Before dawn, the servants in the castle were already busy, preparing the ingredients, setting up the venue, wiping the utensils, etc., as if they were celebrating some kind of holiday.

Or rather, today is a festival – the Day of the Descending of God.

It is said that on this day in history, the gods came to the world to dispel the darkness of the world, so that the living beings could be freed from the boundless suffering.

Alan doesn't believe much about this, he feels that there are many people who share his thoughts, but just like the festivals in his previous life, if you don't believe it, it doesn't stop people from celebrating by the way.

As one of the few festivals of the stars, the Day of the Descent is very popular, and today, everyone, whether male or female, young or old, poor or rich, can go to the city church to receive a piece of food, the kind that is provided free of charge, as a sign of the universal devotion of the gods.

It was a day of celebration for the whole world, but Alan was not interested in it, and he was sitting at his desk in his bedroom, fiddling with a pot of freshly sprouted grass on the table.

The grass broke through the soil, and looked at the tip of the spot, which was green and delicate in the morning light, and looked full of vitality.

This is the moonlight grass, the morning after he finished his last cultivation, he couldn't wait to plant it again, it seems to grow quickly, but Alan doesn't have the idea of being able to harvest something in a short time, because the last time it was in about a month, and the grass matured.

"It should be the same this time, after all, the magic instilled in it is the same. Muttering in his mouth, Alan frowned.

The seeds of the moonlight grass could not withstand more mana, and Eren had two mana light particles at this time, but he could only infuse the amount of one, which obviously represented some kind of limitation.

"I guess it's impossible for me to keep cultivating with this kind of grass..."

He thought thoughtfully, then pulled out a brown notebook and wrote another line on it—looking for new seeds.

This notebook is his schedule with a few things he needs to do, and there aren't a few, but each one is important.

Start a newspaper, build a city, find new seeds, and travel to the Night Forest...

"I guess as soon as I get here, the owl won't be able to find me. Looking at the last item to be done, Alan couldn't help but smile.

Although the owl was so strange that Alan could find him from the reef to the bay, but now he was in Samuel, a week away from the bay, and Alan didn't think that guy could be as godly as he had been.

Thinking of this, he was worried again, he hadn't been in a normal state for a long time before, he said it was an animal, even if it was a human, it would be difficult to find him, would he miss something?

"I hope there are no missing letters. ”

He thought about this matter silently, for the mysterious lady of the elven race, Alan still attached great importance to it, not to mention the inexplicable closeness and connection, let's just say that a seed cultivation method alone has already benefited Alan a lot, if it weren't for this, he estimated that even if he could find other cultivation methods, it would not be as effective as the current method.

"The main thing is peace of mind. He thought to himself.

As long as you plant the seeds, you don't have to worry about anything at all, and when the time comes, you can reap the fruits of cultivation, and this method is much happier than those mages who meditate all day.

"Sir Ellen, my lord invites you to breakfast!" interrupted Alan's thoughts by the voice of the castle servant outside the door, and he answered, and then put away the moonlight grass on the table.

Eating and resting with Samuel's family every day, Alan has become somewhat accustomed to this rhythm.

Walking quickly out of the bedroom, Alan was led by the servant to the first floor of the castle, where the Samuel family was already waiting.

It seems that all the castle owners will eat in the area of the first floor, when Alan is in Reef City, and the bay, the tables are set on the first floor, and to tell the truth the empty environment, he does not feel comfortable at all, but most of the knight families are like this, and he finally gets used to it.

The Pearl Castle is different from Allen's Poch Castle, this castle is the kind of duplex, there is no ceiling barrier between the first and second floors, the second floor is blocked by carved guardrails, and the delicate dome seems a little high, but the light on the ornate chandelier is not dimmed by this.

"Uncle Gross!"

Coming to the table, Alan first greeted the fat duke in the first place.

"Don't be too inhibited. Gross always looked smiling, which made Alan involuntarily think of the adjective Smiling Tiger, but unlike Smiling Tiger, Alan had not yet noticed anything gloomy about Gross.

He saluted Catherine on Gross's side, and then said hello to Margaret on the other side, and the breakfast greeting was over.

Sitting across from Margaret, he glanced at the huge dining table and asked curiously, "How many of us are there today?"

"Yes, my uncle's family went to church to pray, they are devout believers under the crown of Deliel, and they go to the church every year on the day of the descent. ”

Margaret responded, as if thinking about something, and she replied with a somewhat absent-minded look.

Catherine, who was beside Gross, said, "If you are interested, you can also go to the church to pray, it's not yet the hour, it's too late." ”

"That's not necessary. Alan smiled, "I'm not a believer under Deliel's crown. ”

"Which one do you believe in?" asked Catherine with interest.

is like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, Catherine's eyes when she observes Alan are always that kind of scrutiny, and every time she speaks, it is as if she is checking her account, which makes Alan feel uncomfortable.

But "fortunately", so far Alan has not seen Catherine show a dissatisfied expression towards herself, that is, she seems to have a good impression of Alan?

Not only Catherine, but Alan felt that the current Samuel family had a good sense of himself, which made him a little confused.

Let's not mention that he once had the "slap in the face" of withdrawing from the marriage, let's just say that according to Allen's current conditions, the Grand Duke's family is unlikely to accept him as a "son-in-law", let alone be satisfied.

After all, Allen's identity is only the son of an earl, not a son-in-law, just an inconsequential second son.

And he is not an apocalypse, or rather, he has the blood of the apocalypse but failed to awaken, and he is a "contemptible" loser.

If you don't consider a magical ability, all Alan can get his hands on is that kind of extra-long entertainment invention, as well as some cleverness, but these are not important to the Apocalypse family at all.

In short, from the perspective of normal people, Allen's situation belongs to the ranks of waste wood. Of course, this is the premise of ignoring his mage status, but few people in Samuel know his mage status now;

Puzzled in his heart, Allen's attitude naturally seemed quite reserved, which may have made Gross a little dissatisfied, he put an ice fruit in his mouth and said: "You will go to the study with me in a while, and prepare a speech for the day of the gods, I heard that you were recognized by the scholars of the Bachelor's Tower when you were on the reef, and your writing must be very good, right?"

"It's okay, there's nothing specialized, it's mainly miscellaneous," Alan said honestly: "The appreciation of the scholars is actually my little inventions, well, some things that can't be put on the table." ”

"I like modest young people," Gross smiled, "but it's not good to be too modest, you may not know it, but the most popular forms of entertainment in the capital are the board games you invented, and the name Alan Chrisch is very famous there." ”