A strange world

Chapter 1419 Chapter 53. "Champion Singer"

Archbishop Tomac was about to stand up: "I will make room for you young people."

"You're overthinking it. I'm looking for the Saint for something serious."

A serious business that couldn't be more serious.

"Laya is in the courtyard, go find her directly."

"Okay... By the way, how do you feel about the wheelchair and glasses? Is there anything you want to improve?"

“It’s amazing, I can’t find any faults with them.”

"That's good……"

Annan had already thought of a new advertising slogan: a flawless work that even the Archbishop could not find any flaws in.

Next, we can find an opportunity to let the archbishop be the spokesperson, and then there will be no need to worry about the sales of glasses and wheelchairs.

Annan stood on the periphery and admired for a while, and only walked over after the saint noticed him.

"Saint Laya, what do you think?"

"Idol?"

The lifeless courtyard suddenly became lively, as if there were birds and animals jumping among the flowers and tree branches.

It is a pleasure to listen to the saint speak.

After getting Annan's affirmation, the Saint's flawless face, like a marble relief, showed a hint of hesitation: "Sir Saint, if it's just about having a nice voice, there are many girls who are better than me..."

"But you're good-looking, and appearance is an essential part of being an idol."

Who wants to see Martin jumping around on the stage?

Hmm? Stage?

Annan's black eyes became brighter and brighter, and the saint couldn't help but take a half step back.

Annan, who didn't notice this, continued, "If you're worried that the archbishop won't agree, don't worry, I've already told him!"

Leia is very similar to Catalina, both of them have been staying in a cocoon since they can remember. The difference is that Catalina did it on her own initiative, while Leia's surroundings are closely related to the church.

The church's cognition is her cognition, and the church's rules are her rules.

Faced with the Son of God's request, Leia couldn't say "no", and not refusing was equivalent to "I do" in Annan.

"Very good. If it weren't for the fairness of the competition, I would have awarded the first place to you directly!"

"...A competition?"

"Yes, the competition."

In just a few minutes, Annan had come up with a rough outline of the competition in his mind: "We can hold a "Voice of Liberty City"... No, this name is too stingy, I need to think about it..."

"We can hold a singing competition and recruit contestants from all over the Allen Continent. Anyone who thinks they have a good voice can come and show off their singing skills, and finally select the champion with the most beautiful voice!"

Annan stared at the Saint: "It's a waste of talent to only hear your singing in the theater, so what else can be more talked about than a talent show, which can make others know you better and be a more suitable stage for you?"

“But I can’t sing…”

"That's not a problem. With your voice, even if you just recite a poem, there will be a lot of people voting for you."

If the saint were to recite some swear words, it might excite a certain group of people.

The saint was still in front of him, but Annan's consciousness had drifted to the talent show. He left the embassy in a hurry after saying "Have a good rest recently, take care of your throat, and be careful not to eat spicy or unknown foods."

…

Annan became more and more convinced that Martin was some kind of Son of the North.

How else to explain why inspiration comes to me whenever I think of him?

The previous one was a savings bank, and now it’s a talent show. Annan doesn’t dare to imagine what the future holds—

It took Annan, her elder sister and Olmedo half a day to perfect the rules of the talent show.

The name changed from "The Voice of Liberty City" to "Got Talent" to "Middle-earth Cup Singing Contest", and was finally finalized as "Champion Singer".

Annan was not selected for the "First Middle-earth Cup Singing Competition" that he had been coveted the most, but there was nothing he could do. The power was there, and if you didn't fight for it, others would, and then try to define you.

Third-rate politicians follow the rules, second-rate politicians manipulate the rules, and first-rate politicians make the rules.

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Annan holds the "Champion Singer" in his hands, which is equivalent to having the right to award the "Champion" - the value of the "Champion" is needless to say, Annan is invincible relying on the title of Champion Warlock given by the Empire.

Even the rat people took the "champion" title and used it. Although they abused it and created several champion armies...but those who can become champion rats are at least comparable to human masters, which is enough to show its value.

Although the champion singer is relatively unpopular - it is better to say that no one would rate this thing as the champion, and bards can't do it. But because of this, big forces look down on it, and small forces can't think of it.

And it seemed harmless: What? Liberty City dared to award the title of champion? What does champion singer mean... Oh, as long as he likes it.

As for how to make the title of "Champion Singer" as legitimate as other champions and valid throughout the entire Allen continent, it depends on the scale of "Champion Singer" and the lineup of contestants and judges.

Annan was not worried about the first two. The success of the 203 commercial streets and savings banks meant that every move of Liberty City was watched by other forces - or in other words, there were a large number of spies in Liberty City.

And there is also the saint as the foundation. The saint of Annan’s Fortune Church is the champion singer. Who would not admit it?

Although the status of the Saint makes it more than enough for her to sit on the judges' panel, Annan originally made this dish of dumplings for the Saint... Being a judge may gain a lot of fame, but how can it compare to the champion?

"The judges are easy to deal with. The three of us plus a few others will be enough."

Annan said lightheartedly, but was overruled by Olmedo.

"If you want "Champion Singer" to go beyond Liberty City and even Middle-earth, you have to cut ties with Liberty City."

"Still cutting?"

How come Liberty City is a blank sheet of paper? It takes on whatever color it touches.

Olmedo said helplessly: "The Empire held a continent-wide championship competition, but all the judges and referees were from the Empire... Do you think the competition was fair?"

"Even if the Empire is fair, will the loser really sincerely admit that he is inferior to others?"

Annan asked himself honestly, if he didn't win the championship, he would first blame the referee, then the empire, then the uneven ground, lack of sleep, cold hands, cheating by the opponent, and finally... blame himself for not being able to learn magic and fighting skills like the rich.

Blame yourself? How is that possible!

"I understand... It's fine for me to judge the awards for myself behind closed doors and let you be the judges, but if we want to make the competition open to the Allen Continent, it has to be 'international'."

"That's it."

Annan couldn't help but ponder, who should be the judge?

First of all, I am definitely qualified... Archbishop Tomac? He has enough status, but not enough relevance.