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Chapter 216 The Saint Wants to See the Monster Girl
Astrid was a little moved.

By participating in the show to spread the gospel, isn't that also spreading the faith of the Goddess?

It also fits in with the church's current plans, and the magic viewer is also part of the networking plan.

If she could attract more believers on the stage, it would be a small contribution to the goddess.

It's better than continuing to be this useless saint with only a title.

Astrid is very confident in her singing ability. She has been the lead singer of the church choir since she was a child.

The children's choir has long been a tradition of the church and enjoys a high reputation on the mainland.

Although I quit after I was 14, my basic skills are still there.

She is a girl, unlike boys. Many boys can no longer sing the songs they could sing when they were children after they grow up and their voices change.

For this reason, some opera companies will adopt talented orphan boys from an early age and have them surgically castrated just to preserve their natural voices.

Fortunately, she is a girl, and the difference before and after voice change is not as big as that of boys.

Her voice was one of the few things she was proud of. After all, as a saint, she had never communicated with the goddess and spent all day studying various church classics. She really didn't have any special skills.

Well, if being able to recite the entire Book of Denis the Apostle is considered a talent, then she can do something besides singing.

The fact that she could memorize the whole book was not because she was so devout, but because people who grew up in the church were only allowed to read so many books. This book was a bit like a travelogue, and it was the only one of all the classics that she found interesting.

I have read through several books over the past decade or so, and I have memorized them even though I don't want to.

But now when she is bored, she doesn't have to read books she has read many times. The magic video machine and the Internet are much more interesting than dry words on paper.

I finished watching today's Tom and Jerry with great satisfaction.

Astrid prepared to return to her little room to see which song would be suitable for her to perform on the show.

Not only is she a good singer, she also has the ability to compose. She has written many gospel songs over the years. The church's requirements for gospel songs are much more relaxed than those for hymns, and they do not need to be written according to strict rhythms, tones, or themes.

However, this does not mean that there are no requirements at all. The content should still focus on praising the church and expressing faith.

Of course, she also wrote songs whose contents were not easy to show to her brothers and sisters, and the music scores were secretly hidden under her bed. They were her little secret.

No one else knew about it except Grandma Lindsay, who raised her.

On the way back, she recalled this episode of animation in her mind.

Since she didn't have much time to watch the magic video machine, she developed the habit of recalling the plot in her mind, and sometimes even making changes to it to amuse herself.

When I watched today's episode, I didn't feel anything wrong. I just laughed foolishly for 8 minutes.

Looking back on it now, the more I think about it, the more I feel something is not right.

This episode tells the story of Jerry leaving his home in the country and coming to the prosperous Twin Towers City, where he encountered all kinds of troubles in the big city he had never seen before, and was almost caught by a wild cat in the slums. In the end, he escaped back to the country on a steam car.

Amid the prosperity of the Twin Towers City in the animation, there is always a sense of weirdness, as if there is always an invisible barrier that prevents Jerry from integrating into it.

Behind the funny look of the little mouse, there seems to be some sadness hidden.

Perhaps the artist who drew this animation episode felt the same way about the Twin Towers City.

If I am successfully selected for that program, I will also go to Shuangta City. I wonder if this strange city will accept me.

With her head full of thoughts, Astrid returned to her little room.

All the rooms of the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters are decorated in the same way, a small room of ten square meters with a table, a wardrobe and a small bed.

The small bookshelf is filled with books borrowed from the library.

Dappled sunlight shines through the goddess-shaped windows.

I didn’t think there was anything wrong with this kind of room at first, but then I saw an episode of the magic drama Prison Break on my magic viewer.

Then I looked at my own room and it seemed more like the prison cell in the drama.

So much so that I couldn’t sleep well afterwards.

I didn't feel better until I watched another magical movie about the life of a clerk.

Because the rooms where the clerks in the play live are similar to prison cells, and they have to pay rent.

At least her room was free.

Balanced instantly.

Pick up the violin, which is her composition tool.

Children who grow up in the church can choose a musical instrument as a hobby, and the church provides tutors.

She chose the violin because it was easy to carry, while her brothers and sisters who chose the organ had no place to play except in church.

And you don’t have to use your mouth, you can hum some lyrics while playing, which makes creation easier.

