room clearly, there was no one at all.
The prophet closed the door and looked at the other three rooms in the same way. The final conclusion was that her students did not spend the precious time in the afternoon resting.
As for what they were doing … studying?
If they were still in the Demon Realm, the prophet thought that they might be so hardworking. Back then, she heard Royal Highness Josiah once said to her, "Study for the rise of the Demon Realm."
This sentence was quite useful for her four apprentices, but after coming to Noland, they seemed to have forgotten their duties.
The prophet walked all the way to the theater of the Falosi Mansion.
The owner of the mansion was originally an artist who liked stage plays. The theater inside the mansion was not smaller than the projection hall of the White Thorn Theater.
When the prophet opened the door of the theater, she saw her four apprentices sitting in the front row of the theater, arguing about something.
"There are not many contestants who sing well today."
"Yesterday, only Ms. Luvita and … the nun from the Kingdom of Saint were welcomed."
"So let's just go straight to Ms. Luvita's practice! She is singing in the central garden now. "
"But … Ms. Luvita's accompanist is the Venerated Skeleton Duke …"
The prophet quietly listened to the discussion of the four apprentices and looked at the image projected on the screen of the theater.
The singer of the world … The third prince of the Demon held a … competition in Noland.
The content of the competition was … singing. The prophet couldn't understand where the fun of this competition was.
Instead of sitting there and watching a few civilians show their singing voices, the prophet would rather go back to the Demon Realm to catch a few mutated water elementals and observe their behavior patterns.
When she woke up today, almost everyone was talking about this competition.
"Mentor … mentor!"
The four acolytes noticed that their mentor had suddenly appeared behind them, and they immediately stood up in fright.
"Sit down."
The prophet responded coldly. The four apprentices looked at each other and could only sit back in their seats.
She also found a seat and sat down directly. She looked up at the image that was being projected on the screen.
In the image, a man dressed like a mercenary was holding a crystal engraved with a strong sound and shouting.
The prophet listened to the roar echoing throughout the theater and frowned slightly …
She really couldn't appreciate this kind of violent music. But what puzzled the prophet was that the votes of this mercenary seemed to be quite high. It had reached more than 5,000 votes.
Sure enough, is the human aesthetic of Noland broken?
"Mentor! We … will go back to the room right away … "One of the apprentices noticed the" unhappy "expression on the prophet's face and thought that the prophet was angry because of their laziness.
"Sit down."
The prophet repeated what she had just said, then continued to stare at the performance of the mercenary on the screen and directly asked the question in her heart.
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