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.

the people in the city were gaunt and frail, their eyes burned with unwavering determination. For every one of

But time and again, their eyes drifted toward their

as he stood, the army would

as he fought, death

to march to the underworld, then at least they would have

rest of the Holland troop awaited them. They would hold

it was their turn to protect their

the stillness of the night, the rhythmic pounding of hooves echoed from the

came the deafening war cry.

they had grown tired of hearing the same

"Can't these barbarians come up

few soldiers chuckled in

the hundred soldiers at his side. "Tonight, we fight to our heart's

grew louder, a clear sign that the northern tribes and the barbarians had once again sent ten thousand meminto

battle of no

hand against

his blood, or perhaps it was just another illusion but the copper mirror

The warmth spread through him, chasing

cold.

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