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.

frail, their eyes burned with unwavering determination. For

as they waited. But time and again, their eyes drifted toward

stood, the army

as he fought, death held

were to march to the underworld, then at least they

Glen and the rest of the Holland troop awaited

their turn to protect their homeland and shield

the rhythmic

deafening war cry.

had grown tired of hearing the

come up with a

few soldiers chuckled

amusement. He turned to the hundred soldiers at his side.

that the northern tribes and the barbarians had once again sent

battle of no

a hand against

of his blood, or perhaps it was just another

warmth spread through him, chasing away the

cold.

if you can survive this... then you must survive."