Chapter 289: Humble People

Bishop Darko tidied up his clothes and walked into the Nolan National Theatre.

Beside him was a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression. Bishop Darko called him 'Vulture', which was a name that didn't sound very bright.

But no one can deny the strength of this middle-aged man. As the head of the Fourth Army of the Crusaders, he is an expert among experts in dealing with demon attacks.

A bishop and a legion commander, this configuration is enough to compete with a sinful demon.

Today, when Bishop Darko came to the Nolan National Theater, he was indeed ready to fight against the devil.

Not only those terrifying sinful demons, but also the chaotic demons who ruled the demon world with thousands of horses and horses on the battlefield.

"I don't feel any demonic aura around me." Vulture lowered his voice and reported to Bishop Darko.

"These humans were all invited by that Chaos Demon... That Chaos Demon must have some conspiracy."

Bishop Darko was holding a leaflet of the World Canters.

Judging from the above description, the world's singers are just a very simple singing competition, which is somewhat similar to the ceremony for the nuns of the holy city to enter the choir.

The host gathers these singers together, and whoever sings beautifully enough will be able to enter the church choir... This is a lofty honor for any believer in the Kingdom of the Holy Church.

It's a pity that the contestants participating in the "Singers of the World" this time are not as professional as the nuns in the choir.

Every nun needs to undergo extremely rigorous training before they have a chance to be favored by the choir.

And what about the singers who participated in "Singer of the World" at the Nolan National Theater?

"Are they really here to show off their singing skills?"

Bishop Darko observed the crowd passing by, making sure that they would not pose a threat to the saint he served.

But the more he observed, the more doubts Bishop Darko had in his heart.

If these people who walked in front of him were described as a 'singer' or 'bard', they would be too amateurish.

It was not the first time that Bishop Darko saw several mercenaries wearing clothes made of animal skins and helmets with horns on their heads, exposing their muscular arms full of rocky lines, passing by.

There are also several middle-aged women wearing aprons who look like housewives...

If it wasn't for the words "The Audition Ceremony of the World's Singer Competition" written on the top of the hall of the Nolan National Theater, Bishop Darko suspected that he had come to a mercenary hotel with mixed fish and dragons, and the control was very messy.

"The participants in this competition are all civilians from all over Nolan." Vulture seemed to like the mixed atmosphere of the crowd.

"I understand." Bishop Darko understood the nature of the competition from the leaflet.

That is, no matter who you are, humble or noble, as long as you have confidence in your own singing voice, you can be on this stage.

"Are these people really qualified to stand on the same stage as Her Majesty?" Bishop Darko watched the civilians pass by. As one of the managers of the choir, he clearly understood that he wanted to be a chanting how difficult it is.

The saint Herolia is the best singer since the birth of the holy city.

Bishop Darko has always believed that no one in this world can match the singing voice of the saint. Even the greatest opera singer in Farosi is only the difference between dust and bright moon in front of Hololia's singing.

And it is such a great existence who wants to compete for the championship with a group of civilians who may not even know what singing is.

"Eligibility is another matter, don't you think we're being too generous to people in this country?"

The vulture watched from afar the back of the saint Herolia, and the Messiah who had been following her.

"generous?"

"Fifty years ago, Lord Horolia once appeared on the frontier battlefield of the Frost Kingdom." Vulture said, "It was a battle that was too difficult to remember, and the devil's reinforcements came from all over the world without stopping. The demon world surged out, but there were only two hundred warriors fighting side by side with me, and in the end I could no longer feel the sensation of my hands and the pain in my body.”

The vulture showed his hands, which were a pair of extremely uncomfortable hands. A large number of scars were entrenched on his hands like centipedes, and there was almost no intact skin.

"At the end of the battlefield, I have no way of knowing how many people are alive. Except for the screams of the demons and the vision occupied by blood... other perceptions have completely left me." After the vulture narrated here, gloomy A smile was forced on his face.

"I thought I'd be dragged into darkness by those demons, but instead I saw light...or heard light."

"The singing of Her Majesty the Holy Maiden..." Bishop Darko understood what the so-called generosity vulture was talking about after hearing this.

"That's right, the magical singing, I can clearly feel the wounds in my body are healing, and the consciousness that is as heavy as a quagmire becomes clear." The vulture pondered the wound on his palm and said slowly, "I didn't believe it a long time ago. The singing of you choirs has any effect, but the reality tells my ignorance that her singing is not just as simple as washing the soul..."

Bishop Darko remained silent after listening to the vulture's narration. It is a gift to hear the singing of the saint in the kingdom of the Holy Church.

Any crusader is proud of this, but apart from soothing the soul, the saint's singing has many abilities that seem incredible to outsiders.

Delay aging, increase the magic power content in the body, heal injuries... no matter which one is enough to be called a miracle.

"We are all humble people favored by the gods." Bishop Darko said, "His Royal Highness is fair to any of us, and everyone is entitled to listen to her singing, but..."

"Don't you think those humble people are qualified to stand with the saint?"

Vulture saw Bishop Darko's true thoughts, and this sentence made the old bishop sigh deeply.

Originally, it was an extremely risky thing for the saint to leave the Holy City, but she came here specially to participate in this competition where most of the civilians participated, and there was no content or grade at all, which was enough for Bishop Darko When the country explained it, it gave me a headache.

However, if Bishop Darko changed his mentality a little, he could accept this behavior.

"Perhaps the singing of Her Majesty the Holy Maiden will make us humble people understand...how huge the difference between us and her is." Bishop Darko said.

And the "we" mentioned by Bishop Darko here, of course, also includes other contestants in the Nolan National Theater.