After sending away the reluctant little Lori and her group, there were 3 more waves of solicitation teams, but Rodin didn't have such a good attitude and refused them all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The appointed time for the afternoon ceremony soon came, and Cynthia took his arm and went out the door.

The two have also slept in the same bed, so they naturally became more intimate, and they both couldn't help but get close to each other and feel each other's body temperature.

The tribal people who had been waiting outside the door for a long time seemed to welcome the newcomers, their faces were full of joy, and they hugged the two of them with joy and walked towards the open space outside the town.

The crowd of people was quite astonishing, men, women, and children, herdsmen, farmers, and even warriors with weapons on their waists.

At a cursory glance, the tribal people surrounding them have far exceeded the 200 households counted yesterday, and there are more than 1,000 people.

Can the ceremony of two newcomers joining the tribe be so grand?

Seeing the confused and shocked looks of the two, Isabella, who was in the lead, smiled and explained: "The tribe only holds baptismal ceremonies twice a year to welcome newcomers to the tribe. The two ceremonies were held at the beginning of the year and the middle of the year. ”

"Increasing the population is a top priority for the tribe, so it is understandable that the people will be mobilized. “

"And according to our custom, if nothing else, all the tribesmen have to give recognition and blessings to the newlyweds at the ceremony. Therefore, on this occasion, all the children of the Flint Tribe, the herdsmen outside the camp, and the members of the demon hunting brigade guarding the rift, a total of 1,200 people, not a single one was left behind. “

Rodin couldn't help but wonder, "How do I think it seems to be just the two of us, is it possible-"

"Well, as you can imagine, from the middle of last year until now, only the two of you have joined the tribe. ”

The surging crowd walked along the stone path in the camp, walked through the crisp grass outside the camp, and merged into a round smooth flat land more than 100 meters away.

In the center of the flat ground is a pile of colorful stones, and a gray totem pole with a length of seven or eight meters and a thickness of long legs stands firmly in the middle of the stone pile.

The totem pole is carved with a series of vivid animal patterns.

When Rodin looked closely, he saw that it was a lion-like beast covered in blue.

It has a muscular body, a majestic lion's mane, and its skin is covered in a tortoiseshell-like defensive shell.

What is frightening is that in the center of this dense piece of tortoiseshell pattern is something similar to the spikes of thorns.

The totem pole depicts the beast in all its forms.

Run, hunt, nap, rest, fight...... Lifelike.

An aura of ancient desolation permeated the air.

"This—"

An image flashed through Rodin's mind.

As a result of his diligent meditation practice, his memory has skyrocketed, and he can recall anything he has ever seen.

This majestic and mysterious lion beast once appeared in the battle of the demons of Elden City, and more specifically, it was transformed by the power of the bloodline of the knights of the Hill family.

This strange beast must have a close relationship with the power man, is it the so-called war leader?

But time didn't allow him to think about it.

The crowd, which had been bustling and boiling, suddenly fell silent, and the scene became audible.

Rodin, Cynthia, and Chief Baruch, who presided over the ceremony, entered the circular territory in turn and came to the totem pole.

The crowd surrounded the crowd on the sidelines, all of them showing respectful and adoring expressions, and bowed reverently to the totem with the back of their right hands pressed against their foreheads.

With the same frenzy and excitement, Baruch looked around at the crowd around him.

Then he motioned for Rodin and Cynthia to kneel down and pay homage to the totem pole.

The two did as they were told.

Baruch solemnly placed his hands on their shoulders.

"Today, under the witness of the ancestor Moluo, two more free beings have joined our Flint Tribe, as the tribal chieftain I am here to listen to your voice, Rodin, Cynthia, and others are willing to join the Flint Tribe and become the flintstone people, the descendants of Moro. ”

"I'm will—"

"I'm will—"

In this solemn and sacred ceremony, it was difficult for the two to resist.

Everything went smoothly and nothing went wrong.

