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

Lord Mansion's afternoon meal had concluded.


Like always, Miss Treya, carrying two large baskets, left the manor and headed to Selva Village to pick out vegetables from several small stalls.


The not so large market area of the village was selling firewood, coal, tools, clothing, and vegetables. Apart from the occasional scattering of help from various households, it was mostly young village women attending the stalls.


Within Selva, apart from the recent incoming refugees on the western side and passersby, there were hardly any local elderly men and women to be seen around the town.


Treya was, of course, already aware of the unfortunate reason behind this scene.


The village that now seemed to prosper had, just a few months ago, suffered a tragic ordeal no less dismal than one of her own...


Chapter 155 Golden Lion and Luoyuan