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.

their eyes

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

stood, the

as he fought, death held no

to march to the underworld, then at least they would have their commander leading

them, Glen and the rest of the Holland troop awaited them. They would hold the line. They would protect

protect their homeland

stillness of the night, the rhythmic

came the deafening war cry.

a month, they had grown tired of hearing the

these barbarians come up with a

soldiers chuckled

to the hundred soldiers at his side. "Tonight, we fight to

of hooves grew louder, a clear sign that the northern tribes and

battle of

pressed a hand against

of his blood, or perhaps it was just

through

cold.

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