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

"Assassins? How are there assassins again?" Leon felt shocked.


The body of Canis, whom he had no idea who had killed, had just been secretly brought by him to Selva, and was still in the carriage in the backyard.


How did another assassin pop out of nowhere? When did he ever poke a hornet's nest of assassins?


Leon turned and ordered the servants to wake up the three guards who had returned from Longka, to ensure the protection of the estate, and then he found a lantern and rushed with the soldiers to the east of the village.


He hurried to his own inn, only to see Sir Sambu, who was responsible for the protection of the Baroness, had already let the soldiers seal off the inside and outside of the entire building.


Upon entering, he saw that the candles around and on the ceiling had been lit in the hall; it seemed that all the staying guests had been awakened, gathering in the middle of the tavern.


Chapter 137: Fate, Ineffable_2