The Impact of the Sandstorm

"Get up."Kant sat on the horse and stretched out his hand. "There's no need for so many formalities."

These were all trustworthy light cavalry soldiers.

At the same time, Kant's eyes swept over their bodies. The outer linen robe and the leather armor inside were all dirty. There were even grains of sand in their hair. They looked like they were worn out from travel.

Kant could not help but frown slightly. He asked, "The sandstorm has continued until here?"

"Yes." The desert bandits nodded with lingering fear. "It has continued for an entire night. It only ended in the morning."

"How are the losses of the posthouse?" Kant asked with a frown.

"It's worth rejoicing. Before the Sandstorm arrived, we all returned to the posthouse and blocked the doors and windows with wooden planks and blankets. There were no losses," The desert bandits replied.

"That's good." Kant nodded.