Miss Torturer just wants to fish

But no matter what the principle is, after confirming that this is not really an "audience vote", but a complete shady and black-box operation...

Rose is very concerned about the final result.

Because this is the result of an overall calculation.

Then, there will be something like a "formula".

At least "standard".

Finding out about this "standard" is very helpful for Rose to deliberately fail in the future.

Especially with Yi doing such a bad job, Rose wants to see how much her "score" is.

Yes, the so-called "how many audiences approved" is actually a score in Rose's view.

Even in essence, it is a different way of saying, more ceremonial scoring.

After all, the civilization of the Ailuo tribe has not really simulated hundreds of virtual souls.

In essence, this is still a statement of a certain "core".

Under Rose's expectation, the communication soon subsided.

Rose knew that this was the "calculation" drawing to a close.

As she expected...

The next moment, the magic synthesizer sounded.

"Yi, your 'skill' has been voted by the audience..."

"636 votes, pass!"

"Pass rate, 91.907%!"

"Congratulations, you have obtained a trial certificate and entered the second round of assessment!"

This result only made Yi nodded.

"Sure enough."

She said calmly, as if she was not surprised by this result.

Although it was her first time playing a musical instrument, Yi felt...

Folk music is also something I am interested in.

Although the enthusiasm is a little worse than that of the sword, it is still a pastime.

Sure enough, going out for a walk more is also good for yourself.

she thought to herself.

"It really is a ghost!"

But the other four obviously couldn't accept this result, and after being stunned for a moment, Lalea cursed directly.

Joan and Julie were even more thinking about whether they should just fight if they were drawn next.

Everyone has confirmed one thing from Yi's performance...

That is, the judging criteria for this level are definitely out of order due to disrepair!

If this is not the case, it can only mean that the souls of the Ailuo race that have been simulated are one by one.

They have every reason to suspect that the people of the Ailuo tribe are all seriously ill.

After all, which normal race would think that it was a skill of "reaching the pinnacle"?

Enough of the shocking part!

But this outrageous level is like treating concentrated acid and granite as a delicacy. There is absolutely no race... er, at least no race on the main plane would do this!

At the same time, Rose was also confused.

She was even more shocked because she knew that this thing was not actually a virtual soul scoring.

The pass rate of "91.9%" is actually the core of the self-discipline guard of the Ailuo tribe who controls the trial, giving a score of 91.9 points.

Rose was a little lost on the standard.

If it is a reverse scoring system, the worse the worse the higher...

Rose thinks this thing deserves 100 points.

At least 95 points.

So she doesn't quite know what the standard of "reaching the pinnacle and shocking people" and the standard of "extremely good at skills" are all about.

Since there is a "standard" and can be quantified, then this standard will not be purely subjective.

If you act rashly, it is very likely that you will pass with a high score.

But if you don't show it... What if your own rating is normal again?

And what if the skills he acquired are completely incompetent?

At that time, I will also be forced to mess up and pass directly, then it will be a bad thing!

After thinking about it, Rose made a decision.

I have to look at another person!

And among the three remaining teammates, there were some who really planned to be the second to play.

"Senior, this trial is very weird... So, let me help you find out!"

Julie, go to the silver doll in the center circle!

442 Let's dance, Miss Julie

After obtaining the certificate of the trial, Yi quickly left the central circle under the space teleportation.

The silver puppet still maintained a posture that seemed to be frozen when dancing, and made a sound of magic synthesis.

"So... the next participant, are you ready?"

Before the magical synthetic sound fell, Julie had already stepped into the most central area.

"I come."

As she spoke so earnestly, the arms of Baiyin's self-discipline guard trembled slightly.

Then, the voice sounded.

"Julie, the content of your skill assessment is—"

"traditional dance."

The magic synthesis sound sounded, and the entire "hall"-like building instantly darkened.

The circle of tables in the middle suddenly spread out a lot.

The relative space also becomes larger, becoming like a "stage".

A soft light that is not dazzling pours down from the dome, illuminating the stage that suddenly appeared on this side.

At the same time, in the light, faint magic power and magic essence also linked together, forming strips of light, which attached to Julie's body.

And those translucent ribbon-like rays of light are intertwined, forming the shape of a skirt.

This girl in plain, close-fitting stalker costume has transformed into the most eye-catching famous actor in the opera house.

The long skirt made of magic power dragged the white light of the stars, as if cutting out a section of the Milky Way and weaving it into a dance skirt.

Wrapped in this galaxy dress, Julie showed a somewhat confused expression.

"Dancing...?"

She whispered, a little puzzled.

Rose looked at Julie's reaction, and looked at Joan who was aside.

"She can't dance at all, can she?"

Rose asked tentatively.

If that's the case, perhaps the rules for selecting the content of this trial should be said to be "best at" skills, and in fact it will choose skills that you don't understand or are good at at all.

Joan, however, shook her head.

"No, on the contrary... She should be very good at dancing."

"Because this kid was a 'slave' in the troupe before he became a mercenary."

Hearing this, Lalea showed a clear expression.

"As expected of Nan Suotuya, as long as everyone's life experience is carefully analyzed, there are disgusting parts."

She made no secret of her malice towards the United Kingdom of South Sotua, so she said.

"Yes, Julie was only 12 at the time."

Joan said so, showing a memory face.

"It was me and the leader who rescued her."

Speaking of this, Joan's poker face also showed a trace of killing intent.

Obviously, Joan was dissatisfied with the skill selection of the Ailuo tribe for this trial.

This is undoubtedly uncovering Jolie's scars.

But this is no surprise.

Since the last trial, everyone has been very clear.

One of the themes of this "Trial" of the Ailuo tribe is to change the way to disgust you.

It is said to be a "skill trial", but in fact, the content of Yi's trial has already confirmed one point.

It's not a test of skill at all.

To put it bluntly, the soul trial didn't really test the soul just now.

Julie on the stage gently closed her eyes.

Joan can recall her origin, and this girl is naturally very clear about her own experience.

That was indeed a painful memory for her.

"call--"

Julie let out a long breath.

She has been practicing dancing since she has skills.

It is said to be a "theater troupe", but in fact, it is no different from a circus.

I am a "slave".

The United Kingdom of South Sotua was the latest country on the mainland to abolish the slave trade, so until now, the habit of buying and selling slaves is still prevalent in many cities.

Young girls are the most popular and the most supplied items.

It is the most common thing to be bought into an adventure group, or to be bought back to a noble's family and become a servant.

Julie was also supposed to be a servant in the first place.

It's just that her excellent reflexes and flexibility made her a more advanced slave.

But it doesn't make a difference either.

Imprisoned in a gorgeous dance skirt, dancing mechanically on that unfamiliar stage, he became the object of appreciation for those rich and powerful adults after dinner.

The theater is elegant, the repertoire is classic, the audience is noble, the dance is beautiful...

Only the dancing self is out of tune with everything.

When she stepped off the stage, she only had poor linen clothes and a dark and small room.

Her future is to dance day after day until she dies of exhaustion on the stage, or becomes the private collection of some big shot.

This is her established life trajectory.

It's just that Joan's appearance broke everything.