The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

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.

The goblins crowded around the clear soup pot formed a circle, and after a bout of gabble, they finally handed over some crumpled paper money, all while suspiciously eyeing the skeleton in front of them.

"You don't collect money from each person individually, right?"

"No, no, this isn't a self-service place. We charge by the pot. You can call your family and friends... but you can't take the soup away! The pot and ladle, either!"

"Got it, got it, do I look like that kind of goblin?" The goblin who had paid waved his hand, acting like a boss, impatiently urging, "Boss, bring the dishes!"

Another goblin who had also pitched in banged on the table and chimed in.

"Hurry up!"

"What's taking so long?!"

[Greedy Sword God] approached, smiling slyly at this group of NPCs he couldn't hack up yesterday.

"The dishes have separate charges."

The goblins immediately froze, finally noticing there was a menu on the table.

What the heck!

This was the first time they encountered a place that charged money before they even started ordering, and they were instantly furious.

"?!"

"What is this?!"

"Rip-off merchants!!!"

"%￥#@#!"

[Greedy Sword God] skillfully turned off the Translation Crystal, ignoring the furious curses before moving to serve the next table.

Glaring at the clear water bubbling in the soup pot, the gaggle of goblins gnashed their teeth in anger.

But with the money already spent, they could only patiently peruse the menu, jabbering about what to order.

They didn't dare to cause any trouble.

Back when the Trade Union ruled this street, they could turn and dash into a back alley, relying on those face-blind guards not being able to find them, leaving those unscrupulous merchants to helplessly stare.

But now if they dared to stir up trouble, Snick himself would grab them by the neck and toss them out like trash without even needing the guards to intervene.

After that, who knows where they would be sold off to.

Compared to other Demons in Hell, this lord from Black Wind Castle is already very, very merciful.

Besides, it's not so bad.

They only spent five Kela, but they're dining with Hell Dwarves, eating the same food—at least it seemed the same to them since it was all called hot pot.

This made their sensitive and vulnerable selves feel especially dignified.

After weighing the pros and cons, a few goblins ultimately decided that it was better not to lose this gig for a mere pittance...

A long line soon formed in front of the stall, but almost all the goblins in line were heading straight for the five Kela clear soup pot.

Even though the water in the pot wasn't worth five Kela, not even with the fuel underneath, they couldn't resist feeling it was worth it—a big boiling pot for just five Kela felt like a steal!

Plus, they found a loophole—

Adding their own seasoning!

Though they didn't have chili, the mushrooms growing under the bed, the rats caught in the sewer, and the grime rubbed from their armpits… these were all things that could go into the pot. Other goblins didn't mind, actually hoping others would put in more.

[Greedy Sword God] thought it was freeloading and wanted to pick a fight but was mysteriously held back by [Ash Descends from Heaven].

"You don't get it, making the goblins feel like they're getting a bargain is one of the hallmarks of this place. That's what they come for. If you don't let them get a bargain, they'll leave right away."

[Greedy Sword God] felt all kinds of uncomfortable, unable to help but say,

"But... coal and water also cost money."

[Ash Descends from Heaven] nodded seriously.

"That's right, they do cost money."

[Greedy Sword God] widened his eyes, and after a while, gave a thumbs up.

"Brilliant!"

He had eaten hot pot for years and never heard that adding water and fuel costs money!

This guy must've grown out of a street lamp?!

Compared to the penny-pinching goblins, the Hell Dwarves were rather generous.

Just as [Ash Descends from Heaven] initially guessed, they were the main consumers in Black Wind Castle's market.

Pulling out a hundred Kela bill without even blinking, they were just like the adventurers from Thunder City.

Sitting before the hotpot, the Hell Dwarf rubbed his hands together and, without waiting for the cooked dishes to be served, first scooped a ladle of the fiery red spicy soup base into his mouth without so much as a blow.

In an instant, his eyes widened like copper bells, his face flushed red, and he seemed about to leap from his seat.

"Oh oh oh! This taste, comparable to lava, is absolutely incredible! My throat feels like it's on fire!!"

He howled in delight, then quickly downed a gulp of beer to put out the fire, pounding the table excitedly, "That's the taste! Perfect, my friend! Quick! Quickly bring the dishes!"