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

Listening to the faintly howling wind of magic above the ceiling, Leon sat in the Mage Workshop, humming a tune leisurely while busying himself with the task at hand.


He was at the bright workbench, using tweezers to embed the outer frame components of the object in front of him into the glued joint surfaces... Finally, he placed a small Patiss Crystal, not yet laden with magic power, into the base of the cage frame.


His careful movements made him feel as if he had returned to the times of his previous life when he played with glue and models.


"Perfect," Leon said as he screwed on the handled lid, picking up the iron hand lantern the size of a palm made of a polyhedral pyramid frame.


This was a genuine "Earth Vein Spirit Lamp" made using standard materials from the storage of the Mage Tower.


As the name implies, the primary function of this thing is for exploring Earth Spiritual Veins.


Chapter 181 Spiritual Vein Ore