Chapter 6
2021-04-08
Chapter 6 Registration Ceremony
Because the physical fitness of the game characters is far stronger than reality, many players have just started the server I always like to travel like this, and so does Xia Yuan.
Judging from the time in memory, there is still quite some time before the official launch of the server.
If those two are indeed players, that proves one thing:
Now is probably the time when the closed beta is about to start!
But this raises another question: is this world real?
“Mysterious Era” is a highly realistic immersive virtual game. The NPCs in the game are also extremely intelligent, which is no different from daoist.
Xia Yuan couldn’t judge for a while, whether he had traveled to the real world or the world of the game.
He tried calling the system panel, but as it should be by rights there was no response.
But this is still not enough convincing, NPC is not a player, even if there is no panel, it is reasonable.
So, Xia Yuan thought of another way to prove it.
In the past life, in order to pass the trial, the game character must have a pair of pants that cannot be taken off, and the female character must have an additional shirt that cannot be taken off.
This is no exception for NPCs!
They are “kindly” called sigh suits by countless players who are more than enough.
He moved his hands secretly and checked himself.
Fortunately, it’s not flat, the pants of sighs don’t exist.
But what happened to those two people?
Without waiting for him to continue thinking, the carriage trembled slightly, as if it had reached its destination.
The scenery in front of me began to change, the noise of the crowd seemed to ring in my ears, the roof of the carriage that originally occupied half of the line of sight was replaced by the starry night, and two strangely familiar full moons hung high in the sky.
Silver Moon – Sevien! Purple Moon – Amis!
Xia Yuan closed her eyes, sighed silently, and had mixed feelings in her heart.
It wasn’t until this moment that he really had a real sense of time travel.
But then again, I always feel familiar here, where are they taking me?
………
In the evening, the registration ceremony was held as scheduled in the Upper Town of Karlas City.
People who had already received the news poured into the white square in front of City Lord’s Mansion, and the huge Grand Plaza with a radius of dozens of hectares was almost crowded with people.
The registration ceremony is a ceremony that can only be held if a new direct descendant is born in the royal family and the four major duke families. Usually held in the capital of the family province.
This is an opportunity for commoners to meet new members of the family, and the newborns will officially receive their own names in the brilliance of the focal point of ten thousands.
At that time, the envoys of the royal family and the nobles who received the invitations will come to watch the ceremony.
In the upper echelons of the Gloria Empire, there is an unwritten rule:
Only newborns who have undergone a registration ceremony are truly considered Four Great Families or full members of the royal family. Recognized by the upper-class aristocratic circles of the empire.
The illegalimate child who has not experienced the registration ceremony, even if he is lucky enough to be recognized by the family in the future, will not be accepted by the upper circle.
The towering trapezoidal platform stands in the center of the square, covering an area of one hectare and reaching a height of tens of feet.
The festive crowd surrounded the high platform on three floors and three floors outside, waiting loudly.
At eight o’clock in the evening, the main entrance of City Lord’s Mansion opened wide, and a team of fully armed guards led the way, and the honor guard in gorgeous armor followed closely from behind. Wherever they passed, the crowd spread to both sides like a tide.
The invited nobles, big and small, ascended the high platform in turn, gathered in small groups into a small circle, and chatted in a low voice. Sorcerers in dark blue robes are scattered around the high platform, making final preparations for the upcoming ceremony.
About half an hour later, Duke Karlas’ car, a luxurious carriage pulled by four white bright unicorns, and two other chariots of exactly the same size, from City Lord’s Drive slowly out of the Mansion.
The ornately sculpted black golden carriages are flanked by the Howling Crystal Bird coat of arms of the Olivendi family.
If a scholar who is proficient in magic heraldry is present, they will be able to recognize the meaning of the eternal crown pattern that surrounds the coat of arms all around and exudes faint rays of light:
Inheritance The Ancient Family for thousands of years has produced more than four ninth ranks, including at least one ninth rank limit, which has an extremely prominent history and is still in its heyday!
Three carriages parked in front of the high platform, and Leonard, dressed neatly, stepped down from the driver’s seat of the lead car and opened the door for Duke Karrot.
Today, the Duke changed into a classic black magic gown and top hat, with a white gold-embroidered wavy scarf on the chest.
He stepped out of the car, walked to the door of the second car, and gracefully extended his right hand into the car, the engraved Mithril cufflinks glistening in the moonlight.
Slender hands in long lace gloves stretched out of the car and rested on the Duke’s hands. The well-dressed and luxurious silhouette walked out of the carriage slowly and smiled slightly to the Duke.
The Duchess wore an intricately embellished long white dress, and she gracefully stretched out her arms wrapped in white lace, which Duke Karrot held.
The long skirt floats slightly under the action of magic, avoiding contact with the ground and dust.
Then who got off the bus was the courtesy from the royal family and the three descendants of the duke who came back from their respective territories-eldest son Remont, second son Evan, and third daughter Alanis.
The entire group slowly ascended the high platform, and the guards and honor guards standing in great numbers raised their guns and saluted.
Above the platform, the blue robe sorcerers finished their final inspection and gathered into a queue at the top of the platform.
In front of many mages, Isidore, chief of the Olivendi family magistrates, Eighth Rank Change School Archmage, stood quietly.
He wears a black-ground silver-patterned robe and holds a staff about two meters long in his right hand. The straight body exudes a silver-gray metallic luster, and the top of the stick is inlaid with a huge purple crystal.
Under the double-colored moonlight, the brilliance of the crystal refracted and the dim light of the robe’s lines intersected, flashing strange and colorful colors.
Seeing the duke and the others ascend the high platform, Isidore handed the staff to his left hand, and his free right hand dashed three times on the equilateral triangle on his chest, performing an impeccable mage etiquette.
The duke and the duchess also used the mage salute, while the envoys of the royal family raised their top hats with their left hands, pressed the right hand of holding a cane to their chests, and bowed their heads slightly, performing a royal courtesy.
With the arrival of everyone, ceremony officially began.
Erica carried Xia Yuan, who was still in doubt, and walked towards the center of the high platform, where a three-story stone round platform was placed. The further up you go, the smaller the top area of the cone.
On the top of the top round table, there are 327 silver black lines exuding mysterious atmosphere, which outline a multi-layer nested strange awn star design. The middle and lower layers and the side of the round table are Densely covered with mysterious silver rune.
She gently placed the newborn in the center of the round table, the silver black glow star lit up with her movements, and the rune all around also began to alternately glow on and off.
When she stepped aside, Isidore took a step forward, raised his staff high, and a low, hoarse voice enveloped the entire platform.
“Ceremony Begins!”
The mage queues on both sides began to chant at the same time, and the sound of obscure and ancient incantations converged into a mysterious melody.
The suppressed magic wave spreads to all directions, a strange atmosphere rises from the top of the high platform and spreads out to the whole square.
This ceremony is not only to confirm the identity, but also a huge reinforcement for the newborn. The reason why the registration ceremony was held on the night of the full moon was to take advantage of the splendor of the two moons.
The highly condensed moonlight is mild in nature and can greatly enhance the aptitude of newborns.
The only fly in the ointment is that each newborn can only receive one bimonthly blessing, the second time will have no effect.
Goo——→recommended ticket
(end of this chapter)