Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1411 Thanksgiving Promotion

"Who are you?"

Wearing an emerald ring on his ring finger, the nearly sixty-year-old viscount walked towards the main gate, escorted by three knights and an old butler, followed by a group of servants pointing and spying.

"To the troubled goat, today is Thanksgiving, December 1st. Use your compassion to do some good deeds, such as giving these hungry little deer a hot meal and some warmth. I think your troubles will be greatly relieved, and your kindness will be imitated by others, who will also receive the same kindness."

Green stood on the steps, displaying no power, but simply looking down upon the masses with his words and demeanor, exuding a compassionate air.

The knights were already stunned by Green's charlatan-like appearance, and the viscount was also taken aback.

It's clear that this viscount isn't the kind of vicious guy; he's just a shrewd businessman who's living a carefree life.

"Where did this peasant come from? Is it him who disturbed the master? Throw him out at once!"

Behind the Viscount, the old butler looked fierce and impatient. He waved his arm, signaling several knights to drive Green off the platform. Immediately, the beggars following Green took a step back, looking timid, as if they might run away at any moment.

"slow!"

The viscount, who had an unusually plump and aged appearance, stared intently at Green.

"You're troubled by worries, do you know what my worries are?"

"I saw a little lamb whose days were numbered. Unless a true wizard could provide him with some support through life magic and help him get through this difficult winter, when spring comes and all things revive and grow vigorously, his life could continue."

Green spoke in a low, hoarse voice, full of mystery.

"Sir, don't listen to this peasant's nonsense. I've seen plenty of these wandering bards who used to roam around begging for food and drink when they were young, and many people have been fooled..."

"alright."

The old steward's words were interrupted. The viscount twirled the emerald ring on his left hand with his right hand and said in a low voice, "Take them to rest and prepare plenty of food. Master, please."

The old butler looked as if he wanted to invite Greensy to sit down.

Green had perfectly concealed his identity as a wizard, and these people couldn't possibly recognize him. Obviously, it was for some other reason, perhaps because the viscount clung to a one in ten thousand hope.

When people feel helpless, their emotions often override their reason.

……

"What is your name, Master?"

"I asked the viscount."

"It's acceptable."

Grimm actually used the name of the main character in Grimm's Fairy Tales.

"December 1st, Thanksgiving? I've never heard of this holiday before. Is it a custom somewhere else?"

The Viscount picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked with a puzzled look, then added, "What kind of ceremony is it?"

"Hehe, it is indeed a custom that came from a distant city. It is said that a powerful wizard with boundless magic gained some insights from the movement of the sun, moon and stars, and wrote them down in a book called 'Grimm's Fairy Tales'. Although many parts of it are far-fetched, they are just things that seem obvious to us mortals. They contain some profound truths and mysteries that are beyond our imagination."

As he spoke, Grimm actually pulled out a copy of "Grimm's Fairy Tales" from his pocket.

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"Your kindness today resonates with the beauty sought in Grimm's Fairy Tales, so I'll give you a copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales. Reading it when you're feeling lost, confused, or helpless will surely bring you some benefit. It can also serve as an introductory text for younger generations; the principles and mysteries within might even penetrate your soul, leading you to some profound truths and secrets, hehehe."

Grimm said with a smile, casually placing "Grimm's Fairy Tales" on the table. At the same time, Little Hachi on his shoulder seemed to have received some instructions and spread its wings and flew out of the room.

"Well?"

The viscount picked up a copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales, casually flipped through a couple of pages, then put it aside, saying in a low voice, "I had a son at thirty, my only bloodline, and he was about to inherit the title and lands when the knight died in the war with Boroughbos. Fortunately, he left behind a grandson. But who knew that as soon as winter came, this little fellow would catch some kind of illness, alas..."

As he spoke, the Viscount looked at Grimm with longing: "Master, was that all-powerful wizard at Thanksgiving able to sense my good intentions and help me relieve my worries?"

As he spoke, the viscount burst into tears.

"You must remember that good deeds will be rewarded, but this is not a transaction, there is no contract, and I cannot give you an answer."

The Viscount seemed to have anticipated Green's answer, and simply nodded calmly before starting a casual conversation, listening to Green recount strange tales from his travels elsewhere, as well as the so-called Thanksgiving miracle, etc., in a subtle form of brainwashing.

As time passed, night gradually fell, and the cold wind grew even more biting.

"Every winter, this time of year is the coldest, and we hunt some firebirds during this period to keep warm."

However, this was clearly just aristocratic life.

The sound of knights' footsteps and the happy laughter of beggars could be heard outside the door. They had not only eaten their fill today, but had also taken a hot bath, a luxury they could never have imagined before.

"Uncle Ketu."

The little girl beggar that Green first saw had changed into a new outfit and looked extremely energetic and refreshed.

The concept of Thanksgiving first touched the little girl's heart, and she never forgot it. She would pass on the message of Thanksgiving to everyone she had a connection with, and that is how the rules were spread.

"Yes, come and sit down."

Greene smiled, acting as he pleased. In Greene's eyes, everything was vibrant and natural in the wizarding world: the wealthy goat viscount, the unambitious old fox butler, the guard dog, and the fawns shivering in the cold winter...

Just then, the sound of flapping wings came from outside the door. It was Hachiman flying back. Needless to say, the matter was settled. Hachiman did not attract the attention of the crowd who were being misled by the Thanksgiving theme.

Sure enough, just a short while later, elemental fluctuations emanated from the dark night sky.

hum...

The radiant light element illuminated the entire town. It was a level two wizard. He seemed to be searching for something in the sky above the town. With an elemental teleportation, he appeared in the Viscount's mansion. Immediately, all the knights surrounded him, but no one dared to scold him. People were already stunned by the light element swirling around Wu Shi.

"I heard your heartfelt gratitude this Thanksgiving. Is there anything I can help you with?"

What followed was a natural progression. The true spirit offerings of the wizarding world were not maintained by Grimm through his own efforts, but rather by everyone's voluntary observance and compliance, which was profitable and allowed the wizarding world to develop in a better direction.

After about half an hourglass period.

"Thanksgiving, sob sob, thank you so much, Master!"

The beautiful woman, who looked to be in her early twenties and was holding a child of only three or four years old, was giving thanks to the wizard with tears streaming down her face. Needless to say, she was another staunch believer in the promotion of Thanksgiving.

the next day.

Green left silently, just as silently as he had arrived.

"Um……"

In mid-air, Green let out a low groan, his body wriggled, and he actually split off an avatar of the Source of Annihilation. However, compared to others, this avatar of the Source of Annihilation was only at the level of a third-level Grand Wizard, with a compassionate and merciful appearance.

"Every year on December 1st, Thanksgiving, do your best to promote it. I have already connected you to the source of magic in the Wizard Tower. If one era is not enough, then two eras will do. After I complete the offering of the true spirit, I will devote myself to it again."

As he spoke, Green's main body continued flying towards the East Coral Island, while this special Origin of Annihilation clone slowly landed on the ground.

There is only one day a year for the true promotion, the Spirit Offering Thanksgiving. The difficulty and the years required for this are unimaginable. Perhaps it is just to satisfy a little comfort in Green's heart.

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P.S.: Tomorrow is July 22nd, and at 1 PM, "Invincible Legend" will launch. Interested wizards can establish legions in the Wu Kingdom. I wonder how many are willing to fight alongside me to conquer the world? It's number one on the mainstream media's list of most anticipated new games, and to be honest, I'm really looking forward to it!

(End of this chapter)