But the next moment, it was grasped in Jason's hand.
Jason stared coldly at the orange ceramic plate.
A huge black shadow faintly appeared behind Jason, its scarlet eyes, just like Jason's, fixed intently on the orange ceramic plate, and from its gaping maw came a thunderous roar.
"Do you want to be eaten?"
Jason asked indifferently.
Immediately, the trembling plate regained its calm.
It quietly allowed Jason to handle it, letting him place hundreds of kilograms of sausages onto itself.
"Continue."
Jason said to the somewhat stunned Aras.
"Oh, oh right."
Aras nodded and quickly brought over a whole roasted sheep.
The huge shadow that had briefly loomed in his mind was now dispersed by the aroma of the food.
"I can't eat anymore, I can't!"
"But I still want to eat!"
Aras, who had eaten the roasted sheep, rubbed his obviously bloated stomach.
Then, he stood up.
