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

"Canis! ...Are you alright? If you're fine, that's good." On seeing his captured eldest son, Baron Gunnar was almost about to stand up.


But he was immediately surprised to discover that his son had not been restricted in any way by the Thorny Flower Family; under the wide cloak, there were not only no chains, but he was also wearing armor and his sword hung at his waist, with his blade not even removed.


"Father, I have something to say... and there's a real problem! We have been used, someone wanted me dead in the Thorny Flower's cell, and then to manipulate the furious Wolf Family as a knife in their hands."


Canis gritted his teeth, glaring towards the side seats. He raised his hand and pointed at the Northern Wizard: "General Trosa, that wizard named Met! He 'nearly' succeeded in murdering me. I request your permission to personally capture and deal with him!"


Chapter 147: Flip the Table