Chapter 313： The prophet's own opinion (on)

Fallows Mansion.

The prophet was lying in bed and was asleep. She considered the reason for her body growth and spent an hour every afternoon entering deep sleep.

Every time she sleeps, she always makes a repetitive dream. In the dream, she is surrounded by fog. A woman who is familiar with her will always repeat with a sarcasm. ‘When are you waiting? ’

Today is the same...

But the nightmare did not affect the prophet. She opened her eyes in bed and looked at the clock hanging on the wall sideways at the blink of an eye.

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

For a whole hour of sleep, the prophet is not much more than a second, just like a precise clock on the wall.

She sat up from the bed...

The room provided to her by the Flosi Mansion is very luxurious, and it takes a lot of effort to climb from the bed to the bed with the petite petite body.

The prophet walked down this oversized bed and came to the dressing table to arrange his own light golden hair.

Then the prophet struggled to move a chair to the door of the room. She stood in a chair and took off a raw spar hanging from the door.

The role of this original spar is an early warning.

After coming to Nolan, His Royal Highness the Three Princes had shown to the prophet that the people of Nolan’s view of the devil were no longer hatred.

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

Especially in this Flosi mansion with three races of elves, humans and demons.

Once any uninvited guy breaks into her bedroom, the original spar will be alerted as soon as possible.

The Prophet had just taken the original spar and she heard the music from the downstairs.

There is very little music in the devil world. According to the prophet, only the **** Dagong and his boring blood family will be interested in this stuff.

Therefore, the prophet's cognition of music only stays in the creepy tone played by the **** organ.

The prophet was not interested in music, but the soundproofing of the mansion room was not good, she had to listen to the music played by the people downstairs.

Without knowing it, perhaps the prophet will go downstairs to protest and find ways to convince the other party.

But unfortunately the prophet clearly knows that the presence of steel is playing downstairs... but one of the four dukes at the summit of the devil, the skeleton!

If the prophet continues to disturb the play of the skeleton, the grumpy Lich Lord may make the prophet a chaotic demon barbecue, which sounds like not a delicious dish.

The soothing piano sound suddenly became urgent in an instant, and the prophet had never heard of this strange musical rhythm, but the voice of a young girl in the next second was introduced into the ears of the prophet with the accompaniment.

Although the rhythm of music is strange, it does not prevent this exciting music from dispelling the dilemma in the mind of the prophet.

"Really... absurd."

The prophet listened to the sound of accompaniment and singing perfectly, and the only thought that came out of his mind was absurdity.

Because it is being played with the skeleton, it is not the lady, but... an elf!

The elves who have always admired life and nature are extremely disgusted with undead creatures.

But now the situation is completely different from what the prophet thought. The black wood elf is not only known as the cruel and violent, but also the level that can be argued with each other.

Counting this time this afternoon, the values ​​of the prophet have been severely provocative in Nolan, and she has begun to learn to get used to it.

While listening to the music, I turned the door of my room without changing the color.

The prophet is going to wake up four of his apprentices in turn, and their biological clock can be 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 picked up his toes and twisted the doorknob directly.

After seeing the scenery in the room... there is no one at all.

The prophet closed the door and saw the other three rooms in the same way. The final conclusion was that...the students did not spend precious afternoons on the rest.

As for what to do... study?

If they were still in the devil world, the prophet thought that they might be so hard. At the beginning, she had heard that Joshua had said a word to her, that is, ‘reading for the rise of the devil world’.

It is still quite useful to use this sentence for his four apprentices, but after coming to Nolan, they seem to have forgotten their duties.

The prophet walked all the way to the theater of the Flosi Mansion.

The owner of the mansion was originally an artist who liked the stage play. The theater inside the mansion was no smaller than the auditorium of the Baijinghua Theatre.

When the prophet pushed open the door of the theater, he saw that his four apprentices were sitting in the front row of the theater and arguing about something.

"There are not a few players who sing well today."

"Only yesterday, Miss Revetta and... the nun from the holy country was welcomed."

"So let's go straight to Miss Lucita's practice! She is now singing in the center garden."

"But... Miss Revetta's accompanist is a big man..."

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

The world's singer... The one of the devil's three princes held a competition in Nolan.

The content of the competition is... singing, the prophet can't understand the fun of this kind of game there.

Instead of sitting there and watching a few civilians show their voices, the prophet would rather return to the devil to catch a few different water elements and observe their laws of action.

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

"Guide... Mentor!"

The four apprentices noticed that their mentor suddenly appeared behind them, which made them stand up immediately and scared.

"sit down."

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

She also found a position and sat up directly, looking up at the screen being shown on the screen.

In the picture, a man dressed as a mercenary is holding a raw spar with a strong voice in it.

The prophet listened to the buzzing echoes in the whole theater, and frowned slightly...

She really couldn't appreciate the rude music, but what the prophet did not understand was that the mercenary's votes seemed to be quite high, and it has reached more than 5,000 votes.

Sure enough, the aesthetics of Nolan's human beings are broken?

"Teacher! We... go back to the room right away..." One of the apprentices noticed the expression of the ‘unhappy’ of the prophet, thinking that the prophet was angry because of their laziness.

"sit down."

The prophet repeated the words just mentioned again, and then continued to stare at the performance of the mercenary on the screen, directly asking his inner doubts.

"Answer me, is this kind of game fun there?"