Meanwhile, he showed a sense of apology.
Jason knew his own appetite.
He didn't want to affect others because of himself.
"Being able to eat is the Talent of a warrior."
"And Jason, you are a born warrior."
"'Copper's Endurance' is the home of every warrior, so... eat to your heart's content!"
"I brought enough 'Battle Meals'."
The old instructor laughed and patted Jason on the shoulder.
This put Jason completely at ease, and then, smelling the once again fragrant huge iron pot, he walked straight over to it.
The very easy-to-cook 'Battle Meal' was completely ready after five minutes.
He didn't use a bowl again.
Jason directly picked up the iron pot from the bonfire, as tall as half a man and resembling a giant water jar and started pouring it into his mouth.
"Careful, it's hot..."
Jock reminded Jason, but before he could finish his sentence, he was stunned into silence.
Gulping, gulping.
