The third day of the world's singers.

Nolan National Theatre.

Herloa sang the last note softly. When her singing stopped, Herloa opened her eyes, and the audience standing on the stage stood up without exception. Lia applause.

Her eyes swept through the Dalco bishop sitting in the audience, and the head of the army sitting next to the vulture, the cold look on the face of the old army leader after listening to Heroliya’s singing. Finally some relief.

"Thank you everyone."

Heroliya glanced at the number of votes that were close to more than 30,000, with an excited and happy smile on her face and a slight glimpse of the audience.

"It seems that the audience who likes Miss Liya’s singing is far more than Mrs. Moya... Please continue to show your singing on this stage, and Mrs. Moya, although you are regrettable to be eliminated, I like you very much. The virginity that was sung."

As one of the judges, Qiao Xiu also gave the ‘ordinary little girl’ applause, and then also gave an old woman who stood next to Heroliya.

The rule of the semi-final is that the two players are on the same stage. When one player sings, the other player stands on the stage to listen to her singing.

This has the meaning of a little competition.

"It is already my luck to hear the beautiful song of Miss Liya."

The old woman looked very open.

"This is... my privilege." Herloa showed some shame to thank Madame Moya, and she returned to the background with applause.

Behind the stage is a hall for the rest of the rest, and today there are only 16 players.

Therefore, the hall that could accommodate hundreds of people, at this time, even the friends and relatives of the sixteen players also appeared to be somewhat empty.

Herloa had just sorted out her expression and came to the hall to find her own guardian squad. A well-dressed man suddenly walked up to Heroliya.

"Miss Liya..."

The man has a pure blond hair and blue eyes like the sky. The five senses are enough to attract the noble ladies to dance with him at any dance.

And his manners and temperament also seem to be a well-educated aristocrat.

"Excuse me... you... yes..."

Herloa did not forget her identity and people. At this time, she showed a reaction that a 'civilian girl' should have. She took a step back and looked at the people in front of him with some anxiety.

"My name is Roa Moratti, the second son of Count Folo Silals Moratti."

He politely took off the top hat on his head and showed a gentle smile on his face.

"You... hello, my name is Liya."

Heroliya’s voice sounded intermittent and her face was a little scared. For her 'civilian girl', the second son of an ear, from that country, needed to remain absolutely awed. .

"You don't need to be so cautious, Miss Liya."

When Roya saw her ashamed, she wanted to hold her palm gently to get close.

But this action was escaped by Herloa's retreat without leaving any traces.

This made Roya have to recover some of the hand hovering in the air, but the good communication ability made him quickly relieve the atmosphere.

"In fact, Miss Liya, I have another identity here, that is, the opera singer from the Flosi Phoenix Feather Troupe... is also one of the contestants of the world's singers," said Roya.

"You... find me... what?"

Herloa easily suppressed her inner resentment and continued to act as an ordinary civilian.

"I hope to invite you to join my troupe." When Roya said this sentence, he took a step forward and approached Hollylia, looking at the civilian girl who was dressed in a very simple manner with a deep look.

"When I first heard your song, I was conquered by your song... Miss Liya, your voice should not be buried in this city! I swear in the name of Moratti, I Can make you the most famous operaticist in Farosi, even if the king of Fuloxi also needs to line up to buy tickets for your theater."

Luo Ya’s voice is full of absolute self-confidence. In his opinion, any poor-born operatician tries to practice and express himself, in order to become a world-famous opera house, and after he is famous, he wants to get it... of course... ...

"You will have the same status and unimaginable wealth as the nobility."

Roya stared at the brown hole of the civilian girl, and her fearful and uneasy eyes. Roya reached out and tried to touch Liya's cheeks with freckles.

Both wealth and status have been given, and Roya is next ready to conquer this civilian girl by her own charm.

But before he could touch the face of Liya, he reached out and grabbed his arm.

Roya wanted to break free in an instant, only to find that the strength of the hand was so amazing that he even felt the pain of being caught by the iron tongs.

"Who..." Roya's voice brought a little anger, and he saw his hand along the arm that suddenly appeared next to Herloa.

It was... a blond girl who was almost the same height as him, but the coldness in the other's eyes made Roya shudder.

"Roya adults!"

Roja’s guards wanted to rush at this moment, but the other party just pushed it lightly. Roya’s body lost its balance and fell back. It fell straight into the arms of his guard and barely kept it. Balanced.

"Stop..."

After Roya stood up again, he stopped several of his guards, and the attendants around the Nolan National Theatre had noticed the situation here.

If there is a dispute here, he is likely to lose style directly according to the rules set by the owner of the Nolan National Theatre.

"Sorry, Liya... I am late."

Mi Sai looked at the handsome young operaian in front of him, his eyes full of chill.

"I'm fine, my sister."

Herloa casually licked her relationship with Messiah and then ran to the side of Messiah to hold the hand of Messiah.

"Mr. Roja, you seem to be the next player to play?" Herriot asked suddenly.

"Yes." Roya sorted out her clothes and tried to maintain a smile on her face.

If the Messiah is a man, maybe Roya will give her a look.

But unfortunately, Messiah is a woman, and she is still a beautiful girl. There is always a girl in her family’s family training that is kind to a beautiful girl.

"I will consider your proposal, but you must first think about my strength... If you can't win this 'small game' in your mouth, I think you and the bird named it. The troupe is no different."

Herloa said in a naive tone that it sounded like some vicious words.

Roya certainly heard the meaning of sarcasm in the words. His brow jumped slightly, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"Your opponent seems to be sitting there, dressing up a bit sloppy, hoping that it will not affect your noble image on the stage."

Herloa glanced at a figure sitting in the corner. The figure had been sitting in the corner of the mouth since the beginning, and kept talking about something. It seemed to the outsiders to be crazy.

"He won't." After Roya finished this sentence, Herloa left with the Messiah directly, and Roya also looked at the sitting and sitting in the corner, wearing a very shabby figure. .