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.

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

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

long as he stood, the

fought,

the underworld, then at

awaited them. They would hold the line. They

was their turn to protect their

rhythmic pounding

deafening war

had grown tired of hearing

barbarians come

few soldiers chuckled in

with amusement. He turned to the hundred soldiers at his

a clear sign that the northern

a battle

pressed a hand

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

through him, chasing away the

cold.

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