Gongs and trumpets are sounded, the royal family enters and speeches are given.
Everything followed the ancient rituals, and the traditional cultural accumulation of promoting the royal authority was fully demonstrated at this moment. Everyone, including the scornful guests, whispered to each other, and everyone bowed their heads to listen to King Charles IV's speech about promoting the spirit of chivalry and promoting Charlemagne and the
The traditional friendship between Albion, two ancient human countries, deepens the official and non-governmental economic, trade and cultural exchanges between the two countries, and contributes to the harmony and prosperity of the human camp...
It's all red tape, it's all meaningless nonsense.
No matter the nobles, wealthy people, common people, or even the people of Albion came to this conclusion, everyone patiently bowed their heads and accepted instructions, and at the same time lamented that time passed too slowly.
There was still some time before the ceremony was completed, and some people began to look at the chin-shaped glass viewing platform that stretched out above the ordinary auditorium to see who the distinguished guests were today, and then they were frightened by the lineup of guests.
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Not to mention His Majesty the King who is giving a speech, except for the Crown Prince, Queen, Princess, Prince, and Princess who are still in Lapland - all members of the royal family in Lüdes are absent. The Prime Minister in a red robe and a little red riding hood is also present, sickly
On his face, his dagger-like eyes were looking down at the Knights of the Round Table. Others present were also high-ranking ministers.
Among the many giants whose names can scare people half to death, Siegfried Li Lin, the president of the Consortium Co., Ltd., is definitely the most surprising guest.
Although Li Lin has astonishing financial resources and influence, he rarely appears in public. He usually leaves it to his deputy Nidhogg or the general manager and public relations director Dwarf Alberich. In case of a ceremony where he has to show up.
, ceremony, this rapidly rising upstart usually leaves within three minutes of arriving. Compared with his lively business predecessors, the reclusive Li Lin is simply a creature from another world.
Because of his unusually low-key style, ordinary citizens have almost no idea what the company president looks like, and junior employees within the company also have no idea how tall their boss is or what kind of clothes he usually wears when going out. It’s a shame that they still have hangings in their workplaces.
A bust of the president.
The CEO, who is used to banishing himself from the public eye, is sitting quietly on the viewing platform at this moment. This is really a bit unexpected, but thinking that among today's contestants is the CEO's adopted son, everyone is relieved and sighs.
The CEO is full of fatherly love and human side.
"That person in the stands must be Brunhil."
Roland lowered his voice, and Salome gave a noncommittal "hmm".
Same age, same height, same appearance - the illusion fabricated with the help of disguise and magic accessories is almost the same as the "Li Lin" in the public's impression, but even without Salomé around, Roland can still detect the person in the stands.
Who is Li Lin?
"What's wrong? I can compete and make everyone completely believe that Salome and Li Lin are two people, which will be very helpful for future activities."
"I think you just enjoy cross-dressing and tossing around, right?"
"How could it be? I just sincerely want to help Roland-chan and vent the accumulated work pressure."
"...The second half of the sentence is the truth, right?"
I still wanted to continue complaining, but the speech came to an end, and everyone began to bow and salute. They cheered "Long live" to the aging king.
The long sound of the horn soared into the sky, and the sound of gongs announcing the official start of the game spread throughout the arena. Bursts of noise broke out in the audience seats, and warm cheers could not be heard.
At this moment, everyone from nobles to civilians will shed tears and boil over the contestants who have shown their passion, sweat, youth, and blood. The excitement is like a prairie fire, and anxious stamping of feet can be heard in the table.
The competition adopts a scoring system, regardless of winning or losing. There are 5 matches. A win is worth 1 point, a tie is worth 1 point, and the final score is the total score to determine the winner. There are no restrictions on the use of magic and flying props in the game, and you are not allowed to kill your opponent or
Injury to the spectators, otherwise the opponent will be eliminated. When the opponent can no longer fight or admits defeat, the other side cannot continue to attack, otherwise it will also be judged to be disqualified.
The rules are rough and simple, but they also enhance the confrontation and visibility. If safety is ensured by rules and regulations like sports, not only will the players not be able to show their true strength, but the audience will not be able to enjoy themselves. Therefore, as long as no lives are lost, what will happen?
The rules of Duxing have been passed down to this day and are loved by all parties.
"Vanguard battle - magician battle, both players take the stage!"
The middle-aged man who is also the announcer and referee shouted, causing another commotion in the crowd.[
Since it is the home court of the National Academy of Magic, the opening battle chose a magical confrontation with gorgeous visual effects, and the contestants in this battle were all beautiful women. Eyes immediately focused on Morgan who left the contestants area and Sarah who was registered as a "temporary graduate student"
On Le Mei.
"The vanguard battle is not only a battle of magic, but both sides are also female magicians. This is really rare."
"It's true as you said. In addition to the high level of magic attack and defense, the beauty of the players is also a feast for the eyes."
The magic loudspeakers temporarily installed around the arena broadcast the conversation between Count Viognier and Nidhogg. With the sponsorship of the company, this competition was equipped with a full-time commentator for the first time in history. If you can't buy a ticket, you can only watch.
The excited spectators at the stadium can also understand some of the grand events of the game through the commentary. The person responsible for the commentary
The said headmaster is proficient in magic and battle tactics, and Nidhogg is good at enlivening the atmosphere. It is ideal for them to broadcast the game situation. In addition, these two guys who use the special theater and telescope to follow the players are still very loyal to their instincts.
Male, and easily relatable to male audiences...
"Everyone in the audience, look! Ms. Morgan came on stage first and opened up the mage's robe. What's underneath is actually... a tight-fitting leather jacket!!!"
Whistling, screaming, and swallowing suddenly became a loud noise.
"What a proud pair of breasts these are, the visual size is at least...e cup!"
"It's really astonishingly full, and one can't help but wonder if it can be held with one hand."
"Oh, with the movement of the body, those two honeydew melons, no, balls, no, hanging bells, no... in short, up and down, left and right, the wave without losing sex is dizzying, it can be called the ideal form of the European style!!
"
"Count Viognier turns out to be a big-breasted pie?"
"Yeah, it's almost like that, but the right combination is more important than a single part! The opening on the waist and back of the corset is very creative, and the looming groin and rounded hip curve harmonize to create an excellent three-dimensional effect.
, paired with dark red high heels..."
A loud bang came from the loudspeaker, the door was smashed open, the women's roars of "Heavenly Punishment" and the screams of the two gentlemen's explanations were endless...
"Oh my, the Charlemagne are really a bunch of monkeys in heat. At this time, they are still in heat. It doesn't matter..."
Morgan, a beautiful Bafang-level magician in tights, said mockingly, pointing her wand forward.
"Start from you, an ant, and love you until you go to heaven."
"Training? Ant?"
Salome smiled brightly, raised her right hand, and her five nails lengthened at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing to 50 centimeters in a moment. In the sunlight, they reflected an idiosyncratic cold light that was very similar to Salomé's smile.
"Don't be stupid, peacock, you are the one who is going to be plucked of all your feathers and lie on the ground with your butt naked to be trained." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote at Qidian, monthly vote, your
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