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.

city was shrouded in darkness. Though the people in the city were gaunt and frail, their eyes burned with unwavering determination. For every

waited. But time and

he stood, the army would

he fought, death held no

march to the underworld, then at least they would have

awaited them. They would hold the line. They would protect

was their turn to protect their homeland and shield the

night, the rhythmic pounding of hooves echoed

the deafening war

a month, they had grown tired of hearing the same

these barbarians come up with a new

soldiers

to the hundred soldiers at his side. "Tonight,

sign that the northern tribes

was a battle

pressed a hand against

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

warmth spread through him, chasing

cold.

Atkinson, if you can survive this... then you must survive." Kemp's voice was