Richest Mogul

Chapter 1985
The rumors said that Manfred was a cruel tyrant, and nearly every woman who had served him met a tragic end, tortured to the
brink of death.
He was beyond twisted. His mansion even housed a pit of serpents.
He had a particular fondness for cruel methods of torture.
In Everholm, a place far from the reach of any authority, no one could challenge
him.
Even now, the same could be said for Vlario. The common people lived in fear, trembling at the mercy of those in power. It
seemed like the entire world was sick, with no one caring about the lives of the ordinary.
They all viewed the commoners as mere insects. When Manfred's cold gaze swept across the room, it felt like a blade was
aimed at them.
"Keep the third person from the left," Manfred coldly ordered.
The girl who was third in line froze when she realized she was the one chosen to stay. Her face was drenched in tears, a look of
sheer terror overwhelming her.

Her eyes were extraordinarily beautiful. They were nearly identical to the woman in the portrait.
It was the tears in her eyes that captured Manfred's attention, leaving him entranced.
But after a brief moment of gazing at her, he grew cold again and muttered, "Still not right."
Just those three words seemed to jolt the drunken revelers back to a sliver of their senses.
"Manfred, you've been acting a bit strange lately. This girl looks untouched, with eyes that hold so much innocence. If you're not
interested, then let me have some fun with her. Honestly, her tears are so beautiful, those eyes... I'd love to keep them as a
collection."

The man speaking, Sterling Bowman, was in his 20s. He had a handsome face. His features carried a mix of charm, yet there
was an unsettling, chilling presence about him.
His words made the girl who remained even more terrified. She trembled violently.
The eyes that had once been praised for their beauty were now filled with nothing but dread.
"Mr. Atkinson, this girl caught my eye too. It seems you aren't interested, so let us have some fun with her first. Sterling, after
we've had our fill, you can go ahead and take her eyes out," one of the men said, eyeing the terrified girl as he spoke to Manfred,
who sat at the
head of the table.
This was nothing new for them. Manfred was the type of man who had countless women surrounding him. He never cared who
claimed them first.

If someone desired one of his women, he simply handed them over.
To them, these women were nothing more than objects to entertain them. If they
made them happy, then they were worth more than their weight in gold.
Many others joined in the laughter. The more terrified the girl looked, the more delighted they became.
No one noticed the killing intent that appeared in Manfred's eyes.
It was a kind of deadly intent born from countless battles. It was something beyond the imagination of these young men.
"Take her away," Manfred said coldly.
The maid at the door was momentarily stunned upon hearing this. Clearly, they hadn't expected such a command from Manfred.
After a brief moment of hesitation, the maid asked, "Mr. Atkinson, do you want her sent to the serpent pit?"
When the words "serpent pit" were spoken, the two men who had spoken earlier lit up, their eyes full of excitement and fervor.
"The serpent pit? Manfred, we haven't been there in a while.
"I heard they've added some new, rare species. Are you planning to test this girl

out with them? That sounds great! I'll come along to watch."
The beautiful girl would soon be surrounded by snakes, screaming in terror before eventually dying in the
serpent pit. Just thinking about that
scene made their blood boil with excitement.
Suddenly, Manfred stood up, his voice cutting through the room. "Tonight's banquet is over. Escort the guests out."
The room fell into stunned silence. Everyone was dumbfounded.
Something was off with Manfred. In the past few days, Manfred had been acting strangely, and no one could understand what
was going on with him.
His actions had been so unusual, as if the drowning had caused some kind of lingering illness.