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Chapter VI Registration Ceremony

 Since the physical fitness of the game characters is much stronger than in reality, many players like to rush like this when the server first starts, and Xia Yuan does the same.

Judging from the time in my memory, there is still quite some time before the official launch of the server.

If those two people are indeed players, it proves one thing:

Now is probably the time when the closed beta is about to begin!

But this raises another question: Is this world real?

"Mysterious Era" is a highly realistic and immersive virtual game. The NPCs in the game are also very intelligent and no different from real people.

Xia Yuan couldn't tell for a moment whether he had traveled to the real world or the world of the game.

He tried calling the system panel, but of course there was no response.

But this is still not convincing enough. The NPC is not a player, so it is reasonable even if there is no panel.

So Xia Yuan thought of another way to prove it.

In the previous life, in order to pass the review, the game characters must have a pair of pants that could not be taken off, and the female characters also had an extra top that could not be taken off.

Even NPCs are no exception to this!

Countless players who have more than enough ambition but lack the energy "affectionately" call them Sigh Sets.

He secretly moved his little hands and checked himself.

Fortunately, it is not flat, the Sighing Pants do not exist.

But what happened to those two people?

Before he could continue to think, the carriage shook slightly and it seemed that he had reached his destination.

The scenery in front of me began to change. The noise of the crowd seemed to ring in my ears. The ceiling of the carriage that originally occupied half of my sight was replaced by a starry night. Two strange and familiar full moons hung high in the sky.

Silver Moon—Savien! Purple Moon—Amis!

Xia Yuan closed his eyes and sighed quietly, with mixed feelings in his heart.

It wasn't until this moment that he truly had a sense of time travel.

But having said that, this place always feels familiar. Where are they taking me?

………

In the evening, the registration ceremony was held as scheduled in the upper town of Kallas City.

People who had already received the news rushed into the white square in front of the city lord's palace, and the huge square with a radius of dozens of hectares was almost filled with crowds.

The registration ceremony is a ceremony that can only be held when a new direct descendant is born in the royal family and the four major duke families. It is usually held in the capital of the family's province.

This is an opportunity for common people to get to know the new members of the family. The newborn will officially receive his own name in the spotlight.

At that time, the royal envoys and the nobles who have received invitations will come to watch the ceremony.

There is an unwritten rule circulating among the upper echelons of the Gloria Empire:

Only newborns who have undergone the registration ceremony can truly be regarded as formal members of the four major families or the royal family, and are recognized by the aristocratic circles of the upper class of the empire.

Illegitimate children who have not experienced the registration ceremony will not be accepted by the upper class circles even if they are lucky enough to be recognized by their families in the future.

The majestic trapezoidal platform stands in the center of the square. It covers an area of ​​one hectare and can reach a height of dozens of feet. The main body is made of a whole piece of white dome rock.

The celebrating crowd surrounded the high platform on three levels outside and on three levels, waiting noisily.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the main gate of the city lord's palace opened wide. A group of fully armed guards led the way, followed closely by a guard of honor in gorgeous armor. Wherever they passed, the crowds split to both sides like a tide.

The invited nobles, big and small, climbed onto the high platform one by one, gathered in small circles in twos and threes, and chatted in low voices. Spellcasters in dark blue robes were scattered throughout the high platform, making final preparations for the upcoming ceremony.

About half a magic hour later, Duke Kallas' car, a luxurious carriage pulled by four white bright unicorns, and two other chariots of the same specifications, slowly drove out from the city lord's palace.

The sides of the ornately carved black and gold carriage are branded with the windy crystal bird emblem of the Olivierdi family.

If there are scholars who are proficient in magical heraldry present, they will definitely be able to recognize the meaning of the eternal crown pattern that surrounds the coat of arms and exudes a faint light:

An ancient family that has been passed down for thousands of years has given birth to more than four ninth-level people, including at least one ninth-level ultimate. It has an extremely prominent history and is still at its peak!

Three carriages stopped in front of the high platform. Leonard, who was well-dressed, got out of the driving seat of the leading vehicle and opened the door for Duke Carrot.

Today, the Duke put on a classic black magic dress and top hat, with a white gold embroidered wavy scarf on his chest.

He stepped out of the car, walked to the door of the second car, and extended his right hand to the car gracefully. The engraved secret gold cufflinks shone in the moonlight.

A slender hand wearing long lace gloves stretched out from the car and placed it on the Duke's hand. The elegantly dressed figure slowly walked out of the car and smiled at the Duke.

The Duchess wore a pure white dress with complicated decorations. She elegantly stretched out her arms wrapped in white lace for Duke Carlot to hold.

The long skirt floats slightly under the influence of magic to avoid contact with the ground and dust.

After getting off the bus were the courtesy from the royal family, and the three descendants of the Duke who came back from their respective territories - the eldest son Raymont, the second son Evan, and the third daughter Alanis.

The group of people slowly climbed onto the high platform, and the guards and honor guards on both sides raised their guns and saluted.

On the high platform, the blue-robed spellcasters completed their final inspections and gathered in a queue at the top of the high platform.

In front of many mages, Isido, the chief of the Olivendi family mage group and the eighth-level transformation school mage, stood quietly.

He wore a black robe with silver patterns, and held a staff about two meters long in his right hand. The straight body of the staff exuded a silver-gray metallic luster, and the top of the staff was inlaid with a large purple clear crystal.

Under the two-color moonlight, the brilliance refracted by the crystal and the faint light of the robe pattern intersect, shining with strange and colorful colors.

Seeing the Duke and others ascending the high platform, Isidore handed the staff to his left hand, and with his free right hand, he made three dots on the equilateral triangle on his chest, performing impeccable mage etiquette.

The Duke and Duchess also returned the mage's salute, while the royal envoy raised his hat slightly with his left hand, pressed his right hand on his chest with his cane, bowed his head slightly, and performed a royal courtesy.

With the arrival of everyone, the ceremony officially began.

Erica hugged Xia Yuan, who was still confused, and walked towards the center of the high platform, where a three-story stone round platform was placed. The higher you go up, the smaller the top area of ​​the round platform becomes.

On the top of the uppermost round platform, 327 silver-black lines exuding a mysterious atmosphere outline a multi-layered nested strange star pattern. The middle and lower floors and the sides of the round platform are densely covered with mysterious silver runes.

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She gently placed the newborn baby in the center of the round platform. The silver-black star lit up as she moved, and the runes around it also began to alternately light up and off.

After she stepped aside, Isidor took a step forward, raised his staff high, and his deep and hoarse voice enveloped the entire high platform.

"The ceremony begins!"

The mage queues on both sides began to chant at the same time, and the sounds of obscure and ancient mantras converged into a mysterious melody.

The suppressed magic wave spread in all directions, and a strange atmosphere rose from the top of the platform and spread to the entire square.

This ceremony is not only to confirm the identity, but also to greatly strengthen the newborn. The reason why the registration ceremony is held on the night of the full moon is to take advantage of the beauty of the double moon.

The highly condensed moonlight is mild in nature and can greatly improve the qualifications of newborns.

The only drawback is that each newborn can only receive the bi-monthly blessing once, and the second time will not have any effect.

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