Vending Machine in the Dungeon (3)

"Tongtong...? Don't tell me you were raising it..."

I asked, still looking dazed.

He brought the trumpet back to his ear this time.

Apparently, if he did that, it would convert my words into something he could understand.

That's a pretty tempting item.

The goblin in the suit vest nodded proudly at my words.

"That's right! Tongtong is precious family—so precious I wouldn't even mind putting it in my eye!"

At that confident answer, I felt a bead of cold sweat run down my back.

Could it be that all the mimics and moss crabs I'd dealt with on the way here...

I cautiously pointed behind me and asked...