Baruch looked at the two men with gentle eyes and prayed,

"May the roar of the Demon Luo bless your body forever, and the ten thousand demons retreat!"

"May the roar of the Demon Luo bless your body forever, and the ten thousand demons retreat!"

......

The overwhelming prayers instantly penetrated the ears of the two of them, breaking through their hearts and penetrating their souls.

Rodin felt as if he had received the empowerment of the great monk Bodhi, and his heart was shocked, and then he felt a wave of worship and fanaticism.

Suddenly, he stared at the totem pole with great reverence.

Cynthia, who was also prostrate on the ground beside her, also fell into this strange state without exception.

His right pupil suddenly shook sharply a few times, and then calmed down again.

"Flint people, please come in and offer your blessings!"

With Baruch's order, the dense flow of people outside the stadium began to queue up in an orderly manner.

One by one, they placed their hands on the shoulders of the two kneeling side by side, whispered prayers, passed their blessings and their pure thoughts, and then quickly withdrew.

As the ceremony was in full swing, the sense of identity and naturalization in the hearts of the two became stronger and stronger.

The originally quiet totem pole gradually underwent strange changes.

Scattered starry and faint flames poured out from the colorful piles of stones below.

Silks, wisps, gathered into a tower, sparks burned the plain, slowly gathered into a jumping sea of flames, and in the blink of an eye, the entire totem pole was covered by flames seven or eight meters high with teeth and claws.

What's even more amazing is that the lifeless beast patterns on the totem pole seem to wake up from the ancient slumber, only to see a small blue-armored lion beast suddenly jump out from the totem pole, carrying and floating in the blazing sea of fire, stepping on the fire cloud back and forth in the pious and solemn spiritual chanting of everyone.

More than an hour later, the blessing of the flintstone people was coming to an end.

Two miniature lion beasts mischievously leapt out of the flames, spilling joyfully in mid-air.

Half a meal later, their black bean-like eyes aimed at the two kneeling below, and suddenly turned into two blue rays of blue light and poured into their arms.

At this moment, a simple pattern was printed on the back of Rodin and Cynthia's right forearm.

The pattern is not lifelike but simple and expressive, with a few brushstrokes outlining the general appearance of the lion beast, and its outer layer is a ring of twelve flame stones that are connected end to end. The overall look gives people a sense of peace and joy like a mascot.

At the same time, a terrifying message of a distant era instantly poured into my mind.

The world's favor.

The Primordial Beast.

The Thorn Armor Emperor Lion Beast Morlo, the Scarlet Python Midgar, and the Green-eyed White Wolf Yin Finx.

Three huge figures exuding a terrifying aura.

A blue beast that covers the sky and the sun, soaring between the blue sky and the angry sea.

Shrouded in deep darkness, a peerless witch who crosses the void and picks the stars and the moon.

A shocking battle of splitting mountains and reclamation, fighting heaven and earth.

A withered and withered pale world.

These images of despair flashed through my mind like lightning, and then disappeared and buried deep in my memory.

Rodin came back to his senses and wanted to capture it, but this memory was like quicksand at his fingertips, dreamy bubbles, and he couldn't figure it out.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

After the baptismal ceremony, the flame under the totem pole was suddenly extinguished.

The crowd suddenly awoke from their fanatical and pious state.

"Uh, what happened to me just now?"

Luo Danzai took a closer look, and suddenly found the pocket pattern on his arm, and couldn't help but have a slight urge to complain.

"Oops, what a cute pattern. ”

Cynthia's eyes were watery, and she was full of love for this "cute" pattern that was difficult to describe.

Baruch smiled happily and said, "Congratulations, you are all official members of the Flint Tribe from today onwards. “

"Cheer everyone, the tribe has two more brothers and sisters!"

"Rodin, Cynthia—"

"Rodin, Cynthia—"

In the midst of the tsunami of thousands of people, they stood up.

"Oops—"

The girl exclaimed, but she didn't expect that after kneeling for more than an hour, her legs were numb, and she stood up suddenly, trembling and falling into Rodin's arms.

