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

"Just overnight, and it's become this long, your hair grows so quickly, Leon," Miss Elena twirled the black hair at the back of his head, carefully giving it a trim.


"It's just a side effect of that extreme training... I'm used to it," Leon languidly enjoyed the housekeeper lady's skilled haircutting.


Every half a month or so, after one of those inhuman "Magic Power special trainings," not only would his appetite surge, but his hair would also grow crazily overnight.


However, aside from that, there were no other symptoms. This was probably just the extreme stimulation and impact on his body from a short-term surge in Magic Element.


Sitting beside him, Olivia reached out and pinched a lock of the cut black hair from the cloth behind Leon's chair, playing with it.


Since they started living and sleeping together, she had been quite startled when she first witnessed this phenomenon.


Chapter 168: Sparring in the Barracks