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

After dinner at the residence, Leon gathered everyone around in his hall for a meeting.


After everyone was seated, Leon looked apologetically at Azeryan on his left, "The task of recruiting craftsmen, I'm afraid I must trouble you to make several more trips around the town and surroundings, if it weren't for urgent matters that need to be addressed quickly, I would definitely go with you, and after this trip, you must rest well at home."


Going back and forth, always having his good brother help out around the territory, Leon felt deeply guilty, especially since the daily Magic Power training had just begun and he shouldn't interrupt it without a major reason.


"Don't worry, it's not troublesome for me; interacting with all kinds of people also benefits me greatly," the noble youth said with a light smile, not feeling tired; he quite enjoyed managing various affairs of the territory.


Chapter 102: Barracks Construction and Troop Training_2