The only drawback is that the violin is really difficult to learn. People who chose other instruments can play simple melodies, but she has not yet "sawed" out a pleasing sound on the violin.

The tuning was simply done. The advantage of Tongzigong is that there is no need to use standard audio tools for tuning.

Astrid plans to write a new song to compete in Felin Good Songs.

The animation episode she just watched gave her some inspiration.

First, determine the simple chord progression based on your inner feelings, and then hum the melody following the chord accompaniment.

Anyway, when she writes songs, she is used to coming up with the melody first and then the lyrics.

In her opinion, the music part of a song is more important. It’s not that the lyrics are not important, but over-emphasizing the lyrics will limit the performance of the music and make it more like a poem.

When inspiration is abundant, writing songs is as easy as drinking water.

It's not like writing a gospel song as assigned by superiors. That's too difficult. I can't come up with a melody until the final deadline.

Astrid wrote quickly on the paper and soon had the general outline of the song finished.

Then filling in the lyrics was a bit difficult, as her native language was not a universal language, but she had to sing in a language that everyone could understand when she was on the show.

She was very troubled by the rhyme.

The final lyrics are barely acceptable, and some of the words are a bit incoherent, but that's okay, her level of common language only allows her to write this kind of lyrics.

It turns out that when writing lyrics, people can write anything weird just to make them rhyme.

At worst, we can just say it is art. Everything that cannot be explained can be said to be for art.

At this time, even the incomprehensible parts seem high-end.

After writing, she stood up and tried to sing it. The melody was very difficult, and her little thoughts were hidden in it.

Since it is a competition, the more difficult the song is, the more likely it is to conquer the audience.

When she used to go out with the choir to spread the gospel, even if the audience didn't understand what was good about her solo songs, they would applaud as long as there were some amazing high notes.

It wasn't easy to finish the song, but she still performed it very well.

However, there was no happy expression on his face.

I was too excited to pay attention when I wrote it, but now that I sing it, I realize that both the lyrics and the melody are a bit negative.

The songs of the church must be positive and uplifting.

Maybe it was influenced by that episode of the anime.

She really liked the song she had just written, but it was destined to be a song she could not perform on stage.

Being seen by the church through the magic camera would almost certainly lead to punishment.

"Clap, clap, clap." There was a sudden burst of applause behind me.

Astrid turned her head suddenly and looked, feeling very panicked. She was afraid that she would be discovered before she even started performing.

When he saw who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Grandma Lindsay, you scared me."

"Sorry, I noticed you left the door open," Grandma Lindsay said apologetically.

She is one of the saints of the previous generation. Retired saints will remain in the church and take on the task of training new people.

She was the one who brought up Astrid, and she was no different from a grandmother and granddaughter. She was also the only one who knew about Astrid's secret little creations.

Creations always need appreciators. If Astrid couldn't sing those songs to her grandmother, she would be depressed sooner or later and lose her passion for creation. Fortunately, an audience is still an audience.

"I thought it was someone else."

"This song is beautiful." Grandma Lindsay praised sincerely.

"What's the point of sounding good if you can't perform on stage."

Astrid was like a frost-bitten eggplant. She threw her violin on the bed and sat down on the chair dejectedly.

"Oh, our little lark finally wants to return to the stage. I'm so happy for you. With your ability, you can join any choir as the lead singer. Your voice is simply a treasure bestowed by the goddess."

Grandma Lindsay always felt sorry for Astrid's quitting the choir.

Tone is something that is completely gifted, beautiful and recognizable, and it is what many people dream of.

Many singers with excellent singing skills cannot become solo singers because their voices are not prominent enough, and they can only be part of the harmony.

You can practice singing skills, but you can’t change the tone.

"It's not a choir, it's a show on Magic Vision," Astrid said.

She should probably only be able to sing gospel songs that she doesn't like that much on the show.

"Oh, so that's how it is," Grandma Lindsay immediately understood what was going on, and then said, "Why don't you ask for His advice? If He allows, no one can blame you for your problem."

Astrid looked at her grandmother, who didn't look like she was joking.

"Grandma, you know I don't have the talent to hear the words of the goddess."

