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

"Ten thousand gold crowns? Have I grown so old that my ears have failed me? Are all of you being too unrealistic? I admit that Lord Canis holds a prestigious status, but this boundless greed and extortion far exceed a reasonable ransom range; the Gunnar Family cannot accept such an unreasonable demand..."


"Whether you accept it or not is your business; if you can't come up with the money to cover the losses from the war you instigated, then Lord Canis may have to spend a few more years in the Thorny Flower Territory—we won't miss feeding your Young Master."


Inside the grand hall, Old Mr. Henkel blew his beard and stared in anger, completely losing his previous composure.


Ten thousand gold crowns? One would think he was ransoming Count Trolsa.


Leon listened silently without interjecting.


Actually, he himself was shocked upon hearing the astronomical demands of his colleagues; such a ransom amount was clearly impossible.


Chapter 134: The Magician's Good Intentions