A strange world

Chapter 1421 55. Plagiarism

《Sing whenever you want, sing loudly! 》

[Do you want to be a superstar? Do you want to get close to Annan? Do you want to compete with opera singers from all over the Allen Continent? Do you want to be the first singer to win the championship?

The opportunity has come!

"Champion Singer" was created with great efforts by Annan Reeves, the King of the North, Champion Warlock, Lord of Liberty City, Squire of the Holy Grail Knight, and Son of the Church of Wealth. It is open to all people with aspirations across the continent.

Whether you are a human or an elf, an orc or a dwarf, a dragon or a goblin, a ratman or a ghost.

Whether you are a lord or a beggar, a bard or a child, a mute or a disabled person.

As long as you have a dream, as long as you can speak, as long as you think you have a beautiful voice, as long as you want to have the title of champion, you can go to the local commercial street to sign up for the audition. All those who are selected will receive a free postcard signed by Annan.

Worried about not having enough money? There is no registration fee for this competition, and a dessert and snack lounge is provided for participants to recover.

Those who pass the audition will have their travel and accommodation expenses to and from Liberty City to participate in the "Champion Singer" competition reimbursed free of charge.

The final winner will receive the title of champion singer personally presented by Annan Reeves!

Yves Saint Laurent 1003, "Champion Singer" will be a blast in January! 】

"Champion... singer?"

In the eastern part of Middle-earth, in the city of Santa Clara, known as the capital of art, in the study on the third floor of the Amber Opera House, the owner of the theater, Sir Turkinson, read with interest.

"That warlock has extended his hand to more places..." said a man with a classical temperament sitting on the sofa in front of the window.

"You are too pessimistic, Bean. If he, a barbarian from the north, can do it, why can't we?"

The man called Bean looked out the window at the white tower standing in the distance. "They don't even let us take magic pictures. How can they hold a competition?"

"no the same."

Sir Turkinson sneered: "The old antiques are unwilling to shoot magic images because they are worried about being embarrassed and afraid that their actors will get out of control. But this "Champion Singer" is like a slap in their faces. Unless they want to sit back and watch their rights being taken away by Liberty City, they can't just sit there and watch."

Binn sighed, "Since you said so, take me with you."

Later, Sir Turkinson, Bean and several theater owners who were lured by him on the pretext of "We can't let that warlock snatch away such a good opportunity" came to the ivory tower, which is known as the palace of art, while the old antiques were in a meeting.

Just before the servant closed the door, he saw Sir Turkinson stride towards the long table and throw the newspaper in front of everyone...

…

Three days later, the front page headline of Santa Clara's "Art Newspaper" announced that Santa Clara would hold an "Opera Contest" in January.

For the authorities in Santa Clara City, whose average age was over 60, this was considered a quick move. However, compared to Liberty City, which was open to all races from all continents, they only required that the contestants must be opera singers or recommended by nobles.

But the prize for the champion is the same—the title itself.

The two places announced the holding of the competition at the same time, and offered the championship title as a reward, which caused a lot of discussion for a while.

Some people say that Santa Clara copied Liberty City, while others say that Liberty City copied Santa Clara.

"Idiot, it was obviously Liberty City that announced it first."

"Idiot, how do you know that Liberty City didn't steal this idea from Santa Clara City?"

Some people say that the empire is mobilizing and the war in the north is about to break out, but they are still living a life of drunkenness and dreams!

"There's a war going on up ahead, but they're just playing around!"

"Why do you care about other people? The rat infestation has always existed in the South, but aren't there still nobles busy making money and playing with women?"

But most people were just watching the fun.

In terms of value, it is naturally Santa Clara. Although Liberty City is known as the first city, it is inevitably labeled as too young compared to the long-established Santa Clara.

Annan knew that other forces had intervened because commercial streets in various places reported that the number of people who passed the "Champion Singer" auditions had dropped sharply.

At first he thought his requirements were too high - but as long as the contestants were not tone-deaf, they would be passed. Besides, why would a contestant who had already passed be allowed to give up his qualification?

"What's the origin of that city of Santa Clara?" Annan had never heard of it before.

Olmedo replied: "It is recognized as a city of art."

"Oh~" Annan drew out a long tone, pretending to know, and then commented: "Nothing to be afraid of."

Olmedo raised an eyebrow slightly at Annan's tone.

Annan continued: "Times have changed. The old guys sitting on the shabby trains can only draw the curtains and shake their bodies to pretend that the train is still moving."

"But we have to admit that the right to speak has always been in their hands."

“We have 203 commercial streets, but the voice of the City of Arts is not as loud as it is?”

"The right to speak is not about who has the loudest voice, but who has more authority. Santa Clara is seen as a city of art, so it is naturally more authoritative than us in people's eyes. Unless their authority is broken, people will only be superstitious about authority."

"I mean, to break this authority..."

"That's right. Instead of improving yourself, it's better to attack others."

Olmedo laughed angrily.

Fortunately, Annan is not a real warmonger - at least it is not time for him to start a war.

“Can we get the Church of Wealth to put pressure on us?”

"Yes, but it won't be very useful."

When it comes to the issue of discourse power, the city of Santa Clara will not let go.

“What about inviting Madeline Jenkins?”

"Maybe there's a chance of arm wrestling."

It seems that Madeline Jenkins really plays a big role.

“Where are the people we went to lobby for?”

…

In the VIP room of the Starry Opera House in Franks City, the crystal chandelier casts tiny spots of light on the scarlet velvet curtain. Madeline Jenkins leans on the soft cushions, wearing a silver skirt, and listens quietly to the envoy in front of her.

"...Lord Annan said that you are the one who knows how to make a rose bloom from the mud, so you are the best candidate for the judges seat!"

"You're done?"

Madeline Jenkins raised her gray-blue eyes, and the mockery in them gave the messenger a sense of foreboding.

"Tell your warlock lord who can't tell a bow from a hilt that I won't participate in his childish game of house."