Chapter 314
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As for the two contestants mentioned by her apprentice, the Prophet knew a thing or two about them even if she did not watch the World Singers competition.
As for the reason, there were a lot of controversial posts and discussions on the spellcaster forum. The content was, of course, about whether the final winner of the World Singers would be the nun named Rheia or the elven maiden from the Blackwood Forest, Ruvita.
With that in mind, the Prophet opened the terminal of the Weave and entered the World Singers' section.
After a whole night of fermenting, the tension in this section had reached its peak, and the users of the forum were divided into two factions.
While it was only a verbal discussion, under the 'user agreement' of the spellcaster forum, they tried their best to control their language so that they would not lose the right to enter the forum forever.
But the Prophet could still smell the scent of war. People from all over Noland were arguing over two girls who had nothing to do with them.
The argument reminded the prophet of two different sects of believers, fighting each other to prove that their gods were superior.
And whether it was Rheia or Ruvita, all they did was sing two songs on the stage.
Although the Prophet could not understand what the Chanter of the world enjoyed, she could read the thoughts of the Third Prince of the Demon …
The reason Josiah held this competition was to make the people of Noland like the elven maiden.
It was just like how Josiah created a 'demon' that humans could accept through the movies.
The reason was that the Prophet instinctively linked it to the origin of the Weave.
That was the World Tree of the elves …
Before the Prophet could finish reading the post in front of her, a message appeared before her eyes.
The message was signed by a human woman named Herland.
To the Prophet, she could be considered a 'senior' in the advanced magic academy.
She also had another identity as an apprentice learning 'programming' from the Third Prince.
The Prophet opened the message, and there was only one short sentence.
'We have arrived outside the Falosi Residence.'
'Understood.'
The Prophet's fingers quickly tapped on the virtual keyboard. She had not been in contact with the Weave for long, but she could already operate the 'system' formed by a large number of inscriptions.
The more the prophet came into contact with the Weave, the more he realized the convenience of this special 'magic'.
Now that the Weave had created a huge social forum, all of Noland's citizens were included, they could communicate not just with words, but also with pictures.
The Prophet believed that with the current rate of development, 'movies' would soon appear on the Weave …
"Mentor, do we need to go out and buy alchemy equipment?"
"That's right … Have you thought about which aspect of magical machinery you want to learn?"
The Prophet waved his hand to close the Weave and looked at the four acolytes in front of him.
"I want to try building Magic Puppets! That is … the kind of self-discipline! "
The Blood Clan girl with the tainted blood immediately stated her aspiration excitedly.
As early as a day ago, they had participated in the alchemy workshop under the Klia Chamber of Commerce. The technology related to Magic Dolls was indeed shocking.
"I want to go to the airship factory to learn."
"Magic carriage!"
The Prophet quietly listened to her four apprentices talk about the direction she wanted to learn in the future, but her heart was not happy at all.
It was because none of the apprentices wanted to learn about magic machinery related to agriculture.
"Mentor, what about you?"
Suddenly, the Prophet heard a question from one of the acolytes. She was slightly taken aback.
Her mission was to solve the problem of famine in the Realm of Demons, and only after that was the development of the Realm of Demons.
Hence, the Prophet's first priority was to learn about magic machinery that could help with farming, but in her heart, she wanted to learn something completely different.
"Programming." The Prophet did not hide her inner thoughts and spoke the truth.
"Mentor, what is programming?"
"It's a class taught by Prince Josiah in Ruhrsk High Magic Academy."
The Prophet did not give her acolytes a chance to ask any more questions. She stood up from her seat and walked out of the theater.
Her acolytes could only follow behind her and walk out of the Falosi Residence.
Herland and her friend Sansa had been waiting outside the Falosi Residence for a long time.
"Are you nobles from Falosi?"
Sansa approached the youngest Prophet in the group. The girl who believed in the Holy Light did not notice the Prophet's identity as a demon at all.
"No, I'm a relative of the mentor of the 'programming' class."
The Prophet lied without batting an eyelid. Sansa seemed like a girl who could be easily fooled.
"Mentor Josiah's relative?"
Her words caught Herland's attention, and he could not help but take another look at this seemingly young 'junior sister'.
"Is something the matter?" The Prophet noticed the human's gaze. The Prophet had investigated this female human before.
Although she was born in the Land of Frost which was hostile to the Realm of Demons, her background was very 'clean' and ordinary. The Prophet treated her as a guide after coming to Noland.
The only thing that gave the Prophet a headache was that her sister, Hiri, was too close to Prince Josiah.
"No."
Herland shook her head and did not pursue the matter further.
"Then may I ask, Senior Herland, where should we go next to purchase the necessary alchemy products?"
The Prophet did not mind taking advantage of her young appearance. Her appearance was very helpful in winning the sympathy of humans. Not only could it make humans relax their vigilance, but it could also gain more benefits.
"An alchemy shop called Klia. Follow me."
Herland took the initiative to act as a tour guide. He brought the Prophet and her four apprentices for more than an hour to the busiest alchemy market in Noland.
It was the apprentices' first time seeing such a bustling market. If the Prophet was slightly distracted, one of them would stand in front of an alchemy shop and play with a cat, a spider, or a lizard.
The Prophet did not purposely remind them. Even if they got lost, they could still contact them through the Weave.
Herland brought the Prophet all the way to the alchemy shop called Klia.
"Are you sure this is the shop?"
The Prophet sized up the shop. It was located in the middle of the alchemy market in Noland, which was the best location.
However, what made the Prophet feel strange was that although there were people coming and going, very few people entered the alchemy shop. The interior of the shop seemed a little empty.
It felt a little like a haunted house in the downtown area.
"There have been a few cases of mana going out of control in Klia's alchemy shop recently," Herland finally confessed in a soft voice.
"Then why are you here, Herland?"
Before the Prophet could speak, Herland's friend Sansa immediately grabbed his hand.
"Herland, let's go to the Loraft Merchant Guild's alchemy shop."
The Prophet did not pay attention to the conversation between the two humans. Her gaze was fixed on the door of the alchemy shop.
She saw a very familiar figure in the shop. It was the Third Prince of the Realm of Demons, Josiah.
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