He pushed the jar to his lips, and his face squeezed a little in dissatisfaction. The wine was no longer cold, but boiling hot due to the intense flames he had been throwing all around him.
The heat must have diluted its alcohol contents for he did not feel the pleasant snap on his tongue, he threw the empty jug aside, of course, he still drank every drop, he would never look down on free stuff.
With all the weapons inside his Spatial bracelet, he had nearly picked another weapon, but an idea occurred to him, and he chose to use the bones to contend with the golden wolf.
It was because he wanted to reduce its wariness against his weapon of choice, as he knew the golden wolf might not necessarily swallow a metallic weapon, for he needed it to swallow, for his plans to work at its maximum effect.
