"Who are you?"
With an emerald ring on his ring finger, the viscount, who was nearly 60 years old, walked to the gate under the escort of three knights and the old butler. Behind him was a group of servants who were pointing and peeping.
"Goat plagued by worries, today is December 1st, Thanksgiving Day. Use your compassion to do some good deeds. For example, let these hungry fawns eat a hot meal and receive some warmth. I think your worries will be greatly alleviated. Your kindness will also be imitated by others, and they will receive the same kindness."
Grimm stood on the steps without showing any power. He just used his words and temperament to look down on all living beings with a compassionate look.
Several knights had long been stunned by Grimm's image of a swindler, and the viscount was stunned for a moment.
It could be seen that this viscount was not the kind of vicious guy, but a shrewd businessman who was messing around.
"Where did this bumpkin come from? Is he the one who alarmed the master? Hurry up and throw him out! "
Behind the viscount, the old butler looked fierce and impatient. He waved his arm and signaled several knights to drive Grimm out of the high platform. Suddenly, the beggars who followed Grimm behind Grimm could not help but take a step back. They looked timid, as if they would run away at any time.
"Wait!"
The viscount, who had a somewhat fat and rich old posture, stared at Grimm.
"Troubled by troubles, do you know my troubles?"
"I see a little lamb. His days seem to be numbered, unless there is a real wizard who can give him some support through life witchcraft to help him through this difficult winter. When spring comes, everything will recover and grow vigorously, and life will continue."
Grimm said in a low voice, hoarse and full of mystery.
"Master, don't listen to this bumpkin's nonsense. I've seen a lot of bumpkin bards who run around to cheat for food and drink when they are young. Many people have been cheated …"
"All right."
The old butler's words were interrupted. The viscount turned the emerald ring on his left hand and said in a low voice, "Take them to rest and prepare more food. Master, please."
The old butler invited Grimm to sit at the table.
Grimm had perfectly hidden his wizard identity, so it was impossible for these people to recognize Grimm. Obviously, there were some other reasons. Maybe this viscount was holding on to a tiny bit of hope.
When people are helpless, emotions will always prevail over reason.
…
"What's your name, Master?"
The viscount asked.
"But disciple."
Grimm actually used the name of the main character in Grimm's Fairy Tales.
"December 1st, Thanksgiving? I've never heard of this festival. Is it a custom from any other place? "
The Viscount took a sip of tea and asked in confusion, "What's the ceremony?"
"Hehe, it is indeed a custom from a faraway city. It is said that a powerful sorcerer with boundless magic power obtained some insights from the movement of the sun, moon, and stars. He wrote these insights into a book called" Grimm's Fairy Tales ". Although many parts of it are irrelevant, they are only natural in the eyes of us mortals. Some of the deeper truths and mysteries contained in it are beyond our imagination."
As Grimm spoke, he actually took out a book called 'Grimm's Fairy Tales' from his arms.
"Master's kindness today is in line with the beautiful pursuit of 'Grimm's Fairy Tales'. I'll give you a copy of 'Grimm's Fairy Tales'. When you are confused, tired, and helpless, you will definitely gain something by reading it. It can also be used as an introductory reading material for the younger generation. The truth and mystery in it may penetrate deep into the soul, and you may understand some truth and mystery. Hehehe. "
Grimm said with a smile as he placed the "Grimm's Fairy Tales" on the table. At the same time, Little Myna, who was perched on his shoulder, seemed to have received some secret instructions as it spread its wings and flew out of the room.
"Huh?"
The Viscount picked up 'Grimm's Fairy Tales', casually flipped through two pages, put it aside, and said in a low voice, "I had a son at thirty, and I only had one bloodline. I was about to inherit the title and territory, but I sacrificed my life as a knight in the war with the city of Burlebos. Fortunately, I left a grandson. Who knew that when winter came, I don't know what disease this little guy contracted, sigh … "
As he spoke, the Viscount looked at Grimm with longing, "Master, during the Thanksgiving Day, the wizard with infinite magic, can he perceive my kindness and help me solve my problems?"
As he spoke, the Viscount actually burst into tears.
"You must remember, kindness will be rewarded. However, this is not a transaction, and there is no contract, so I can't answer."
The Viscount seemed to have expected Grimm's answer. He just nodded calmly and began to chat, listening to some of the strange things Grimm had experienced from other places, as well as the so-called Thanksgiving Day miracle, and so on, carrying out a potential brainwashing education.
As time passed, it gradually became night, and the cold wind became bitingly cold.
"Every winter, this time is the coldest time. We will hunt some firebirds during this time to drive away the cold."
But obviously, this was just the life of a noble.
The footsteps of knights and the happy laughter of beggars came from outside the door. Not only did they have a full meal today, but they also had a hot bath. This was simply an unimaginable enjoyment.
"Uncle Koutu."
The little girl that Grimm first saw had now changed into a new set of clothes. She looked very energetic and indescribably comfortable.
The concept of Thanksgiving Day fell into the little girl's heart for the first time, and she would never forget it for the rest of her life. She would pass the message of Thanksgiving Day to everyone related to her. This was the promotion of rules.
"Well, come and sit."
Grimm smiled and did as he pleased. In Grimm's eyes, everything was the vitality of nature in the Sorcerer World. The rich Goat Viscount, the unmotivated old fox butler, the gatekeeper Shiba Inu, and these shivering deer in the cold winter …
At this moment, the sound of wings flapping came from outside the door. It was Little Eight flying back. Needless to say, the matter was done. Little Eight did not attract the attention of the people who were bewitched by Grimm's Thanksgiving Day.
Sure enough, after a short while, in the dark night sky, elemental fluctuations came.
Buzz …
The bright light elements illuminated the entire small town. It was a level-2 Sorcerer. He seemed to be looking for something in the sky above the small town. With an elemental teleportation, he appeared in the Viscount's Mansion. Immediately, all the knights surrounded him, but no one scolded him unreasonably. They had long been stunned by the light elements surrounding him.
"I heard you express your gratitude in your Thanksgiving Day. Is there anything you need help with?"
What happened next was natural development. The Celestial Offering of the Sorcerers World was not something that Grimm had to rely on himself to maintain. Instead, it was something that everyone would consciously abide by. It was profitable, and it would allow the Sorcerers World to develop in a better direction.
Half an hourglass later.
"Thanksgiving Day, boohoo, thank you, Master!"
A beautiful woman in her twenties, who was holding a three-year-old child, thanked the Sorcerer with tears on her face. Needless to say, she was the most loyal believer in the promotion of Thanksgiving Day.
The next day.
Grimm left without a sound, just like he came without a sound.
"Hmm …"
In mid-air, Grimm let out a low muffled groan. His body squirmed and actually split into a clone of the Source of Destruction. However, in comparison, this clone only had the strength of a level-3 Great Sorcerer and had a compassionate appearance.
"Every year on the 1st of December, do your best to promote it. I've already connected you to the Mana Pool of the Magus Tower. If one epoch isn't enough, then two epochs will be enough. After I complete the Celestial Sacrifice, I'll devote myself to it again."
With that said, Grimm's main body continued to fly in the direction of the Eastern Coral Island, and this special clone of the Source of Destruction slowly landed on the ground.
There was only one real day of promotion every year, the Celestial Offering Thanksgiving Day. The difficulty of this and the time needed were unimaginable. Perhaps it was just to satisfy a trace of comfort in Grimm's heart.
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