The Hell Dwarf swallowed hard upon hearing this, eager to make a move.
Although he felt something was off, like how this guy knew his great-grandfather could drink lava, he still reached into his pocket, planning to use the wage he just earned today to give it a try.
But just as he was doing so, the goblins around him were in an uproar.
"How much???"
"Five Kela?!"
"I! Give me one!"
"Me, me, me!"
Upon hearing that such a big pot of stuff only cost five Kela, the goblins standing by widened their eyes in disbelief and rushed to the stall seats, afraid someone would beat them to it.
"The soup pot seats are limited, don't push! Either gather together at a table or line up in the back!"
[Tomb Chef God] hurriedly came out from behind the stall, pulling apart those goblins trying to sneak onto the clear soup pot table and collecting money from each one of them.
