Richest Mogul

Chapter 1983

Every word Manfred uttered was filled with the utmost gentleness.

Manfred chuckled softly. "For ten years, this copper mirror has never felt different. But now... it's warm."

Perhaps it was just his imagination.

The bitter cold of the border had seeped into his very bones. The soldiers and the remaining citizens had not had a proper meal in three days. Like everyone else, he had survived on bark for the past three days.

If not for the last shred of humanity left in him, he might have resorted to what many others had done-eating the flesh of the fallen barbarians, drinking their bone broth.

But he was afraid.

Afraid that one day, if he ever saw Vivian again, she would know what he had done and find him filthy.

That thought alone steeled his resolve.

Manfred carefully placed the copper mirror back against his chest.

Even if tonight meant certain death, he would carry it with him. Perhaps, in death, he would finally see Vivian again.

Nightfall came swiftly.

and frail, their eyes burned with unwavering determination. For every one of them that fell, they

as they waited. But time and again, their

long as he stood, the army

he fought, death held no

underworld, then at least they would have

Holland troop awaited

turn to protect their homeland and

of the night, the rhythmic pounding of

deafening war cry.

had grown tired of hearing the

scoffed. "Can't these barbarians come up with

few soldiers chuckled in

Manfred's eyes flickered with amusement. He turned to the hundred

the northern

battle

pressed a hand

perhaps it was just another illusion but the copper

spread through him, chasing away the

cold.

survive this... then you must survive." Kemp's voice was hoarse;