"Thanks for everything, Ragar. This is for you. Say 'ahh'."
Ragar let out a small gasp but then hesitantly opened his mouth and took a bite.
His sharp fangs briefly flashed as he chewed, making Rocco blink his eyes.
If those fangs ever bit into him, he'd probably be devoured down to the bone in an instant.
Unlike the others, he wasn't particularly trained, so his body was soft and delicate.
The thought sent a chill down his spine and his face turned paled slightly.
"Ragar… you're not allowed to eat me, okay?"
"Of course not, Young Master. I would never commit such disrespect."
Ragar with his bulky body tilted his head in confusion.
Rocco wanted to believe him, but coming from someone with that kind of physique, the reassurance wasn't entirely convincing.
Still, it was Ragar.
He could trust him.
If it were Georgio, who was always goofing around, his trust level would be zero.