Strongest Hammer God novel Chapter 255

Wyveria looked at Kyle with furrowed brows.

These options actually didn't seem that bad.

Then, she glanced at Bonk, who just smiled at her.

"Fine," she said. "I'm not going to kill him."

Kyle just nodded.

"But I'm going to make his life hell," she said before walking out of the cafeteria.

"What about the Ace Team?" one of the Fighters asked from a distance.

"Tell the Chief to get his lazy ass to work," she shouted before closing the door behind her.

After Wyveria left, the mood in the cafeteria improved a bit.

At least they would get their revenge.

"How did you manage to convince Wyveria?" one of the Fighters asked with an impressed expression.

"You saw what happened," Kyle answered. "I don't think you need me to explain."

The Fighter just thought about what Kyle had said.

Yeah, he had been logical and reasonable, but that rarely worked when Wyveria was angry.

She would just do whatever she wanted anyway.

The fact that Wyveria calmed down seemed almost unreal.

She was like a wild storm when she was angry.

There was no way to talk down a wild storm.

And yet, Kyle had done so.

After a bit, Kyle joined the others and sat down at the same table as Falk.

Falk avoided Kyle's eyes the entire time.

"The valuables of the corpse will go to Tracy's and Bormine's loved ones," he said.

Falk furrowed his brows as he looked at Kyle.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yep," Kyle answered. "I already told the store to do it. It's probably going to be something like 30 Ether Stones."

Falk seemed positively surprised. "I thought you didn't care about them."

"I've never said that," Kyle answered. "I said that risking our lives for dead people won't change anything. I am not risking our lives by giving their living relatives money."

"Also, it's the right thing to do."

"I repay my debts. Always."

Falk looked with uncertainty at Kyle, but it was already clear that he had calmed down somewhat.

For a while, he remained silent.

"What is a team for you?" Falk asked.

"A team?" Kyle repeated before thinking about his answer for a while. "A group of people working together to achieve a common goal."

"Not friends?" Falk asked with furrowed brows.

"A team can be made of friends," Kyle said. "Our team was made of friends. We all risked our lives for each other. Bormine, you, and Horatio could have just run away since you were never the targets, but you risked your life to help me."

"I would have done the same thing, and I have done so many times."

Naturally, the Dwarves had been on almost a hundred missions together, and there had been very dangerous ones as well.

Just as Kyle said, he had often charged in, putting his life in the biggest danger.

Falk thought about Kyle's answer for a while.

"Why did you show so little reaction when our friends died?" he asked.

"Because there's no reason to," Kyle answered. "What's the point of feeling bad about something that happened? Feeling bad won't change the situation."

Falk looked at Kyle with skepticism. "That's usually not how emotions work. They happen anyway."

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