Richest Mogul

Chapter 1982

The soldier's words quickly spread from the city gates to the city, eventually reaching Kemp.

Kemp relayed the message to Manfred, who was intensely studying a battle map.

Manfred hadn't slept for days. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was etched with exhaustion.

He stared at the battle map before him, watching the flags of various forces flutter. When he heard the news from Kemp, his expression didn't relax. Instead, it became even more serious.

"Mr. Atkinson, we won. Aren't you happy?" Kemp asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Besides those stationed on the frontlines, no one knew the hardship they had endured over the past decade.

For the last ten years, the barbarians had allied with the northern tribes, launching multiple assaults. Combined with the king's incompetence and weak officials, things had only gotten worse since Glen's death. Vlario had descended into chaos.

If it weren't for Manfred leading his troops and holding the line, the country would have long since fallen and been destroyed.

Manfred opened his mouth, but the skin on his lips cracked, crusted with blood. "This attack was only their first attempt. They will attack again and with even greater forces."

face turned pale at his words.

the brink. Vlario had

Manfred from seizing the throne. Public opinion in Vlario had shifted, with many

grew older, he had become more focused on draining the people's wealth

large that it was nearly impossible

to such a state, and the ruler's

of this responsibility fell on

entire kingdom would be doomed. The barbarians' cavalry would sweep through, and the common people would fall into

years had passed, but there were few marks of it on Manfred's face. However, his eyes had

stood, Manfred commanded

both sharp and unyielding. "Let all the soldiers take a moment to rest There will be another battle tonight, though I will face this one with you all. Tell the citizens to leave the

straightened his

left in the city. The men and women had all

had been giving everything they had to hold off the enemy. However, even without Manfred's command, Kemp knew tonight would be their final battle, the one

never returned after she left ten years ago. For the past ten years, Manfred had been alone at the border, and it was truly heart-wrenching

closed his eyes, and placed his hand on a book beside him. The book was titled "36