.
The yellow sand was still indistinct, and the rising sun was still hazy.
Derek rode on his horse, and as the saddle rose and fell, he stared expressionlessly at the horizon that connected the dust and the clouds.
It was gray and blurry.
Just like always.
A few seconds later, under his subordinate's respectful reminder, Derek turned his horse around and looked straight ahead.
The "door" that was blocked by more than ten barricades, the hard sand that had been trampled flat, and behind it were layers upon layers of fortresses, guards who stood solemnly, and the Double Cross-Shaped Stars Flag that fluttered in the air.
Of course, there was also a flag that looked like it was shrouded in fog and starlight.
The Stardust Flag.
Just like always.
As expected, a group of camp guards walked forward with arrogance.
They clashed with Derek's team. Both sides argued, roared, shoved, and crashed into each other.
They were like two stallions that ate in the same stall.
Derek did not care and let the situation develop. He only took out the waterskin in his saddle bag.
In Western Desert, the tongue would tell you faster than the eyes.
The desert was not far away.
When Derek swallowed his third mouthful of water, the captain of his personal guards pointed angrily at the flag behind him. The conflict reached its climax. The two sides who were glaring at each other could no longer suppress their emotions. They drew their swords, bows, and crossbows.
Under his personal guards' orders, hundreds of cavaliers immediately spread out into battle formation.
The camp guards behind the gate swarmed out, gritting their teeth as they tightly surrounded them.
Derek even saw more than ten Mystic Guns and city-guarding crossbows on the lookout tower. They were aiming at them.
The tense atmosphere was about to explode.
Just like always.
Derek, who was still riding on his horse, snorted softly.
He raised his waterskin again and swallowed his fourth mouthful of water in an elegant and free manner.
Then, of course, at the last moment, Frank, the Running Horse, appeared at the door at the right time. He sternly stopped the soldiers of the regular army under him. Then, he politely and respectfully came before Derek and asked him to forgive the Royal Family's regular army for being vigilant during a "special period".
He made it sound like they really had a "normal period".
Then, Frank, who looked much older compared to eleven years ago, represented the Baron of Blade Fangs to welcome them happily and warmly.
He also apologized sincerely for the baron being busy and not coming to welcome them.
Just like always.
Therefore, their team stepped into the camp under disdainful and hostile gazes. They walked onto the main road and welcomed the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
Derek, on the other hand, cast away the lethargy and fatigue from the journey. He straightened his back and tightened his shoulders. He allowed his beloved horse, Army Knife, to move forward in a leisurely manner without losing its elegance. It moved forward calmly, but it was not lacking in vigilance. His personal guards on both sides rode on their horses and dutifully swung their whips to clear the path. Their formation was neat, and they looked mighty.
The noisy campsite fell silent.
Puzzled and surprised, the people on the street first stared at them blankly for about five seconds.
Then, the first batch of people widened their eyes and trembled. They covered their mouths with both hands and let out suppressed cries.
They shouted and pointed at the flag behind Derek, telling those who did not manage to react what the flag represented.
In the face of all sorts of gazes, Derek tightened his muscles, be it his back, arms, or face.
Just like always.
About three seconds later, the crowd was in an uproar.
Amid the deafening commotion that could be compared to a siege, the captain of Derek's personal guards lifted the reins and moved forward in a familiar manner. His expression was fierce, and he swung his specially made whip in a beautiful circle in the air, releasing a warning crack.
"Make way!"
The captain's voice echoed in the fortress for more than a second.
Then, the crowd that filled the street and blocked the procession dispersed in a chaotic situation.
Among them, there were hurried footsteps, anxious cries from those who were dragged and knocked over, complaints from merchants whose goods were scattered, and vicious curses from those who were unlucky enough to have their belongings stolen during the chaos.
In the end, only the figures on both sides of the street and at the entrances of alleys were left. Most of the people tried their best to squeeze their bodies closer to the corners. At the same time, they put on respectful and curious gazes. Occasionally, they would sneak a glance at Derek's group, and quite a number of them were focused on Derek.
Just like always.
He had accumulated his might for hundreds of years, and he had been influenced by what he saw and heard. At least in this land, there were very few people who dared to go against the flag behind Derek.
Very few.
But …
It was not that there were none.
Derek swept his gaze over the street that was filled with dust and filth. He retracted his gaze from the two sneaky and unkempt ruffians. Before he could react, his personal guards who were patrolling the road ahead of him came forward and whipped the two ruffians, causing them to cry and wail as they crawled away from the empty street.
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