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."

turned pale at his

were on the brink. Vlario had not sent reinforcements, claiming they needed to focus on defending

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

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

so large that it was

to such a state, and the ruler's actions

this responsibility fell

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

it on Manfred's face. However, his eyes

he stood, Manfred

held a resolve that was 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 city

straightened his

few citizens left in the city. The men and women had all enlisted, and the elderly and children had long since

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

Vivian never returned after she left ten years ago. For the past ten years,

left, Manfred sat down. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and placed his hand on a book beside him. The book