Bishop Dalko sorted out his clothes and walked into the Nolan National Theatre.

Beside him is a middle-aged man with a gloomy look. Bishop Dalko calls him a 'vulture,' a name that doesn't sound so good.

But no one can deny the strength of this middle-aged man. As the head of the Fourth Army of the Holy Father, he is an expert in the attack on the devil.

A bishop of a bishop, this configuration is enough to compete with a sinful demon.

Today, Dr. Dalko came to the Nolan National Theatre, and it is indeed ready to compete with the devil.

Not only those horrible sinful demons, but also the chaotic demons of the rulers in the battlefield.

"There is no feeling of any demon around." The vulture lowered his voice and reported to Dalco.

"These humans are all invited by the chaotic demon... the chaotic demon must have any conspiracy."

Bishop Dalko holds a leaflet for the world singer.

From the above description, the world's singers are just a very simple singing contest, somewhat similar to the rituals of the nuns of the Holy City entering the choir.

The host brings together the singers, who can enter the church choir with enough singing... This is a noble honor for any believer in the kingdom of the sacraments.

Regrettably, the players who participated in the ‘the world’s singer’ were not as professional as the choir’s nuns.

Every nun needs to undergo extremely rigorous training before she can get the choir.

And what about the singers who participated in The World's Voice Singers at the Nolan National Theatre?

“Are they really showing their voices?”

Bishop Dalko observed the crowds walking around and ensured that these people would not pose a threat to the saints he served.

But the more observations, the more doubts the Dalco bishop has.

Those who walked in front of him, if they were described as a singer or a singer, were too amateur.

Bishop Dalco has not seen several garments made of animal skins at once, with a horn helmet on his head, and the mercenaries who exposed the muscles of the rocky lines passed by.

There are also a few middle-aged women who are surrounded by aprons and look like housewives...

If it wasn't at the top of the Nolan National Theatre hall that read the ‘World singer contest sea election ceremony,’ Dr. Dalco suspected that he had come to a mixed-service mercenary hotel, or that it was very dirty.

"The participants in this competition are all civilians from all over the country." The vulture seems to like the mixed atmosphere of this crowd.

"I understand." Bishop Dalko learned about the nature of the game on the leaflet.

That is, no matter who you are, whether you are humble or noble, you can be on the stage as long as you have confidence in your own voice.

“Is these people really qualified to stand on the same stage with His Royal Highness?” Bishop Dalko watched the civilians passing by. As one of the managers of the choir, he clearly understood that he wanted to be a singer. How difficult is it.

The singer Herriot is the best singer since the birth of the Holy City.

Bishop Dalko has always believed that no one in this world can match the song of the saint, even if the greatest opera of Farosi is in the face of the voice of Herlia, it is only the difference between dust and moon.

It is such a great existence, but it is to compete with a group of civilians who may not even know what to sing.

"Qualification is another matter. Don't you think we are too generous to people in this country?"

The vulture looked far away at the back of the Virgin Herriot, and the Messiah who had been following her.

"generous?"

"Fifty years ago, Herriota had appeared once in the battlefield on the border of the country of frost." The vulture said, "It was a battle that was hard to remember, and the devil's reinforcements kept on going. There was only a hundred warriors on my side who fought side by side with me. At the end, I could not feel the feelings of my hands and the pain in my body."

The vulture showed off his hand. It was a pair of hands that made people look extremely uncomfortable. A lot of scars were smashed on his hands like a cockroach, and there was hardly a good skin.

"How many people are alive at the end of the battlefield, I have no way of knowing, except for the devil's jealousy, and the sight of being occupied by blood... The other perceptions have completely left me." After the vultures came here, the gloomy The face barely squeezed a smile.

"I thought I would be dragged into the dark by the demons, but I saw the light...or heard the light."

"What about the voice of His Royal Highness..." Bishop Dalko heard this and understood what the so-called generosity in the vulture was.

"Yes, the magical voice, I can clearly feel that the wound in my body is healing, and the consciousness that is heavy like a mud has become clear." The vulture rubbed the wound on the palm and then slowly said, "I didn't believe it long ago." The songs of your choirs have any effect, but the reality tells me my ignorance. Her singing is not just as simple as washing the soul..."

Bishop Dalco was silent after listening to the vulture's narrative, and it was a gift to hear the voice of the saint in the kingdom of the sacrament.

Any sacramental army is proud of this, but in addition to comforting the soul, the voice of the saint has many abilities that seem strange to outsiders.

Delay aging, increase the magic content of the body, cure the wound... No matter which one is enough to be called a miracle.

"We are all humble people despised by the gods." Bishop Dalko said that "His Royal Highness is fair to anyone of us, and everyone is entitled to listen to her songs, just..."

“Do you think that those humble people are qualified to stand with the Virgin?”

The vulture saw the true thoughts of Bishop Dalko, a sentence that gave the old bishop a deep sigh.

It was an extremely risky thing to let the saint leave the holy city, and she deliberately ran over to participate in this competition, where most of the civilians participated, and the content and grades were not enough for the Dalco bishop to When the country explained it, it was a headache.

However, if Dr. Dalko changed his mind slightly, he could accept this behavior.

"Perhaps the voice of His Royal Highness will make us humble people understand... how big is the difference between us and her," said Dr. Dalko.

The ‘we’ mentioned by the Dalco bishop here, of course, also includes other entrants in the Nolan National Theatre.