Sword of Autumn Wind

In a world hanging by a thread, where fragile order crumbles under the weight of arrogance, an empire's ambition reignites the catastrophes of a forgotten age. 
Ancient souls, long slumbering, awaken to a realm haunted by echoes of castles and towers, consumed by lust, betrayal, and bloodshed. 
Amid the chaos, mysterious cards—relics of a bygone era—stir with untold power, weaving the threads of magic and fate. 
As the past and present collide, an inevitable doom looms on the horizon, drawing ever closer with each passing moment!

Knights and Magic Wand

On the eastern side of Selva, in the bustling logging site where young men swung their axes to fell the trees amidst creaking roars, Mr. Brian Sr. scanned his surroundings before turning to look at Leon and the others.


"Lord, how many soldiers do you need the barracks to accommodate for long-term garrisoning and training?"


"...Although I can only sustain a standing force of thirty men at the moment, I foresee that we will need to accommodate at least two hundred elite soldiers for daily living and training." After estimating in his mind, Leon gave the old blacksmith a relatively redundant number.


Mr. Brian Sr., knowing that the young knight before him might soon be granted a higher title, was not surprised that the future would require the power to independently command and lead an army.


Lifting his slightly limping step, Brian headed towards the direction of the river.


Chapter 102: Barracks Construction and Troop Training