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

In the damp, chilly dungeon, a heavy stench of blood lingered in the air, and intermittent screams of agony and pleas for mercy made Leon's eyelids twitch.


He had seen all manner of gruesome corpses on his journey,


but this was truly his first time witnessing living victims being subjected to a variety of fanciful professional tortures.


Faced with such a stomach-churning scene, Leon was glad he hadn't let Olivia come down with him.


"Sir, if you can't bear to watch, please go back, I'll keep an eye on things here," Marcello patted the young man's shoulder.


"Then I'll go back to sleep," Leon nodded.


After all, this guy wouldn't reveal anything more; he just kept repeating the same words or begging for a quick death.


Having seen the thief's fate, Leon felt his anger had almost entirely subsided.


Leaving the underground prison of the castle, Leon ascended the stairs, returned to the first floor, and saw Olivia waiting.


"Let's go, this is none of our business."


Chapter 111 "Framing and Setting Up