The four apprentices have been in the first known time for a long time.

They all have one thing in common, that is, birth is poor and poor, and the experience of childhood can be described as horrible.

Even the blood of one of the apprentices who has a **** vein is considered to be the blood of the curse that does not flow.

Therefore, after being adopted by the prophet, the apprentices had a decent identity in the demon world, and they learned more and more hard to learn the knowledge taught by the prophets.

They have always believed that the prophet is the most wise person in the devil world, although the appearance age of the wise man seems to be far from the impression of the person.

Every time the prophet asks questions, they will straighten their bodies and concentrate on listening.

Unfortunately, due to venue restrictions, one or two apprentices did not hear the prophet's question.

The singing of the singer mercenary who participated in the world on the screen was too 'invested', but in the eyes of many outsiders, the mercenary did not seem to be singing, but in a mess. Strictly speaking, it can be classified as noise.

If it is on the street, the prophet believes that someone will lift the stick without hesitation to let the guy shut up.

The only apprentice who heard the prophet's question was sitting next to the prophet. He was a mixed-race of the succubus and the horned demon, and his listening and physical fitness far exceeded that of other apprentices.

But in front of this mentor, he has always been unassuming.

"Because...the songs that humans sing are very nice?"

The succubus and the **** mixed-race said tentatively.

"Do you really find this kind of fun?"

If the prophet does not consider listening to his apprentice's answer, she may first use magic to shield her hearing.

This noise is really terrible.

"..." The apprentice was silent, but another apprentice sitting next to him hesitated for a moment but nodded.

"That... the mentor you taught us to tell the true thoughts inside, so the mentor, I think this human singing is still very good."

"You have a quarter of the bats in your body, and the hearing is different from the devil humans."

The prophet reminded the apprentice, but the apprentice seemed to want to refute, but the mercenary had finished singing.

What surprised the prophet was that in the next comment, there was actually a judge who was very interested in the mercenary's singing.

And his final vote is close to 5,000 votes, which is not as good as the miracle created by the nun and Lucita yesterday, but it is already a very high number of votes.

The mercenary seemed to be dissatisfied with his vote. After all, no matter who participated in the game, it was directed at the final champion.

It is a pity that the nuns from the sacred country and the number of votes of the black wood elf girl were completely unreachable.

But the mercenary had another chance. Today's game is just a pre-selection. He is unwilling to step down the stage. The next one is on the stage, a big boy dressed in a very shabby dress.

"He... seems to be like us."

An apprentice of the prophet couldn’t help but see the big boy standing on the stage on the screen.

This group of ‘hybrids’ who have experienced many hardships in the lower layers of the demon world can see at a glance that the boy on the stage has the same temperament as himself.

Sure enough, in the next introduction, the big boy named Holm, he told the judges his own life, was born in the lower floors of the Squirrel Street in Nolan, and was a regular servant in a shabby pub.

No matter which one encounter, all the contestants have belonged to the level of 'tragic'.

"Speaking these words will not cause sympathy for anyone." The prophet was not moved by the sadness of the big boy. "He is an adult, and he is still a man. If you want to gain sympathy, let a little girl go up." better."

Speaking of this, the Prophet glanced at an apprentice sitting on the other side. She was a blood family, but her family thought her blood was filthy.

When the prophet first met the **** girl who was filthy blood, she relied on the identity of the little girl to gain the compassion of the prophet.

"Leader... I probably understand why there are so many people... I like this game called "The World's Singer"."

It was swept by the vision of the prophet. The blood girl was like a student who was intertwined with the teacher in the classroom. She instinctively said her inner answer.

"What is it?" The prophet asked directly.

"The human audience wants to see... those civilian entrants get better rankings through this competition, with ... surprising performance, and that... just want to see the civilian challenge... authority."

She drummed her courage to say the last sentence that sounded offensive.

"Go ahead."

The prophet was not provoked, and she liked her students to think like this, or to be rushed.

"When I was watching this show, I liked it most... those judges were surprised by the performance of a contestant."

The student smoothly said his thoughts.

"Like the flower of Flossi, and the judge named Jazzard Bai Jinghua, because I didn't expect one of the contestants to sing so well, and the face of the "can't believe" expression, I I will be... I am very happy, I don’t know why."

"I think your answer is right, Leisa."

The prophet put his hand on his chin and stared at the picture on the screen. When she saw it, she remembered that the pictures were given to the judges several times.

The challenge of authority is a matter of excitement for any intelligent creature, and this show gives them the possibility.

When the actor and opera singer who was once high was surprised by the singing of an ordinary civilian, the audience who are also civilians will of course be very happy.

But unfortunately, the entrant named Homem... there is no way to make the judges surprised.

His singing is really terrible. Even though the prophet knows nothing about music, she only knows that this singer from the lower layer of the Squirrel Street can't be called a song.

Not only the four apprentices of the prophet could not understand this form of performance, the most direct response was in the audience on the screen.

Humming... When the little mouse on the Squirrel Street began to sing for less than a minute, the buzzing sounded throughout the audience.

The scene began to get out of control, which led to Holm not even completing his ‘music’.

The poor little mouse stood in the spotlight and looked at the audience who kept screaming at him.

He could have ignored his snoring to complete his performance, but his hand holding the ‘microphone’ was trembling and his lips were a little purple.

The prophet sat here to see the sweat that overflowed his forehead, so that this little mouse might die because of nervousness.

In the face of the overwhelming snoring and the shout of 'departing', he has no courage to complete his performance.

At the end of the judges, the most popular Firocco flower, Galloway, the audience calmed down, and then Carolelli smiled and said to the player named Homm, 'Your performance is very... Excellent, need to continue? ’

He bowed a deep sigh of the stage without saying a word, and went straight.

Surprisingly, his last vote reached 3,721 votes! This is much higher than the number of poets who sang the bard, as well as the contestants of ordinary operas.

In the end, the prophet can only understand that the player's singing has gone out of level, causing the attention of the audience to be pranked to vote for him.

"Umose... still advanced?!"

One apprentice said incredible.

"Advance?"

"Well... the tutor is the 16th player with the most votes at the moment and can enter the semi-finals. If I remember correctly, the whole three thousand votes can be ranked at the thirteenth place at least, no accident." An apprentice whispered.

"Three thousand votes can be ranked thirteenth?"

The prophet vaguely remembers that the audience of Nolan Voice should be between 70,000 and 100,000, but it is not a user of the Caster Forum, but only 3,000 votes can have a good result of the thirteenth...

"About this, the mentor... I think it should be because there are two players who are really amazing."