"Who are you?"

Wearing an emerald ring on his ring finger, the viscount, who was nearly sixty years old, escorted by three knights and the old butler, walked towards the gate, followed by a group of pointing, peeping servants.

"Goats who are troubled by their troubles, today is December 1st Thanksgiving, do some good deeds with your compassion, for example, let these hungry fawns have a hot meal and get a little warmth, I think your troubles will be alleviated a lot, and your kindness will be imitated by others, and the same kindness will be reaped. ”

Green stood on the steps, not showing any strength, just using his own language and temperament, with a compassionate look, looking down on all living beings.

Several knights were already stunned by Green's image of a magic stick, and the viscount was also stunned for a moment.

It was evident that this viscount was not the most vicious fellow, but a shrewd businessman who lived in the middle of the day.

"Where did the mud legs come from, he alarmed the master?

Behind the viscount, the old butler looked vicious, looked impatient, waved his arms, and motioned to a few knights to drive Green out on the high platform, and suddenly the beggars who followed Green behind Green couldn't help but take a step back, looking timid, as if they might pull out their legs and slip away at any time.

"Slow!"

The viscount, who had a somewhat bloated and rich old posture, stared at Grimm with his eyes.

"Bothered by troubles, you know my troubles?"

"I saw a little lamb whose days seemed to be running out, unless a true wizard could support him through the witchcraft of life, and help him through this difficult winter, and in the spring all things would come back and grow vigorously, and life would continue. ”

Green spoke in a low voice, hoarse and mysterious.

"Master, don't listen to this mud-legged bard, this kind of mud-legged bard who ran around when he was young and cheated to eat and drink, I have seen a lot, and many people have been deceived......"

"Alright. ”

The old butler's words were interrupted, and after the viscount turned the emerald ring in his left hand with his right hand, he said in a low voice: "Take them to rest for a while, prepare more food, master, please." ”

The old butler looked like he was going to invite Green to sit down.

Grimm had perfectly concealed his identity as a wizard, and it was impossible for these people to recognize him, apparently, for some other reason, perhaps because the viscount was holding on to a one-in-ten thousand hopes.

When people are helpless, emotions always prevail over reason.

......

"What do you call a master?"

The Viscount asked.

"Butcher. ”

Grimm actually used the name of the protagonist of "Grimm's Fairy Tales".

"December 1st, Thanksgiving? I've never heard of this holiday, any other customs?"

The Viscount took a sip of the teacup, asked suspiciously, and then added, "What is the ceremony?"

"Hehe, it is indeed a custom from a distant city, it is said that a powerful wizard with boundless magic power, from the movement of the sun, moon and stars, some of the insights have been written into a "Grimm's Fairy Tales", many of which are not boundary, but they are just taken for granted in the eyes of us mortals, and contain some deep truths and mysteries that we can not imagine. ”

Green said, and actually took out a copy of "Grimm's Fairy Tales" from his arms.

"Adults are kind today, and the beautiful fit pursued in "Grimm's Fairy Tales", just give adults a copy of "Grimm's Fairy Tales". Reading when you are confused, sleepy, and helpless will definitely gain something, and it can also be used as an enlightenment reading for future generations, in which the mystery of the truth may go deep into the soul and comprehend the mystery of truth, hehehe. ”

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

"Huh?"

The viscount picked up "Grimm's Fairy Tales", flipped through two pages at random, put it aside, and said in a low voice: "I have a son in my thirties, and I have such a single bloodline, and I see that I will inherit the title and territory, but I sacrificed my knight in the war with Burlebosch City, but fortunately, I left a grandson." Who knew that when the winter came, this little guy didn't know what disease he was infected, hey......"

As he spoke, the viscount looked at Green longingly: "Master, can that wizard with boundless magic power on Thanksgiving sense my kindness and help me relieve my worries?"

Saying that, the viscount was in tears.

"You have to remember that if you are good, you will be rewarded, but this is not a deal, there is no contract, and I cannot answer it. ”

Green's answer, the viscount seemed to have anticipated, just nodded calmly, and began to chat, listening to some strange things about Green's travels from other places, as well as the so-called Thanksgiving miracles, etc., and carrying out potential brainwashing education.

Time passed, and gradually it was evening, and the cold wind became even colder.

"Every winter, this time is the coldest time, and we will hunt some firebirds during this time to ward off the cold. ”

But obviously, this is just aristocratic life.

Outside the door came the footsteps of the knights, and the happy laughter of the beggars, who had not only eaten a full meal today, but also took a hot bath, which was a pleasure that was unimaginable.

"Uncle Ketu. ”

The little girl beggar that Green saw for the first time had already changed into a new outfit at this time, and she looked very energetic and indescribably comfortable.

The concept of Thanksgiving, for the first time, fell on the heart of the little girl, and she could not forget it for the rest of her life, and the message of Thanksgiving would be passed on to everyone who had a relationship with it, which was the promotion of the rules.

"Well, come and sit. ”

Green smiled and did it casually, in Green's eyes, everything was the vitality and nature of the wizarding world, the rich Viscount of the Goat, the old fox butler without enterprising spirit, the Shiba Inu who guarded the door, and these fawns shivering in the cold winter......

At this moment, there was a sound of flapping wings outside the door, it was Hachi who flew back, needless to say, the matter was done, Hachi did not attract the attention of everyone who was being bewitched by Grimm's Thanksgiving.

Sure enough, just a short moment later, in the dark night sky, elemental fluctuations came.

Airplanes......

The shining light element illuminated the entire town, it was a second-level wizard, and then it seemed to be looking for something in the sky above the town, an element teleported, appeared in the viscount's mansion, and suddenly all the knights surrounded him, but no one scolded anything unreasonably, and people were already stunned by the light element that swirled around the body all the time.

"I heard you in Thanksgiving, do you need any help?"

The next thing is that it will develop naturally, the true spirit dedication of the wizarding world is not for Green to rely on his own efforts to maintain, but for everyone to consciously implement and abide by it, which is profitable, and let the wizarding world develop in a better direction.

After a small half hourglass time.

"Thanksgiving, woo woo, thank you Master!"

The beautiful woman who was only three or four years old, about twenty years old, was grateful to this wizard with tears on her face, needless to say, she was the most faithful believer promoted on Thanksgiving.

The next day.

Green departed quietly, like a silent arrival.

"Hmmm......"

In mid-air, Green let out a low and muffled snort, his body squirmed, and he actually split into a source of annihilation clone, but in comparison, this source of annihilation clone was only a third-level great wizard strength, with a compassionate appearance.

"Every year on December 1st Thanksgiving, do your best to promote it, I have already connected you to the source of the magic power of the Wizard Tower, one epoch is not enough, two epochs, and when I complete the true spirit dedication, I will devote myself to it again. ”

As he spoke, Grimm continued to fly in the direction of East Coral Island, and this special source of annihilation clone slowly fell to the ground.

There is only one day a year for the real promotion, the True Spirit Dedication Thanksgiving, and the degree of difficulty and the years required are unimaginable, perhaps just to satisfy a glimmer of comfort in Green's heart.

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PS: Tomorrow is July 22nd, at one o'clock in the afternoon, "Undefeated Legend" will be launched, interested wizards can establish a legion in Wu Kingdom, I don't know how many graces are willing to fight together to fight the world? )