It has been a long time since the four apprentices were under the name of the predecessor.
They all have one thing in common, that is, they were born poor and poor, and their childhood experiences can be described as appalling.
Even if one of the apprentices has the blood of the bloodline in his body, it is also considered to be the blood of the curse that does not flow.
Therefore, after the apprentices were adopted by the prophets, they had a decent identity in the demon world, and they studied the knowledge taught by the prophets more and more assiduously.
They have always believed that the Prophet is the wisest person in the demon world, even though the wise man's appearance and age seem to be far from what people think.
Every time the Prophet asked a question, they straightened their bodies and focused on listening.
Unfortunately, this time, due to space constraints, one or two of the apprentices did not understand the Prophet's question clearly.
The mercenary who participated in the "World Singer" competition on the screen was really "involved", but in the eyes of many outsiders, the mercenary did not seem to be singing at all, but was random Roaring, technically speaking, can be classified as noise.
If it were on the street, the Prophet believed that someone would not hesitate to raise a stick to shut the guy up.
The only apprentice who heard the Prophet's question happened to be sitting next to the Prophet. He was a hybrid of a succubus and a horned demon, and his hearing and physique were far superior to the other apprentices.
But in front of this mentor, he has always been submissive.
"Because... the songs that humans sing are good?"
The half-blooded succubus and horned demon said tentatively.
"Do you really think this kind of roar sounds good?"
If the Prophet wasn't thinking about listening to her apprentice's answer, she might first block her hearing with magic.
The noise is just horrible.
"..." The apprentice was silent, but the other apprentice sitting beside him nodded after hesitating for a moment.
"That... Tutor, you taught us to speak out the true thoughts in our hearts, so Tutor, I think this human's singing is... very nice."
"You have a quarter of a bat demon hybrid in your body, and your hearing is different from ordinary demon humans."
The prophet reminded the apprentice, the apprentice seemed to want to refute, but at this time the mercenary had finished singing.
What surprised the prophet was that in the following comments, there was actually a judge who was really interested in this mercenary's singing.
And his final votes were close to 5,000 votes. Although this was not comparable to the miracle created by the nun and Luvita yesterday, it was already a very high number of votes.
The mercenary didn't seem satisfied with his votes at all. After all, no matter who participated in this game, he came for the final champion.
It's a pity that the votes of the nun from the Holy Land and the black wood elf girl were completely unsurpassable myths.
But this mercenary still has another chance. Today's competition is just a preliminary selection. He walked off the stage a little unwillingly. The next one to walk on the stage was a very shabby boy.
"He... seems to be just like us before."
When seeing the big boy standing on the stage on the screen, one of the prophet's apprentices couldn't help but say.
This group of "mixed-bloods" who have experienced a lot of hardships in the lower layers of the devil world can see at a glance that the boy on the stage has the same temperament as himself.
Sure enough, in the following introduction, the big boy named Holm told the judges his background. He was born in the lower floors of Squirrel Street in Nolan and worked as an ordinary servant in a shabby tavern.
No matter which encounter is in the category of "miserable" among all the contestants so far.
"Saying these words will not arouse anyone's sympathy." The prophet was unmoved by the tragic remarks 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 to the effect. better."
Having said that, the Prophet glanced at an apprentice sitting on the other side. She was a kindred, but her blood was considered filthy by her kin.
When the Prophet first met this vampire girl with filthy blood, she won the Prophet's sympathy by virtue of her identity as a little girl.
"Teacher... Master, I probably understand why so many people... like this competition called "The Singer of the World"."
Swept by the sight of the prophet, the vampire girl instinctively said the answer in her heart like a student who crossed her teacher's gaze in the classroom.
"What is it?" the Prophet asked directly.
"Human audiences want to see... those civilian contestants get better places through this competition, have... surprising performance, and also... just want to see those civilians challenge... authority."
She mustered up her courage to say the last sentence that sounded offensive.
"Go on."
The Prophet was not provoked, she liked the way her students were racking their brains and thinking, or... being pushed.
"When I was watching the show, what I liked the most was... the way the judges were surprised by a contestant's performance."
The student spoke out his thoughts very smoothly.
"Like the Flower of Farosi, and the judge named Sir Bai Jinghua, because I didn't expect one of the contestants to sing so well, when there was that kind of 'can't believe' expression on his face, I Will be... happy, don't know why."
"I think your answer is right, Lysa."
The Prophet rested her chin with one hand and stared at the picture on the screen. When she was watching it just now, she remembered that the picture had given the judges close-ups several times.
Challenging authority is exciting for any intelligent creature, and this show gives them the possibility.
When a once high-ranking actor and opera singer was surprised by the singing of an ordinary civilian, the audience who was also a civilian would of course be very happy.
But unfortunately, the contestant named Holm... did not do anything to surprise the judges.
His singing was really bad, even if the prophet knew nothing about music, she only knew that the singing of this little mouse from the low-level of Squirrel Street could not be called a song at all.
Not only the four apprentices of the Prophet could not understand this form of performance at all, the most direct reaction was in the audience on the screen.
Boos... When the little mouse from Squirrel Street started singing less than a minute later, boos rang through the entire auditorium.
The scene started to get so out of hand that Holm didn't even finish his "singing" at all.
The poor little mouse stood in the spotlight, staring blankly at the audience who kept booing him.
He could have finished his performance ignoring the boos, but his hand holding the "microphone" was trembling, and his lips were a little dark purple.
The Prophet can see the sweat dripping from his forehead sitting here, and this little mouse may die from a fast heartbeat due to nervousness.
In the face of overwhelming boos and shouts of "get off the stage", he no longer had the courage to complete his performance.
In the end, the audience reluctantly calmed down under the appeasement of Caroline, the most popular flower of Farosi among the judges, and then Caroline smiled and said to the contestant named Holm, "Your performance is... excellent. , do you need to continue?"
He bowed deeply to the stage without saying a word, and walked straight down.
Surprisingly, he finally got 3,721 votes! This is far higher than many contestants who sing bard verses and ordinary operas.
The Prophet can only understand that the player's singing is out of tune, and it has attracted the attention of the audience, so that someone will vote for him as a prank.
"It turned out... Still advanced?!"
An apprentice said incredulously.
"Promotion?"
"Well... the mentor is that the sixteen contestants with the most votes can enter the semi-finals. If I remember correctly, the whole 3,000 votes can at least be ranked thirteenth, if nothing else," an apprentice whispered.
"Can you rank 13th with 3,000 votes?"
The Prophet vaguely remembered that the audience of Nolan's Voice should be around 70,000 to 100,000 people, not counting the users of the caster forum, but only 3,000 votes can have a good score of 13th...
"About this, mentor... I think it should be because the two players are really good."