"Are you saying my Magic Puppets are just there to make up the numbers?" The Lich Old Man frowned deeply after hearing Pandora's words, clearly displeased. "That's going too far. My Magic Puppets might not be able to beat you, but they're more than capable of dealing with Wizard Apprentices. They could even defeat some weaker Wizards."
"Wait! You just said that compared to what you designed, my skeletons were only there to make up the numbers?" The Lich Old Man's brows shot up as if he had caught something crucial. He quickly looked at Pandora and asked, "You designed Magic Puppets too? How did you design them? Let me see."
"Whoosh!"
Pandora unfurled the scroll in her hand and showed the blueprint to the Lich Old Man.
"This one," Pandora said.
"This one?" The Lich Old Man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the blueprint. He had decided that no matter how perfect Pandora's design was, he would find a few flaws to save face.
But the moment his gaze touched the blueprint, he froze.
"Hisss—"
The Lich Old Man sucked in a breath as though his teeth hurt. He stared at the blueprint for several seconds, pointed at its contents, and looked at Pandora suspiciously. "What is this thing?"
"A blueprint," Pandora answered seriously.
"This is a blueprint?!" The Lich Old Man raised his voice as if he had been pricked by a needle, his eyes widening. "Little girl, are you deliberately making fun of me? No matter how I look at it, this doesn't resemble a blueprint at all."
As he spoke, the Lich Old Man pointed at the ground beside him. "This is what a blueprint should look like, all right?!"
Pandora looked over and saw a crude, ugly drawing on the ground, looking very