Chapitre 111: Annabelle Claire

"Is it true that you don't have a backer and that your entire strength comes from your great luck?" The skinny man asked with a faint smile on his lips.

Michael's eyebrows furrowed deeply, but he didn't respond. What was that guy trying to do?

He was already a little confused and astonished to see two familiar idiots standing on the other side of the arena, but their appearance didn't irk him as much as the words of the young man. The way he spoke made him want to slap the skinny man.

"Some even said that you were simply fortunate with the Summon you obtained from your Fortune Summoning Scroll. They say that you have no skill and that the Will of the Origin Expanse looks after you!" The skinny man added, still smiling faintly.

"Who the hell are you?" Michael growled in annoyance.

He wanted to rest until his next battle would start, and not listen to an idiot rambling on and on without knowing anything.