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

But how fleeting is this mere span of decades in a human life? Mortal life is like a passing cloud. When one's time comes to an end, with aged hands unable to lift heavy weapons, glory returns to dust, and the wealth, status, love, and honors you seek now will all be carried away by the wind."


"What do you mean? Does the Society of Magicians possess magic to prolong life?"


"Of course, my lord, how old do I appear to you?" Mage Met inquired with an arched eyebrow.


Leon sized up the man, well aware that since he posed the question, his actual age must differ significantly from his appearance.


Nonetheless, he didn't go contrary for the sake of it and went along with the conversation, offering a guess from an ordinary person's point of view: "Forty?"


"As for myself, I have lived for over one hundred and eighty years," Met replied nonchalantly.


Leon did his best to feign a look of surprise and nodded: "Oh, that's fascinating, remarkable."


Chapter 134: The Magician's Good Intentions_2