The third day of the World Singer.
Nolan National Theatre.
Helolia sang the last note softly. When her singing stopped, Helolia opened her eyes, and the audience standing on the stage all stood up and gave to Helo. Leah applauds.
Her gaze swept across Bishop Darko who was sitting in the auditorium, and a legion commander sitting next to the vulture. The old legion commander had a cold look on his face after listening to Heluria's singing. Finally some relief.
"Thank you everyone."
Hololia glanced at the nearly 30,000 votes behind her, and bowed slightly to the audience and the camera with an excited and happy smile on her face.
"It seems that the audience that likes Miss Liya's singing far exceeds Mrs. Moya... Please continue to show your singing on this stage, and Mrs. Moya, although you are unfortunately eliminated, but I like your song very much. The nursery rhyme sung."
Qiao Xiu, who was one of the judges, also gave the "ordinary little girl" applause without hesitation, and then also defeated an old woman standing beside Heluria.
The rule for the semi-finals is that two contestants are on the same stage, and while one contestant is singing, the other contestant stands on the stage and listens to her singing.
It's kind of like a ring match.
"It's my luck to hear Miss Liya's beautiful singing voice."
The old woman looked very open.
"This is... my honor." After Helolia thanked Mrs. Moya shyly, she returned to the background with applause.
Behind the stage is a hall for the pioneers to rest. There are only sixteen contestants today.
Therefore, the hall that could accommodate hundreds of people, even if the friends and relatives of these 16 players were added, seemed a bit empty at this time.
Just as Hololia sorted out her expression and came to the hall to find her guardian knight, Messiah, a well-dressed man suddenly walked in front of Hololia.
"Miss Liya..."
The man has pure blond hair and blue eyes as blue as the sky, and his facial features are handsome enough to attract noble ladies to dance with him at any ball.
And his demeanor and temperament also seems to be a well-educated aristocrat.
"Excuse me... you... are... "
Hololia did not forget her identity and personality, and at this time showed the reaction that a "common girl" should have. She took a step back and looked at the person in front of her with some anxiety.
"My name is Roja Moratico, and I am the second son of Count Pharosilas Moratico."
He politely took off the top hat on his head, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.
"You... hello, my name is Liya."
Hololia's voice sounded a little choppy, and the expression on her face was a little terrified. For her "common girl", the second son of an earl, no matter which country he came from, needs to maintain absolute awe .
"You don't need to be so restrained, Miss Liya."
Seeing her terrified look, Roja wanted to gently hold her palm to get closer.
But this action was avoided by Heluria's step back without leaving a trace.
This made Roja have to withdraw his hand hovering in mid-air in embarrassment, but his good communication skills quickly eased the awkward atmosphere.
"Actually, Miss Liya, I have another identity here, that is, an opera singer from the Farosi Phoenix Feather Opera Troupe... I am also one of the contestants who are promoted to the world's singers." Roja said.
"You... have... something with me?"
Helolia easily suppressed her inner disgust and continued to play the identity of an ordinary civilian.
"I hope to invite you to join my troupe." When Roja said these words, he took a step forward and approached Heluria, looking at this very plainly dressed civilian girl with affectionate eyes.
"I was overwhelmed by your singing the first time I heard it... Miss Liya, your singing should not be buried in this city! I swear in the name of the Moratiko family, I can To make you the most famous opera artist in Farosi, even the king of Farosi will have to queue to buy your ticket to the theatre."
Roja's voice is full of absolute confidence. In his opinion, any opera singer born in poverty will work hard to practice and express himself in order to become a world-renowned opera artist, and what he wants after becoming famous... Of course...
"You will have the status and unimaginable wealth as the nobles."
Roja stared at the civilian girl's brown pupils, and her frightened and uneasy eyes. Roja reached out to touch Liya's freckled cheeks.
Wealth and status have been given, and Roja is ready to conquer this commoner girl with her own charm.
But before he could touch Liya's cheek, a hand reached out and grabbed his arm.
Roja wanted to break free for a moment, but found that the strength of that hand was so amazing that he even felt the pain of being pinched by iron clamps.
"Who..." Roja's voice brought a little anger, and he saw the person who suddenly appeared beside Heluria along his arm.
Yes... A blond girl who was almost the same height as him, but the coldness in the other's eyes made Roja shudder inexplicably.
"Lord Roja!"
Several of Roja's guards wanted to rush over at this moment, but the other party just pushed gently, and Roja's body lost his balance and wanted to fall, and fell directly into his guard's arms to barely keep it. balance.
"Stop..."
After Roja stood up again, he stopped several of his guards, and the attendants of the surrounding Nolan National Theater had noticed the situation here.
If there is a dispute here, according to the rules set by the owner of the Nolan National Theater, he is likely to be directly disqualified.
"Sorry, Liya... I'm late."
Messi looked at the handsome young opera singer in front of him, his eyes filled with chills.
"I'm fine, sister."
Heluria made a nonsense about her relationship with Messi, then ran to Messi's side and held Messi's hand.
"Mr. Roja, you seem to be the next player to appear?" Helolia suddenly asked.
"That's right." Roja tidied up his clothes and tried his best to maintain the smile on his face.
If the Messiah was a male, maybe Roja would give her a look of color.
But unfortunately, Messi is a woman and a beautiful girl, and one of their family motto has always been to treat beautiful girls kindly.
"I will consider your proposal, but you must first think of me to prove your strength... If you can't even win this 'small game' as you say, I think you are named after that bird feather So is the troupe.”
Hololia said something that sounded... vicious in a naive tone.
Of course Roja heard the sarcasm in the words, his brows jumped slightly, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.
"Your opponent seems to be sitting there, dressed a little down, I hope it won't affect your noble image on the stage."
Hololia glanced at a figure sitting in the corner. The figure had been sitting in the corner and muttering something from the beginning, and it seemed to outsiders that it was crazy.
"He won't." After Roja said this, Heluria left with Messiah directly, and Roja also looked at the very shabby figure sitting in the corner.