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

The doors of the hall were tightly closed as Lokhak placed the heavy coin chest on the table.


As everyone gathered around the table, Leon opened the lid.


It was a glow that symbolized a wealth of fortune, quickening the heartbeats of those beholding it.


Leon extended his hand, his fingers diving into the pile of coins, and he grasped a handful of Kantadar Gold Coins. The gold minted currency cascaded through his fingers with a clinking sound.


Feeling the cool touch and the heavy weight, he now understood why, in tales of old, giant dragons fancied sleeping atop mountains of gold... The joy this wealth brought was splendid indeed.


Although he had handled no less than eight hundred Gold Coins in various transactions along his journey,


the sensory impact of seeing a thousand gold crowns' worth of Gold Coins piled together simply couldn't be compared.


Chapter 104 Gifts