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

Leon suddenly wanted to try infusing Lokhak with the Boiling Heart to see how much it would strengthen his increasingly robust companion, wondering if he could achieve Olivia's physical strength.


During their casual chat, they discussed matters concerning their territory. Azeryan put down his goblet, "The eastern trade station has been built, and the tavern and inn are almost complete. I'll go to the city tomorrow to purchase supplies and sign some contracts with those merchant guilds."


Listening, Leon knew these negotiating affairs would be well handled by his partner.


Suddenly recalling that it had been nearly half a month since he had ordered a suit, which the old tailor should have finished, he informed his partner of the tailor's location, asking him to bring it back while he was in town.


"A suit? Did you buy it last time you were in the city? Finally decided to spend some money to dress up, huh?" Azeryan switched moods, teasingly said.


Chapter 115 Leisurely Days_2