Strongest Hammer God novel Chapter 253

Kyle and Michael traveled back to Starkhold over the next couple of hours.

More words had been spoken at the start of the journey than at the end.

During their journey, they avoided traveling through the towns and cities.

After all, Kyle was carrying a mangled corpse. There would be too many questions.

As soon as they reached Starkhold's western gate, the guards immediately narrowed their eyes and approached Kyle.

"Kyle, what happened?" one of them asked.

"Got attacked by a Late Knight," Kyle said. "Barely anyone survived. Someone else is involved in the attack as well, but I will talk with my Chief first."

Usually, when something like this happened, the person immediately had to tell the nearest guard.

"Go ahead!" the other guard said. "I hope they will execute that other guy!"

Luckily, Kyle was very well known amongst the guards of the city.

Kyle walked through the city with the corpse, eliciting several shocked glances from the citizens.

"Falk already arrived," the Fighter on guard duty told Kyle with furrowed brows. "He seemed pretty angry."

Kyle nodded. "Can I take Michael inside with me? He has more information."

"Go ahead," the guard said.

"Thank you," Michael said from the back.

Kyle approached the Chief's office without hesitation and barged through the door.

The Chief didn't seem shocked when he saw Kyle walking in with a corpse.

A moment later, Kyle dropped the corpse on the ground and pointed at it. "This guy attacked our team. We suspect the commissioner sent him after us."

The Chief wordlessly walked forward and touched the corpse.

"How did you survive?" the Chief asked calmly.

"Two people died, and Michael helped," Kyle said, gesturing at the Sorcerer behind him.

The Chief threw a glance at Michael, who felt it difficult to breathe under the gaze.

"Tell me everything that has happened," the Chief said, walking to the window again.

Kyle reported everything, and Michael also told his side of the events.

"I'm going to put him on the kill list," the Chief said. "If he shows himself in our territory again, I will send someone to deal with him."

Kyle sighed in relief when he heard that.

"Thank you," Kyle said.

Then, the Chief glanced at Kyle for a moment.

"You seem rather calm," he commented.

Kyle shrugged. "What's the point of getting all sad and angry? I'm not strong enough to take revenge, and my comrades are already dead."

The Chief just nodded. "Many people need years of death to develop such a mindset."

"Thanks," Kyle said, "by the way, is it possible to accept Michael as a specialist?"

Michael had already talked with Kyle about this.

"We are still far away from the threshold," the Chief said.

"Thank you," Kyle said.

"Thank you, Chief," Michael said with a polite bow.

In order to be counted as a Fighter Guild, 90% of its members needed to be Fighters.

Not 100%.

Sometimes, some missions needed people from other classes, and many Fighter Guilds had a couple of these members for these missions.

They were called specialists, and they were essentially members of a Fighter Guild who were not Fighters.

"Bring him to Noah," Chief said.

"That was easy," Kyle commented.

"Elaborate," the Chief said emotionlessly.

"No test? No fights? No Momentum test?" Kyle asked.

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