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

"Yes, you need to be prepared to negotiate with the envoy they send. If you lack an experienced spokesman, you can write a letter requesting personnel from Lord Eriv's castle to handle it. You should really take the opportunity to fleece the Wolf Family for a substantial number of gold crowns," Knight Marcello said with a laugh.


He had earlier heard from a colleague who returned from the front line that Canis of the Gunnar Family had performed valiantly on the Mamor Battlefield, slaying no fewer than five renowned Knight Kantadar and personally killing over a hundred enemies.


It was unexpected that the enemy capsized in the small village of Longka, falling into the hands of their own equally young and brave Lord Pendragon.


"Young Master? Is he the heir to the Wolf Family?" Leon asked, startled.


"Yes, Sir, Canis is the eldest son of Baron Gunnar," Sir Redo nodded in response.


Chapter 131: Cleaning Up the Battlefield_3