Michel, under the chilling chorus of the little monkeys, simply frowned with slight annoyance.
If I had my sword, I would finish off these beasts pretty quickly.
However, due to game competition, he only had a bow and arrows. Although he used them when he was younger, he was not very skilled with that weapon.
So Michel had no choice but to use martial arts to face all these monkeys, and the great monkey of Baron rank.
The dark aura began to cover his body as if it were a kind of energy armor. His control over it was truly exquisite; it was no wonder he was called the greatest genius in the kingdom of Aragon.
Michel turned his face to one side when he saw Elizabeth standing next to him.
"I'll help you weaken the monkeys, so don't hold back," she said as she quickly muttered a spell she had learned from her father.
Michel smiled slightly and ran toward the monkeys, looking slightly excited.
