Strongest Hammer God novel Chapter 218

The two of them returned back to the team, and Bormine vouched for Kyle.

"What did he tell you?" Falk asked.

"You don't want to know," Bormine answered.

The others felt helpless.

"Why not?" Falk asked.

"Don't ask," Bormine said.

"Can you assure us that Kyle's information is accurate?" Horatio asked.

"Yes," Bormine answered.

"Would you bet your life on it?" Falk asked.

"I am already doing that," Bormine said. "If his information isn't accurate, we will die."

Silence.

"So, we go with Kyle's plan?" Horatio asked.

"Yes," Bormine said.

Horatio closed his eyes before nodding.

"Then, it is decided. We will ambush the Sandsuns before attacking the party," Horatio said.

Falk was not very happy, while Tracy nodded with conviction.

Falk didn't want to attack, but he was outvoted four-to-one.

When it was three-to-two, there was still room for discussion, but not when it was four-to-one.

In the end, Falk could only sigh. "Well, hope you're right."

"Anyway," Kyle said. "I'm going to sleep."

"Sleep?" Falk asked. "Oh, right! You're still an Adept! I forgot about that!"

Tracy chuckled a bit. "Happy sleep, Kyle," she said like she was talking to a child.

"He needs his sleep," Bormine said in a serious tone.

"Right, our little baby boy needs his sleep, or he will get cranky," Falk added with a smirk.

Kyle just rolled his eyes. "Laugh it up."

Most of them proceeded to chuckle.

"That was sarcasm," Kyle said.

"Go, we don't want you to yawn during the battle," Bormine commented neutrally.

Kyle rolled his eyes again before walking a couple of meters away to sleep on the ground.

Three hours later, Kyle woke up again.

While he still needed sleep, as a Peak Adept, he didn't need a lot.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Falk said when he saw Kyle walking back.

"You want some pancakes for breakfast?" Tracy asked with a chuckle.

"How do you know what pancakes are?" Kyle asked.

"Our cook made them many times," Tracy said.

"Her cook, she says," Falk said with a snort. "Little princess has a cook."

"Hey! I'm not little!" Tracy shouted with annoyance.

"That's the word you had issues with?" Falk asked with a loud laugh.

And just like that, Tracy became the butt of the jokes.

A couple more hours passed, and the mood slowly turned serious.

The religious party should arrive soon.

And eventually, they did.

Everyone saw a wagon being pulled by a couple of workers.

The three Servants sat on top of the wagon, chatting away and praying, while the three Paladins flanked the wagon.

The group of Fighters stayed hidden behind one of the lava pillars and didn't move.

Kyle's nose sniffed several times, trying to detect the Sandsuns.

For now, he wasn't smelling them.

He could smell the Servants, which smelled of incense and cleanliness.

He could also smell the workers, which just smelled like hard work.

The Paladins smelled like incense and metal.

"They could be in the wagon," Bormine whispered. "That's bad."

"Told you that's a bad idea," Falk said.

"Kyle?" Horatio asked.

"They're not in the wagon," Kyle said.

"How do you know?" Bormine asked.

"Trade secret," Kyle answered. "You trusted me yesterday. Just trust me again."

Everyone looked at Kyle.

"Fine," Bormine said.

"I trust Kyle," Tracy said.