A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 1428: Chapter 1429: Thanksgiving Promotion

"Who are you?"

Wearing an emerald ring on his nameless finger, this viscount, nearing sixty, walked towards the gate, escorted by three knights and an old butler, followed by a group of whispering, peeping servants.

"A goat troubled by worries, today is the Gratitude Festival on December 1st. With your compassionate heart, do some good deeds, like giving these starving little deer a mouthful of hot food and some warmth. I believe your troubles will be greatly alleviated, and your kindness will inspire others, rewarding you with the same kindness."

Green stood on the steps, not showcasing any strength, but using his words and demeanor, with an air of compassion, looking down at the masses.

The knights were already stunned by Green’s prophet-like image, and the viscount paused momentarily.

It was evident that this viscount was not a vicious guy, just a shrewd businessman muddling through life.

"Where did this bumpkin come from, causing such a commotion with the master? Hurry up and chase him away!"

Behind the viscount, the old butler had a ferocious look, impatiently waving his arms, signaling the knights to drive Green away from the platform. Instantly, the beggars following Green took a step back, timid as if ready to flee at any moment.

"Wait!"

The somewhat portly viscount, gazing into Green’s eyes, spoke.

"Troubled by worries, do you know my troubles?"

"I saw a little lamb whose days seem numbered unless a true wizard can use life witchcraft to support him through this harsh winter, until spring brings rebirth and growth, granting continuation of life."

Green spoke in a low, hoarse voice, filled with mystery.

"Master, don’t listen to this bumpkin’s nonsense. I’ve seen many young wanderers like this one, begging and deceiving for food and drink... many people have been fooled..."

"Enough."

The old butler’s advice was cut off. The viscount, after turning the emerald ring on his left hand with his right hand, said in a deep voice, "Let them rest and prepare more food, Master, please."

The old butler showed an inviting gesture for Green to be seated.

Green had perfectly concealed his identity as a wizard; these people couldn’t recognize Green. Evidently, it was due to some other reasons, perhaps the viscount held a flicker of hope.

People often let emotions overpower reason when in helplessness.

...

"How shall I address the master?"

The viscount asked.

"Ketu."

Green actually used the main character’s name from Grimm’s Fairy Tales.

"December 1st, Gratitude Festival? I have never heard of such a festival, is it a custom from elsewhere?"

The viscount sipped his tea, asking with curiosity, then added, "Is there any ceremony involved?"

"Haha, it’s indeed a custom from distant cities. It is said a powerful wizard, boundless in magic power, gained enlightenment from the movement of the sun, moon, and stars, writing it into a book called Grimm’s Fairy Tales. Although many places seem unfounded, it’s just how we mere mortals perceive it; profound principles and mysteries are beyond our imagination."

Saying this, Green actually took out a copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales from his pocket.

"Your kindness today aligns with the beauty pursued in Grimm’s Fairy Tales. I’ll give you this book. When lost, perplexed, or helpless, reading it might bring you insights; it can also serve as an educational material for descendants. The principles and mysteries it holds might deeply touch your soul, granting you an understanding of some truths, haha."

Green said smilingly, placing the book on the table, while Xiao Ba on his shoulder seemed to receive an instruction, spreading its wings and flying out of the room.

"Uh?"

The viscount picked up Grimm’s Fairy Tales, casually flipped through a couple of pages, then set it aside, saying deeply, "I had a son at thirty, the sole heir. He was about to inherit the title and land, but he sacrificed himself as a knight in the war with Belobos City. Fortunately, he left a grandson. But as winter set in, the little guy caught some illness, alas..."

Saying this, the viscount looked at Green with hope, "Master, during the Gratitude Festival, can that powerful wizard sensing my kind heart help relieve my troubles?"

As he spoke, the viscount shed tears.

"Remember, a kind heart reaps good returns; however, this is not a transaction, there’s no contract, I can’t give you any answers."

Green’s answer seemed expected by the viscount, who merely nodded calmly, starting to chat about bizarre tales of Green’s travels, so-called Gratitude Festival miracles, conducting subtle indoctrination.

Time passed, gradually reaching nighttime as the cold wind grew harsher.

"Every winter, this time is the coldest. During this period, we hunt some firebirds to fend off the cold."

But obviously, this was just a noble’s indulgence.

Outside came the footsteps of knights, along with the joyful laughter of beggars. Today they not only had a hearty meal but enjoyed a hot bath, an unimaginable luxury in the past.

"Uncle Ketu."

The first little girl beggar Green saw had changed into new clothes, looking refreshed and indescribably comforted.

The concept of Gratitude Festival struck the little girl’s heart for the first time, a memory that would last a lifetime and be passed to every associated person, thus promoting the rule.

"Come, have a seat."

Green said with a smile, acting at will. In Green’s eyes, everything was a natural part of the Wizard World, the wealthy goat viscount, the unambitious sly old butler, the watchdog, the shivering little deer in winter...

At this time, the flapping of wings came from outside, it was Xiao Ba returning. Needless to say, the task was completed without attracting attention from those absorbed in the Gratitude Festival brought by Green.

Sure enough, shortly thereafter, a fluctuation in the dark night sky arrived.

Buzz...

The shining Element of Light brightened the whole town; it was a Second-Level Wizard, seemingly searching for something above the town, performing an Elemental Teleport into the Viscount’s Manor. Instantly, all the knights gathered around, yet none rudely rebuked, having long been dazed by the encircling Element of Light.

"In the gratitude of the festival, I heard your heartfelt gratitude, is there anything you need assistance with?"

What followed naturally evolved on its own. True Spirit Dedication in Wizard World wasn’t about Green maintaining it through personal effort, rather having everyone execute it willingly, beneficially guiding the Wizard World toward a better future.

A short Hourglass later.

"Gratitude Festival, sobbing, thank you, Master!"

Holding a three or four-year-old child, a roughly twenty-something woman with tear-streaked cheeks thanked the wizard, undoubtedly becoming another of the Gratitude Festival’s most loyal believers.

The next day.

Green departed quietly, as silently as he had arrived.

"Hmm..."

In mid-air, Green let out a deep murmur, his body squirmed, splitting into an Oblivion Source Avatar. However, this Oblivion Source Avatar had only Third-Level Great Sorcerer power, with an air of compassion.

"On every Gratitude Festival, December 1st, do your utmost to promote it. I’ve linked you to the Sorcerer’s Tower Source of Magic Power. If one era doesn’t suffice, then two. Once I complete the True Spirit Dedication, I will devote myself fully again."

Saying this, Green’s main body continued flying toward East Coral Island, while the special Oblivion Source Avatar gently descended to the ground.

There was only one day each year for true promotion, the True Spirit Dedication Gratitude Festival, whose challenging nature and required years were unimaginable, possibly only meant to satisfy some solace in Green’s heart.

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PS: Tomorrow is July 22nd, at one o’clock in the afternoon, the server for Invincible Legend will open. Interested wizards can establish a legion in Wu Country. Who knows how many en wish to fight to conquer the world together? Mainstream media’s most anticipated new game rank number one, honestly, it’s a bit exciting!