387. Damn! If you're going to do a classic remake, at least remake something good! What the heck is Zangil's Poison?

"And this guy might be useful later, don't worry, he's already gone mad; he won't hurt you."

"But it's exactly because he's gone mad that I am scared."

At this moment, Hog, like a puppet on strings, bitterly muttered to himself in his heart.

But still, following Sir Morphy's instructions, he walked with Lame Claw towards the room where the festival wands were stored, making small talk with him.

However, Lame Claw truly was mad. The way he spoke incoherently and occasionally howled made it impossible for Hog to understand any of his thoughts.

It wasn't until he saw the ten festival wands prepared by Lame Claw that Hog's fur bristled.

"I didn't want these!"

He grabbed a crudely made wand and fiercely said to an innocent-looking Lame Claw:

"I wanted the exquisite, powerful kind of wands, like the one on my waist, capable of controlling an entire Skeleton Army! Not this kind that struggles to control even ten skeletons!

This isn't what Tear Meat Teacher promised me!