"Who are you?"

Wearing an emerald ring on his ring finger, the viscount, who was nearly 60 years old, walked towards the gate under the escort of three knights and the old housekeeper, and there were a group of servants pointing and peeping over behind him.

"The goats troubled, today is Thanksgiving on December 1st. Do some good things with your compassion, such as letting these hungry deer eat a bite of hot rice and get some warmth. I think your worries will be relieved a lot, and your kindness will be imitated by others and gain the same kindness."

Green stood on the steps without showing any power, but looked down at the crowd with his own language and temperament.

Several knights had long been stunned by Green's image as a charlatan, and the Viscount was stunned for a moment.

It can be seen that this viscount is not that vicious guy, but just a smart businessman who is scattered.

"Where did the mud legs come from? He alarmed the master? Why don't you knock it out quickly!"

Behind the Viscount, the old butler looked vicious and looked impatient. He waved his arms and signaled several knights to drive Green out of the platform. The beggars who followed Green behind Green couldn't help but take a step back, looking timid, as if they could slip away at any time.

"slow!"

This viscount, who was actually a little bloated and rich, stared at Green with his eyes.

"Disturbed by troubles, do you know my troubles?"

"I saw a little lamb, and his time seemed to be short. Unless a real wizard could provide him with some support through life witchcraft to help him through this difficult winter. After spring, everything revives and grows vigorously, and life can continue."

Green said in a low voice, his voice hoarse and full of mystery.

"Master, don't listen to this mud-legged minnows. I have seen many mud-legged minnows who ran around to cheat food and drink when I was young, and many people have been deceived."

"alright."

The old housekeeper's advice was interrupted. After turning the emerald ring on his left hand with his right hand, he said in a low voice: "Take them a rest and prepare more food, master, please."

The old housekeeper seemed to ask Green to sit in the seat.

Green has perfectly hidden his identity as a wizard. These people cannot recognize Green. Obviously, it is because of some other reasons. Perhaps this viscount is holding a one-ten thousandth of the thoughts and hopes.

When people are helpless, they always overcome their reason.

“What is the master?”

The Viscount asked.

"It's a pity."

Green actually used the name of the protagonist of the Grimm fairy tale.

"December 1, Thanksgiving? Have I never heard of this festival, any other custom?"

Viscount picked up the tea cup and took a sip, asked in confusion, and then added: "What kind of ritual is there?"

"Haha, it is indeed a custom from a distant city. It is said that he is a powerful wizard with endless magic. Some insights obtained from the movement of sun, moon and stars have written the insight into a Grimm fairy tale. Although many of them are irrelevant, they are only taken for granted in the eyes of us mortals. There are some profound truths and mystery that are not something we can imagine."

Green said, and actually took out a Grimm fairy tale from her arms.

"I am kind today, and it is in line with the beauty pursued by Grimm's fairy tales. I'll give you a book called Grimm's fairy tales. When you are confused, confused, and helpless, you will definitely gain something. It can also be used as an enlightenment reading for the younger generation. The mysteries of truth may penetrate into the soul and understand some of the mysteries of truth, hahaha."

Green said with a smile, and casually put Green's fairy tale on the table. At the same time, Xiao Ba on his shoulder seemed to have received some instructions in secret, spreading his wings out of the room and flew away.

"Well?"

Viscount picked up Grimm's fairy tale, read two pages casually, put it aside, and said in a low voice: "I have a son of thirty years, and I am just a single bloodline. I am about to inherit the title territory, but the knight was dedicated in the war with Borobos City, fortunately I left a grandson. Who knew that as soon as winter came, this little guy didn't know what disease he had contracted, hey."

As he said that, the Viscount looked at Green longingly: "Master, can that magical wizard on Thanksgiving feel my kindness and help me relieve my worries?"

As he said that, the viscount actually burst into tears.

"You have to remember that good will bring good rewards, but this is not a transaction. Without a contract, I cannot answer it."

Green's answer seemed to have expected it, but he nodded calmly and started chatting, listening to Green's strange travels from other places, as well as the so-called Thanksgiving miracle, etc., to carry out potential brainwashing education.

As time passes, it gradually reaches night, and the cold wind becomes even more bitter.

"Every winter, this is the coldest time, and we will hunt some firebirds to drive away the cold."

But obviously, this is just aristocratic life.

Outside the door, the footsteps of the knights and the happy laughter of the beggars. They not only had a full meal today, but also took a hot bath. This was an enjoyment that they had ever imagined.

"Uncle Tu."

The little girl beggar that Green saw at the first time, he had already put on a new outfit. He looked very energetic and indescribable.

The concept of Thanksgiving fell into the heart of a little girl for the first time and would never forget it in her life. The message of Thanksgiving will be passed on to everyone who has a connection with her. This is the promotion of the rules.

"Yeah, come and sit down."

Green smiled and acted casually. In Green's eyes, everything was the vitality of the wizard world, the rich goat viscount, the old fox housekeeper without enterprising spirit, the Shiba Inu guarding the door, and these trembling deer in the cold winter

At this moment, the sound of flapping wings came from outside the door. It was Xiao Bafei who was back. Needless to say, the matter was done, but Xiao Ba did not attract the attention of everyone who was being bewitched by Green's Thanksgiving Day.

Sure enough, just a little later, elemental fluctuations came from the dark night sky.

The bright light element illuminated the entire small city. It was a second-level wizard, and then it seemed to be looking for something above the small city. An element teleported and appeared in the Viscount's Mansion. All the knights suddenly surrounded him, but no one scolded anything unreasonably. People had long been stunned by the light element surrounding Wu Shi's body.

"I heard you on Thanksgiving. Do you need any help?"

The next thing is that it will develop naturally. The true spirit of the wizard world is not about Green's dependence on his own contribution to maintain it, but about allowing everyone to consciously implement and abide by it, making profitable, and allowing the wizard world to develop in a better direction.

After half an hourglass time.

"Thanksgiving, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

He was holding a beautiful woman who was only three or four years old, looking about twenty years old, and was grateful to the wizard with tears on his face. Needless to say, he was the most loyal believer in the promotion of Thanksgiving on the day.

the next day.

Green left quietly, like a silent arrival.

"Um"

In the air, Green let out a low groan, his body squirmed, and a clone of the source of the destruction was split. However, in comparison, this clone of the destruction was only the strength of a third-level wizard, looking compassionate.

"Every year on Thanksgiving Day on December 1st, I will do my best to promote it. I have contacted you to the source of magic power of the Wizard Tower. If one era doesn't work, there will be two eras. After I complete the dedication of the true spirit, I will devote myself to it again."

As he said that, Green's body continued to fly toward East Coral Island, and this special source of annihilation slowly landed on the ground.

There is only one real promotion every year, and the True Spirit dedicates Thanksgiving. The difficulty and the years required are unimaginable, perhaps just to satisfy a little comfort in Green's heart.
Chapter completed!