Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes Chapter 6

　　Because the physical fitness of the game characters is far stronger than reality, many players like to hurry up like this when they first start the server, and Xia Yuan is also.

　　 Judging from the time in memory, there is still a considerable period of time before the official start of the server.

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

　　 It is very likely that the closed beta will start soon!

　　 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, no different from real people.

　　 Xia Yuan couldn't judge for a while, whether he had crossed into the real world or the world of the game.

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

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

　　 So Xia Yuan thought of another way of proof.

　　 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 also has an extra coat that cannot be taken off.

　　 This is no exception even for NPC!

　　 Countless players who are more than minded but lack energy "kindly" call them sigh suits.

　　 He moved his little hand secretly and checked himself.

　　 Fortunately, it is not flat, the pants of sighs do not exist.

　　 But what happened to those two people?

　　 Without waiting for him to continue thinking, the carriage shook slightly, as if it had reached its destination.

　　 The scenery in front of him began to change, the noise of the crowd seemed to sound in his ears, the ceiling of the carriage that had half the sight of the carriage was replaced by the starry night, and two rounds of strange and familiar moons were high in the sky.

　　Silver Moon—Sevien! Purple Moon-Amis!

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

　　 It wasn't until this moment that he really had a sense of crossing.

　　 But then again, I always feel familiar here, where are they taking me?

　　 On the fifteenth of the glorious month, in the evening, the naming ceremony was held as scheduled in the upper city of Kallas.

　　 The people who had already received the news poured into the white square in front of the city lord's mansion. The huge square with a radius of tens of hectares was almost filled with crowds.

The 　　 naming ceremony is a ceremony that only the royal family and the four duke families have born new direct descendants to be eligible to hold. Usually held in the capital of the family province.

　　 This is an opportunity for common people to get to know new members of the family. Newborn babies will be officially given their own names in the brilliance that has attracted much attention.

　　 At that time, the emissaries of the royal family and the nobles who received the invitation letter will come to observe the ceremony.

　　 There is an unwritten rule in the upper layers of the Gloria Empire:

　　 Only the newborns who have accepted the naming ceremony can be regarded as official members of the four major families or royal families, and are recognized by the upper-class aristocratic circles of the empire.

　　 An illegitimate child who has not experienced the naming ceremony, even if he is lucky enough to be recognized by the family in the future, he will not be accepted by the upper circle.

　　 The towering trapezoidal high platform stands in the center of the square. It covers an area of ​​one hectare and can reach several tens of feet in height. The main body is made of a block of pure white cloud obsidian.

　　 The crowd of celebrations surrounded the high platform on three and three floors, and waited noisily.

　　 At eight o'clock in the evening, the main gate of the city lord's mansion opened wide, and a group of heavily armed guards cleared the way first, followed by a guard of honor in ornate armor. Wherever it passes, the crowd splits on both sides like a tide.

　　 The invited nobles and nobles stepped onto the high platform one by one, gathered in small circles in twos and threes, and talked in a low voice. The casters in dark blue robes are scattered around the high platform, making the final preparations for the upcoming ceremony.

　　 After about half a magic hour, the car of the Duke of Karllas, a luxurious carriage pulled by four white bright unicorns, and two other wheels of exactly the same specifications, slowly drove out of the city lord's mansion.

　　 The two sides of the beautifully carved black and gold carriages are branded with the dignified crystal bird coat of arms of the Olivendi family.

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

　　 An ancient family that has been passed down for thousands of years, has born more than four ninth-tiers, including at least one ninth-tier limit, has an extremely prominent history, and is still in its heyday!

　　 The three carriages stopped in front of the high platform, and Leonard, in neat clothes, stepped down from the driving seat of the lead vehicle and opened the door for Duke Carlot.

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

　　 He stepped out of the car, walked to the door of the second car, and gracefully stretched out his right hand into the car. The carved secret gold cufflinks were shining in the moonlight.

　　 Slender hands wearing long lace gloves stretched out from the car and put them on the Duke's hand. The luxurious figure dressed up slowly walked out of the carriage and smiled at the Duke.

The Duchess 　　 was dressed in an intricately decorated pure white dress. She gracefully stretched out the lotus arm wrapped in white lace, letting Duke Carlot hold it.

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

　　 Then they got off the bus with courtesy from the royal family and the three descendants of the duke who drove back from their respective territories—the eldest son Raymond, the second son Evan, and the third daughter Alanice.

　　 A group of people slowly climbed onto the platform, and the guards and guards of honor on both sides raised their guns to salute.

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

　　 In front of many mages, the chief of the Ollivendi family's mages, and the magister of the eighth-order change school, Isido, stood quietly.

　　 He is wearing a black-bottomed silver-patterned robe and holding a staff about two meters long in his right hand. The straight rod body exudes a silver-gray metallic luster, and the top of the rod is inlaid with a huge purple crystal.

　　 Illuminated by the two-color moonlight, the brilliance refracted by the crystal and the gloomy light of the lines of the robe intersect, shining with strange variegated colors.

　　 Seeing the Duke and others ascend the platform, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Isido handed the staff to his left hand, and his free right hand was three dots on the square triangle on his chest, performing an impeccable mage manner.

　　 The Duke and the Duchess also gave a mage ceremony, and the royal envoy lifted the top hat with his left hand, pressed his right hand holding the cane on his chest, and bowed his head slightly, performing a royal courtesy.

　　With the arrival of everyone, the ceremony officially began.

　　 Erica held 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 higher the top, the smaller the top area of ​​the round platform.

On the top of the top round table, there are three hundred and twenty-seven silver-black lines exuding a mysterious atmosphere, which outlines a multi-layer nested bizarre star pattern. The middle and lower two floors and the side of the round table are densely covered with mysterious silver symbols. Text.

　　 She gently placed the newborn in the center of the round table, and the silver and black stars lit up with her movements, and the surrounding runes also began to glow alternately.

　　 Waiting for her to step aside, Isido stepped forward, raising the staff in his hand, and a low, 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 obscure and ancient sounds of incantations converged into a mysterious melody.

　　 The repressive magic wave spreads in all directions, and a strange atmosphere rises from the top of the high platform and spreads to the entire square.

　　 This ceremony is not only to confirm the identity, but also to strengthen the newborn. The reason why the naming ceremony was held on the night of the full moon was to make use of the bloom of the bi-moon.

　　The highly condensed moonflowers are gentle in nature, which can greatly improve the qualifications of newborns.

　　The only drawback is that each newborn can only receive the bimonthly blessing once, and the second time will not produce any effect.

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