"Haha!"

The onlookers let out bursts of good-natured laughter, but Cynthia was no longer shy and leaned her whole body into each other's arms openly.

"The ceremony is over. “

"Everyone, please return to their respective posts!"

The crowd and noisy crowd suddenly dispersed, and most of them were away in a short time.

"Tired, aren't you? ”

Baruch looked at the two of them now with a noticeably more intimate gaze than before.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the two of them feel that they have a strange bond with Isabella and the others who are still in the field, as if there is an invisible silk thread connecting the tribesmen present.

"According to the old law, the people had to do their part. ”

"After the baptismal ceremony, you will choose your position in the tribe. ”

"Although this is just a formality now, and there will be no restrictions on the choice in the future, we still have to abide by it. “

The girl asked curiously, "What are the options?"

"There are not many categories, you just have to follow your heart's preferences, and you don't need to scruples. “

"There are four ancient positions in the Flint Tribe, which are simple and imperfect, but they also have a long history. “

"They are, shepherds who are responsible for domesticating livestock and war beasts. ”

"Fighters in charge of defending against foreign enemies. ”

"A swordsmith in charge of weapon forging and sword oil blending. ”

"The priest who is responsible for presiding over the major ceremonies of the tribe. ”

"You can choose any of them, except for priesthood, which requires 'qualifications' for the profession."

Rodin had no feeling for priests or the like, and asked, "So, shepherd, warrior, swordsmith, we can choose which?"

That's pretty much what it means, but if you want to learn more about one of these skills, you'll have to choose the corresponding class. “

"After all, there are indeed these four kinds of inheritors in our tribe, and they will only point to the corresponding professions. “

"Think about it slowly, time is not in a hurry. ”

Hearing this, the girl quietly took La Rodin's right hand.

"Well, I want to be a pastor, what do you think?"

Rodin replied gently: "As long as you like it, then I will definitely support it unconditionally." However, most of the livestock in the grassland are cattle and sheep, and if you want to domesticate them, you will inevitably be exposed to the wind and sun. ”

He stretched out his large, rough hand and caressed the girl's white jade-like cheeks.

"I don't want your delicate skin to suffer these sins. But it doesn't matter, if you're interested, just learn it, and I'll raise you when the time comes!"

As he spoke, he gave the other person an encouraging look.

The girl strengthened her mind and no longer hesitated, "I choose the shepherd!"

Baruch nodded, and handed her a vivid, small and delicate bronze statue of a herdsman.

Rodin thought it through, and it stands to reason that he should have chosen a fighter without a doubt and learned more advanced combat techniques.

However, as soon as he thought of the two swords behind him, he suddenly realized that he had a strong interest in forging weapons and mixing sword oil.

He didn't seem to have used Erwyn's full power all along, and he believed that this ancient profession would never be as simple as it sounded.

After all, he clearly remembered that there was a magical item called sword oil.

On the other hand, since there is a mysterious spirituality in the armor of the rose, it stands to reason that the real sword should also have a spirit, which is also a potential value worth excavating.

Although these are his speculations, he is willing to gamble once, try once, even if the facts are different from his imagination, he has nothing to lose.

"I choose a swordsmith!"

Baruch's eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn't intervene silently, and happily handed over a bronze statue of a large man caressing the blade of the sword.

Seeing that the two of them carefully put away the bronze statue close to their bodies, he patiently and meticulously suggested: "This bronze statue is the only symbol of your tribe's profession, and according to the ancestral regulations, once lost, it will not be replaced." So be sure to put it away. ”

"Well, I understand. “

"You're tired of today's ceremony, go back and rest for a day, and I'll ask Isabella to arrange the rest of your work tomorrow. “

Baruch suddenly said in an unfathomable voice:

"Another point, the tattoo on your arm records all the glory and suffering of the tribe in the past, and if you experience it carefully when you go back, you may reap the rewards!"