The four apprentices had been under the Prophet's name for a long time.
They all had one thing in common, that was, they were born in poverty. Their childhood experience could be described as terrible.
Even if one of the apprentices had the blood of the vampire in his body, it was considered the kind of cursed blood.
Therefore, after the apprentices were adopted by the Prophet, they had a decent identity in the Demon Realm, and they worked harder to learn the knowledge taught by the Prophet.
They always thought that the Prophet was the wisest person in the Demon Realm, although the appearance and age of the wise man seemed to be far from the impression.
Every time the Prophet asked a question, they would straighten their bodies and listen attentively.
Unfortunately, due to the limitations of the venue this time, one or two of the apprentices didn't hear the Prophet's question clearly.
On the screen, the singing mercenary who participated in the World Singing Contest was too "focused", but in the eyes of many outsiders, this mercenary didn't seem to be singing at all, but roaring randomly. Strictly speaking, it could be classified as noise.
If it was on the street, the Prophet believed that someone would not hesitate to raise a stick to shut this guy up.
The only apprentice who heard the Prophet's question happened to be sitting next to the Prophet. He was a hybrid of succubus and centaur, and his hearing and physique were far better than other apprentices.
But in front of this teacher, he always behaved submissively.
"Because … the songs sung by humans are very good?"
The Succubus and Horned Demon said in a probing manner.
"Do you really think this kind of roar is interesting?"
If the Prophet didn't consider listening to her apprentice's answer, she might have shielded her hearing with magic first.
This kind of noise was really terrible.
"…" The apprentice was silent, but the other apprentice sitting next to him hesitated for a moment and nodded.
"That … teacher, you taught us to say the real thoughts in our hearts, so teacher, I think this human's singing is … quite good."
"You have a quarter of bat demon mixed in your body, so your hearing is different from ordinary demons and humans."
The Prophet reminded the apprentice, but the apprentice seemed to want to refute, but at this time the mercenary had finished singing.
To the Prophet's surprise, in the following comments, there was actually a judge who was very interested in the mercenary's singing.
In the end, he got close to five thousand votes. Although it was not as good as the miracle created by the nun and Luvita yesterday, it was still a very high number of votes.
That mercenary didn't seem to be satisfied with his votes. After all, no matter who participated in this competition, they were all aiming to be the champion.
It was a pity that the nun from the Holy Kingdom and the Dark Wood Elf girl's votes were unsurpassable.
However, this mercenary still had one more chance. Today's competition was only the preliminaries. He reluctantly walked off the stage. The next person to step onto the stage was a big boy who was dressed shabbily.
"He … seems to be the same as us in the past."
When he saw the big boy standing on the stage on the screen, one of the prophet's apprentices could not help but say.
This group of "mixed-bloods" who had experienced a lot of hardships in the lower level of the Demon Realm noticed that the boy on the stage had the same temperament as them at a glance.
Sure enough, in the following introduction, the big boy named Holmes told the judges about his background. He was born in the lower level of Noland's Squirrel Street and worked as an ordinary attendant in a shabby tavern.
No matter which experience he had, he was in the "tragic" level among all the contestants so far.
"Saying these words will not arouse anyone's sympathy." The prophet was unmoved by the big boy's sad narration. "He is already an adult and a male. If you want to gain sympathy, it would be better to let a little girl go up."
Speaking of this, the prophet glanced at an apprentice sitting on the other side. She was a vampire, but her kind thought that her blood was filthy.
When the prophet first met this vampire girl with filthy blood, she won the prophet's sympathy by using her identity as a little girl.
"Ma … master, I probably understand why so many people … like this competition called" Singer of the World "."
Being swept by the prophet's gaze, the vampire girl was like a student in a classroom meeting the teacher's gaze. She instinctively said the answer in her heart.
"What is it?" The prophet asked directly.
"The human audience wants to see … the commoner participants obtain a better ranking in this competition and have … an unexpected performance. Also … they want to see the commoners challenge … the authority."
She gathered her courage and said the last sentence that sounded a little offensive.
"Continue."
The Prophet was not irritated. She liked the way her students racked their brains to think, or rather … the way they looked when they were cornered.
"When I watch this show, what I like to see the most is … when the judges are surprised by a contestant's performance."
The student smoothly voiced out his thoughts.
"Just like that Flower of Falosi and that judge called Knight White Thorn, when they didn't expect one of the contestants to sing so well, they had an expression of 'disbelief' on their faces. I don't know why, but I'm very happy."
"I think your answer is right, Lyssa."
The prophet rested her chin on one hand and stared at the screen. When she was watching just now, she remembered that the screen gave the judges a few close-up shots.
Challenging authority was something that any intelligent creature would be excited about, and this show had given them a chance to do so.
When the once high and mighty actors and opera singers were surprised by a commoner's performance, the audience, who were also commoners, would naturally be very happy.
Unfortunately, this contestant named Holmes … had no way to surprise the judges.
His singing was terrible. Even though the prophet knew nothing about music, she only knew that the performance of this lowly mouse from Squirrel Street could not be called a song.
It was not only the four apprentices who could not understand this form of performance. The most direct reaction was in the audience on the screen.
Boos … When the little mouse from Squirrel Street started singing, boos rang through the entire audience in less than a minute.
The scene began to get out of control, which led to Holmes not even finishing his' music '.
The poor little mouse stood under the spotlight, staring blankly at the audience that kept booing at him.
He could have ignored the boos and finished his performance, but his hand holding the microphone was trembling, and his lips were purple.
The prophet could see the sweat on his forehead. If this continued, the mouse's heart would beat too fast and he would die from nervousness.
Faced with the overwhelming boos and shouts of 'get off the stage', he no longer had the courage to finish his performance.
In the end, the most popular judge among the judges, Carolee, the Flower of Falosi, finally calmed the audience down. Then, Carolee smiled and said to the contestant named Holmes, "Your performance is … excellent. Do you want to continue?"
Without saying a word, he bowed deeply towards the stage and walked straight down.
Surprisingly, he had 3721 votes in the end! This was far better than many of the contestants who sang the poems of bards and ordinary operas.
In the end, the prophet could only understand that the contestant's performance was poor, which attracted the attention of the audience. That was why some people voted for him as a prank.
"He actually … advanced?!"
An apprentice said in disbelief.
"Advanced?"
"Hmm … Mentor, the sixteen contestants with the most votes will be able to enter the semi-finals. If I remember correctly, with a total of three thousand votes, they will at least be ranked thirteenth," one of the apprentices said in a low voice.
"Three thousand votes and he's ranked thirteenth?"
The prophet vaguely remembered that the audience of Noland's Voice should be around 70,000 to 100,000, and that did not include the users of the spellcaster forum. But a mere three thousand votes and he was ranked thirteenth …
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