Farosi Mansion.

The prophet was lying on the bed and was sleeping. She considered the reasons for her physical growth and spent an hour every afternoon entering deep sleep.

And every time she sleeps, she always has a repeated dream. In the dream, she is surrounded by gray fog. A woman who makes her very familiar with her will always repeat the sarcastic sentence, "When are you going to wait?"

The same is true today...

But the nightmare did not affect the prophet. She opened her eyes on the bed and turned her head to look at the clock hanging on the wall next to her.

The time displayed on the clock is four o'clock in the afternoon, and the second hand just passed the clock with twelve numbers marked on the clock.

A full hour of sleep, the prophet is not much or less, just like an accurate clock on a wall.

She sat up from the bed...

The room provided to her by Farosi Mansion was very luxurious, so luxurious that it took a lot of effort to climb from the head of the bed to the bed with the prophet's petite body.

The prophet walked off the bed that was too big and came to the dressing table to tidy up his long light golden hair.

Then the prophet struggled to carry a chair to the door of the room. She stood on the chair and took off a crystal stone hanging from the door.

The function of this protocronite is an early warning.

Although after coming to Nolan, His Highness the Third Prince had shown the prophet that the people of Nolan's people's views on the demons were finally no longer hatred.

But living in a city where humans live, the prophet still did not let go of his vigilance.

Especially in this Farosi mansion, where three races of elves, humans and demons live together.

Once any uninvited guy breaks into her bedroom, the original crystal stone will immediately send an alarm.

The prophet had just taken off the original crystal stone when she heard the music from downstairs.

There are few arts like music in the demon world. As far as the prophet knows, only the blood Lord and the bored blood tribes under his command will be interested in this thing.

Therefore, the prophet's understanding of music only stays in the creepy tones played by the organs of the blood clans.

The Prophet was not interested in music, but the sound insulation of the mansion room was not good, so she had to listen to the music played by the people downstairs.

Without knowing it, the prophet might go downstairs to protest and find a way to convince the other party.

But unfortunately, the prophet knew clearly that the existence of steel was playing downstairs... It was one of the four dukes at the peak of the demon world, the skeleton duke!

If the prophet goes down to disturb the play of the Bones, the irritable Lich Lord may turn the prophet into a Chaos Demon barbecue, which doesn't sound like a delicious dish.

The soothing piano sound suddenly became rapid in an instant. The prophet had never heard of this strange musical rhythm, but the next second the voice of a girl came into the prophet's ears with the accompaniment.

Although the rhythm of the music is a bit strange, it does not prevent this inspiring music from dispelling the sleepiness in the prophet's mind.

"It's really... ridiculous."

The prophet listened to the accompaniment and the singing sounds perfectly blended together, and the only thought that came to his mind was absurdity.

Because it was not the banshees who were playing ensemble with the skeleton, but... an elf!

The elves who have always advocated life and nature have extreme disgust for the undead creatures.

But the current situation is completely different from what the prophet thought. The black wood elf not only became friends with the skeleton man who is famous for his cruelty and irritability in the Demon World, but also had a good relationship with him to the level where he could argue with each other.

Including this afternoon, the Prophet's values ​​had been severely provoked several times in Nolan, and she began to learn to get used to it gradually.

While listening to the music, he pushed open the door of his room without changing his expression.

The prophet wanted to wake up his four apprentices in turn, and their biological clocks were not as punctual as the prophet.

She came to the door of the first apprentice's room and knocked on the door. No one responded. The prophet stood on tiptoe and twisted and opened the doorknob.

After seeing the view in the room clearly... there was no one at all.

The prophet closed the door and looked at the other three rooms in the same way. The final conclusion was that... his students did not spend the precious afternoon time on rest.

As for what to do...learning?

If she was still in the Demon Realm, the Prophet thought they might have worked so hard. She had heard His Highness Qiao Xiu say to her, that is, "Study for the rise of the Demon Realm."

I think this sentence is quite useful for my four apprentices, but after coming to Nolan, they seemed to have forgotten their responsibilities.

The Prophet walked all the way toward the theater of the Farosy Mansion.

The owner of the mansion was originally an artist who liked stage plays. The theater inside the mansion was no smaller than the screening hall of the Baijinghua Theater.

When the prophet opened the gate of the theater, he saw his four apprentices sitting in the front row of the theater arguing about something.

"There are not many contestants who sing well today."

"Yesterday, only Miss Luvita and... the nun from the Holy Kingdom was welcomed."

"So let's just go and listen to Miss Luvita's practice! She is singing in the center garden now."

"But... Miss Luvita's accompaniment is Grand Duke of Skeleton..."

The prophet listened quietly to the discussion of the four apprentices and looked at the picture projecting on the theater screen.

The Singer of the World...a competition held by the Third Prince of the Demon in Nolan.

The content of the competition is...singing, the Prophet cannot understand the joy of this competition there.

Rather than sitting there watching a few civilians show their singing voices, the prophet would rather go back to the demon world to catch a few mutated water elements and observe their movement patterns.

When she woke up today, almost everyone was talking about the game.

"Guide...Teacher!"

The four apprentices noticed that their mentor suddenly appeared behind them, which scared them to their feet immediately stood up.

"sit down."

The prophet responded to them coldly, and the four apprentices looked at each other and could only sit back.

She also found a seat and sat up directly, looked up at the screening.

In the picture, a man dressed like a mercenary was shouting there with a crystal stone engraved with a strong voice.

The Prophet frowned slightly as he heard the roar echoing throughout the theater...

She really couldn't appreciate such rough music, but what puzzled the Prophet was that the mercenary's votes seemed quite high, and it had reached more than 5,000 votes.

Sure enough, Nolan's human aesthetics are broken?

"Teacher! We... will go back to the room immediately..." One of the apprentices noticed the prophet's expression on his face, thinking that the prophet was angry because of their laziness.

"sit down."

The prophet repeated what he had just said again, then continued to stare at the mercenary's performance on the screen, and directly asked out his inner questions.
Chapter completed!