Although the goddess has been missing for hundreds of years and no one's prayers were answered, she only reappeared twice not long ago. No matter how you look at it, it's the goddess's fault.

But as a member of the church, I certainly cannot disobey. I can only say that I don’t have the talent.

"Why not give it a try?" Grandma Lindsay said encouragingly, "She has awakened again, hasn't she? A goddess who responds to her people is a good goddess."

"Grandma!" Astrid was so frightened by her grandma's words that she jumped up from her chair. She quickly covered her grandma's mouth and looked around to see if anyone else heard it.

Anyone who dares to question whether the goddess is a good goddess will be caught and brought to the court without any trial and will be sentenced directly.

"Don't worry, He won't be angry over such a small matter." Grandma Lindsay took Astrid's hand away and comforted her.

“I’m not afraid of Him getting angry.”

"Go to the prayer room and give it a try. Maybe you will get a response." Grandma looked seriously at her child who was not her granddaughter but was more like her.

"Ok."

Astrid also mustered up the courage because her prayers over the years had never been answered, and she had a psychological trauma about praying.

But now, in order to sing her favorite songs on the big stage, she came to the prayer room again.

It’s just no response, what’s the big deal? I’ve been ignored enough times, it’s time to get used to it.

Pushing open the door of the prayer room, the furnishings inside are very simple.

If it is a place for prayer for the pastor, it is a small dark cubicle.

The place where one prays to the goddess is a statue and a kneeling pad, nothing else.

Normally, one should be calm when praying, but Astrid couldn't do that now. She knelt uneasily on the cushion and stated her difficulties.

The seconds ticked by, and like thousands of times before, there was no response.

Astrid looked at the statue and even had the evil thought of smashing it.

She felt that the goddess was like an irresponsible mother who abandoned her helpless child.

Just as he was about to get up and leave in disappointment, several runes suddenly condensed in front of the statue.

Astrid's eyes widened in shock, although she had never seen such a sight, she had read in countless church texts that this was the holy words of the goddess in response to requests.

The so-called Holy Word is a message spell that will be attached to the person praying and can be displayed at any time.

Now there are only a few old elves left in the church who are enchanted by this spell.

There are people with evil intentions who want to try to imitate this magic and gain absolute power in the church.

However, all the imitations ended in failure. This little message is a ten-ring one.

Astrid looked at the content of the message.

"allow."

Just this one word.

She soon realized that she was going to be an important figure in the church.

All holy words are recorded in scriptures, usually in the format of "God said" followed by a long string of words.

What is said must be very detailed to avoid being misinterpreted.

And leaving only one "permission" has never happened.

Astrid tried to understand if this meant that the final say over what was permitted fell to her, the bearer of the Word.

Although she can only explain it once, it will always be a deterrent as long as she doesn't use it.

Saints are allowed to keep the content of their prayers secret.

She left the prayer room dazed and looked at Grandma Lindsay who was waiting outside.

"How is it?" grandma asked with concern. Perhaps because she was as nervous as she was, she was a little out of breath.

Astrid did not answer, but directly displayed the Holy Word.

Grandma Lindsay was also stunned, and was silent for a moment before she said, "Wow, at least you can go to the show now, right?"

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In the courtyard of the Twin Towers City Cathedral, the teleportation array emitted a dazzling light.

Two rows of paladins came out, first forming a line to stand guard, and then Astrid appeared with Grandma Lindsay.

The deputy priest of Shuangta City immediately brought a group of people to welcome the newly conferred chief saint.

If the Bishop of Twin Towers City was not still studying in the Holy City, he would be the one coming to greet them now.

"There's no need for a welcoming ceremony," Astrid said first.

She is not yet fully accustomed to her position as the chief.

"Yes," replied the deacon, "your carriage for the concert is ready."

"Thank you."

Astrid nodded. There was still some time before the show started, so she came to Twin Towers City in advance. In addition to wanting to take her grandmother out for some fun, she also saw a preview of a concert on Magic Vision.

It is a performance jointly prepared by all the mentors of Feilin Good Songs.

It can be regarded as a warm-up and a demonstration of the tutor's level.

She was very curious about this, especially about the spider elf that she had never seen in the magic vision.

Who wouldn't be interested in a performance by a legendary terrifying creature?

(End of this chapter)