Veni Vidi

Valentine was exceptionally lively today.

People came and went on the streets of Valentine.

A long-unseen joy spread among the crowd.

The tavern doors were wide open, and the tavern owner happily called his workers to move out crates of beer, placing them on the street and hanging a sign for free drinks.

"Celebrate the return of Mr. Van der Linde!"

The bakery owner on the street also happily brought out several large pots of steamed bread he had made, placing them on the road and hanging a sign for free food.

This was also to celebrate the return of Mr. Van der Linde.

Female workers on the street ran around joyfully, some holding flowers, some holding small VDL Party flags they had made, and others continuously distributing small flags for free to the surrounding crowd.

"Mr. Van der Linde is coming back!"

"Oh my god! Those damned American politicians and capitalists got what they deserved! Mr. Van der Linde has returned safely!"

"Hurry, hurry, Mr. Van der Linde's train is about to arrive at Valentine Train Station!"

After such a long period of development and population transfer, Valentine had now become a small city with a population of 200,000.

This number of people was neither too many nor too few; at the very least, it was larger and more magnificent than the previous Blackwater.

Chief Rains Fall stood in the Indian-themed community, calling his tribesmen and some other Indians who had been inspired to move their stored, dried meat to the street.

Although the American community still found it difficult to integrate with them, after such a long period of peaceful development, the relationship between the two sides had greatly improved.

Mr. Van der Linde's spiritual and ideological education was quite effective.

For example, the most important conflict education shifted the conflicts between these various races to a common goal: the capital and government of the American East.

This resulted in both Indians, American, and even Black people having a common enemy.

Everyone gnashed their teeth in hatred when they mentioned the capital in the American East, which greatly reduced the conflicts between races on that basis.

Another point was that Europeans and Americans were a bit eccentric.

They had extreme racists within them, but also extreme atonement advocates.

Just as there were quality advocates, there were also meat-eaters.

Among them, regarding Indians, there were also extreme atonement advocates who promoted unconditional acceptance, unconditional offerings, and unconditional giving to atone for racial sins.

Although Mr. Van der Linde would not adopt the idiotic ideas of these people, this group also had their own efforts and achievements.

In short, the Indians had been doing quite well recently; at the very least, there were signs of integration beginning.

At this time, Rains Fall had his tribe members place dried meat on the street as an example of integration.

"Everyone, feel free to eat, to celebrate the return of Mr. Van der Linde!"

Indian women had just walked out of their rooms with their children when American female workers surrounded them with beer and bread.

"Yun, have some beer, dear! Come on, we're going to welcome Mr. Van der Linde!"

"Of course!" The Indian woman's face broke into a smile, then she greeted Chief Rains Fall and followed the American woman towards the Valentine Train Station in the distance.

The fundamental reason they could integrate so quickly was their co-working and co-habitation with the American.

Women had to work daily in Mr. Van der Linde's factory with American female workers, and men had to patrol daily with American gunmen.

This was the foundation of integration.

The crowd spontaneously surged towards Valentine Train Station.

At Valentine Train Station, it was already a sea of people, with banners waving.

Regardless of whether they were men or women, they either held a small VDL Party flag themselves or several people held a large flag.

The entire area around the Valentine Train Station, and even the streets of Valentine, were filled with the VDL Party's symbols as far as the eye could see.

Too many people came to Valentine this time; the return of Mr. Van der Linde not only drove the people of Valentine crazy, but the people in Mr. Van der Linde's jurisdiction throughout the entire American West also fell into madness and revelry.

Countless people arrived in Valentine over these two days by train, carriage, or even the long-distance public buses researched by the Van der Linde Research Institute, just to be able to welcome Mr. Van der Linde at the first possible moment.

According to incomplete statistics from the Van der Linde's Guard, as many as 150,000 people surged into Valentine over these two days!

This was still the data when the factories were not on holiday and Mr. Van der Linde's workers were still working; if the factories were on holiday, it would be hard to imagine what kind of frenzy Valentine would fall into!

The surge in numbers led to chaotic order; although the personal quality of the American West's people was steadily rising under Mr. Van der Linde's cultivation, the influence of the old American West's style was still too great.

To maintain good order, Davey even deployed two thousand Van der Linde's Guard to maintain order in the area.

As time slowly passed, the expanding Valentine Train Station became even livelier.

The atmosphere of the crowd also seemed to gradually reach its peak as time flowed.

Some people even began to spontaneously shout Dutch's name.

"Van der Linde!"

"Van der Linde!"

This shouting started small, but slowly grew louder and more unified.

Countless banners waved like dancing butterflies.

The crowd surrounding the railway line even reached a terrifying ten kilometers, almost reaching the location of Hope Ranch.

Some people even rode horses towards the snow-capped mountains of Ambarino, wanting to be the first to welcome and see Mr. Van der Linde's train.

Finally, when three extended armed trains appeared at the end of the railway, this frenzy reached its absolute peak.

"Ahhhhh!!! Mr. Van der Linde!"

"Mr. Van der Linde is back!"

"Van der Linde!!!"

Deafening cheers echoed through the snow-capped mountains of Ambarino.

"Choo Choo Choo..." The train's whistle and black smoke appeared in the Ambarino snow-capped mountains.

Then, an extended black armed train quickly drove along the snowy mountain railway towards Valentine.

The Valentine people riding horses below to welcome Mr. Van der Linde cheered and jumped for joy, excitedly standing up repeatedly from their horses and waving their large flags high in their hands.

"Van der Linde!"

"Van der Linde!"

They quickly urged their horses forward, turning their horses around as the train arrived, then raised their flags high and followed the train towards Valentine, while continuously shouting wildly.

In the American West, in this era, Dutch Van der Linde was an undisputed epic superstar!

He could drive all American West people completely insane!

"Whoosh whoosh~~~"

Flags rustled in the air with the horses' running, hundreds of horses forming a long straight line, surrounding Mr. Van der Linde's train like a torrent of ultimate faith!

Hearing the sounds outside, Dutch Van der Linde deliberately revealed his charming figure from the opening on top of the armed train.

The moment his figure appeared, the group of riders following the train on horseback fell into a fervent frenzy.

"Van der Linde!"

"Van der Linde!"

"Van der Linde!"

And as Dutch watched the groups of horsemen welcoming him behind the train, his heroic ambition and emotion also reached their peak.

He stood high on top of the train, waving his hands to the horsemen on both sides of the train.

"Hello, gentlemen!"