Cultural Invasion In Different World - Chapter 315

[Chapter 313 The Prophet’s Own Opinion (Part 1)]

Farosi Mansion.

The Prophet was lying in a deep sleep state in bed. Taking into account the reasons for her physical growth, she would spend an hour every afternoon to enter a deep sleep.

And every time she slept, she would have a recurring dream, in which she was surrounded by gray fog, and a woman she was familiar with would always repeat sarcastically, ‘When are you going to wait?

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Same thing 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 when she opened her eyes.

The time displayed on the clock was four o’clock in the afternoon, and the second hand had just passed the number twelve marked on the clock.

For an entire hour of sleep, the Prophet had no more or no more seconds, like a clock on a wall.

She sat up on the bed…

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

The Prophet stepped off the bed, which was too large, and went to the dressing table to casually tidy up his long light blond hair.

Then the prophet struggled to carry a chair to the door of the room. She stood on the chair and took off the original spar hanging at the door.

The role of this original spar is an early warning.

Although after coming to Nolan, His Royal Highness the Third Prince has shown the Prophet that Nolan’s people’s view of demons is finally no longer hatred.

But living in a human city, the Prophet still did not let his guard down.

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

Once any uninvited guy broke into her bedroom, the original spar would sound the alarm immediately.

Just as the prophet took off the original spar, she heard the music from downstairs.

There is very little art such as music in the demon world. According to the prophet’s knowledge, only the Grand Duke of Blood and the group of bored vampires under his command will be interested in this stuff.

Therefore, the Prophet’s cognition of music is only limited to the creepy tones played by the organ of the vampires.

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

Without knowing it, maybe the prophet will go downstairs to **** and try to convince the other party.

But unfortunately, the Prophet clearly knew the existence of steel playing downstairs… But one of the four dukes at the peak of the devil world, Duke Bone!

If the Prophet goes down and interrupts Bone’s playing, the grumpy Lich Lord might turn the Prophet into a Chaos Demon roast, which doesn’t sound like a delicious dish.

The soothing piano sound suddenly became rapid in an instant. The Prophet had never heard this strange musical rhythm, but the voice of the next second girl entered the Prophet’s ears along with the accompaniment.

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

“It’s… absurd.”

The prophet listened to the accompaniment and the singing voice blended perfectly, and the only thought that popped up in his mind was absurd.

Because it’s not that lady banshee who is playing an ensemble with Lord Skeleton, but… an elf!

The elves who have always admired life and nature have an extreme disgust for 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 master, who is known for his cruelty and irritability in the demon world, but also has a good relationship to the level where they can argue with each other.

Counting this afternoon, Nolan’s values have been seriously challenged several times, and she has begun to learn to get used to it.

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

The Prophet is going to wake up his four apprentices in turn, and their biological clocks are not as punctual as the Prophet.

She came to the door of the apprentice’s room and knocked on the door. No one responded. The prophet stood on tiptoe and twisted the door handle.

After seeing the scenery in the room…it was completely empty.

The Prophet closed the door and looked at the other three rooms in the same way, and finally came to the conclusion that… his students did not spend their precious afternoon time on rest.

As for what to do… study?

If they were still in the Demon Realm, the Prophet thought that they might work so hard. Back then, she heard His Highness Joshua once said to her, that is, ‘Reading for the rise of the Demon Realm’.

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

Prophet Road walked towards the theater of the Farosi Mansion.

The owner of the mansion was originally an artist who liked stage plays, and the theater inside the mansion was no smaller than the projection hall of the Bai Jinghua Theater.

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

“There are not many players who sing well today.”

“Yesterday, only Miss Luvita and… that nun from the Holy Land was welcomed.”

“So let’s just go straight to Miss Luvita’s practice! She is singing in the Garden of Heart now. UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com ”

“But… Miss Luvita’s accompaniment is the Archduke of Skeleton…”

The Prophet quietly listened to the discussion of the four apprentices, and turned his gaze to the picture that was being projected on the theater screen.

The Singer of the World… the contest held by the three demon princes in Nolan.

The content of the contest is…singing, and the Prophet could not understand where the fun of this kind of contest is.

Rather than sitting there watching a few civilians show off their singing voices, the Prophet would rather go back to the Demon Realm to catch a few mutated water elements and observe their regularity of action.

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

“Teacher… Tutor!”

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

“sit down.”

The Prophet responded indifferently to their sentence, and the four apprentices looked at each other and could only sit back in their seats.

She also found a place to sit directly, and looked up at the picture that was being shown on the screen.

On the screen, a man dressed as a mercenary was shouting with the original spar stone engraved with a strong voice.

The Prophet frowned slightly when he heard the roar that echoed throughout the theater…

She really couldn’t appreciate this kind of rough music, but what puzzled the prophet was that the mercenary’s votes seemed to be quite high, and it had reached more than 5,000 votes.

Sure enough, is Nolan’s human aesthetics broken?

“Teacher! We… go back to the room right away…” One of the apprentices noticed the ‘unhappy’ expression on the Prophet’s face, thinking that the Prophet was angry because of their laziness.

“sit down.”

The prophet repeated what he said just now, and then continued to stare at the performance of the mercenary on the screen, directly asking his inner doubts.

“Answer me, where is the fun of this game?”

[End of this Chapter]