The highest reward in the universe

Feng Zhu knew that although Dong Ting seemed to be an out-and-out martial artist, in fact this man was sharper than anyone else.

This sharpness is quite different from his own.

Feng Zhu relied on his observation of details to make guesses, while Dong Ting relied entirely on his beastly intuition from fighting in the battlefield.

So after Fengzhu returned to the bedroom in the early morning, he raised his hand to light a cigarette every half hour.

He just let the cigarette that didn't have a strong smell burn slowly.

After he finally smelled some smoke, he went to the bathroom to take a shower and change his clothes, and then cleaned up all the cigarette butts and ash in the hall before going out.

Because calculating people like Dong Ting must not be too obvious.

To ordinary people, the smell of smoke has been washed away, but in Dong Ting's perception, it properly shows the sense of existence.

Originally, Fengzhu didn't expect to arouse Dong Ting's interest just by relying on the shallow smell of smoke once, thus sparking the topic about cigarettes.

In his plan, he was prepared to increase the smell of cigarettes on his body day by day.After all, I am upset because of the gods, so it makes sense to use cigarettes to calm my emotions.

But Fengzhu didn't expect that Dong Ting would directly ask the topic that he planned to guide the other party to mention when he just started to make arrangements today.

At this time, Fengzhu didn't know whether he should be surprised by Dong Ting's sharp sense of smell, or whether he should sigh that this man cared too much about himself, a highly valuable living target.

"That smoke is produced in the southern region, and the taste is delicate and light, and it's thanks to you that you can smell it."

Fengzhu raised his hand to help Dong Ting turn on the cleaning light, while quietly advancing the direction of the topic.

"Heh. The smoke from the Southern Region..."

Dong Ting, who was standing in the clean light and buttoning his shirt impatiently, couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

Fengzhu knew what he was laughing at.

Because the Southern Region has always been peaceful and prosperous.The tourism industry is developed there, attracting many ladies to visit and settle down, and it has gradually become a paradise for artists from all walks of life.

And most of the things produced in the Southern Region serve these people, even cigarettes.

In other words, the cigarettes there are basically smoked by women with weak bodies and sentimental art workers.No matter how you look at it, it is incompatible with the decisive Eastern Territory.

So it's no wonder Dong Ting laughed.

"You can call this regional discrimination, right? Is it possible that you love the Eastern Region so much that even the cigarettes you light on weekdays must be produced here?"

After asking this sentence, Feng Zhu actually already knew the answer.

Dong Ting didn't shy away from lighting cigarettes on weekdays. Feng Zhu could tell what kind of cigarettes he was lighting on the first day he became the fourth knight.

It is a cigarette that Beiyu has long since discontinued.

Cigarettes themselves are not well-known, and are said to taste bitter and pungent.The materials used in the whole pack of cigarettes are also very low-quality, and the production cost is so low that it is not even cheap.

Dong Ting doesn't seem to be someone who needs to use alcohol and tobacco to numb himself.He lit such a nondescript cigarette day in and day out, but he only looked at it and didn't smoke it. There was basically no other possibility except that there was a story behind this cigarette that only he knew.

Maybe this is also related to the reason why Dong Ting became king.

After all, Dong Ting's character is not like someone who will stay on the throne honestly.

In Feng Zhu's view, Dong Ting is more suitable to be a blood-licking mercenary or an unscrupulous star thief than the status of a king, at least he has no constraints on these two.

Secret information about why Dong Ting became king, which no one knows, has always been extremely valuable.

It was so high that even Feng Zhu himself didn't understand why he had endured it for so long and didn't get to the bottom of it.

Because for some smart people, knowing Dong Ting's past and obsessions, it is not difficult to find out the weakness of this tyrant.

Feng Zhu lowered his eyes and collected his thoughts. At this moment, the whole topic has gradually continued in the direction he wanted.

However, when Dong Ting spoke out the information he already knew, Feng Zhu was subconsciously absent-minded.

"Don't you think this smoke looks familiar?"

Dong Ting didn't pay attention to the loosely buttoned shirt, he just took a box of unopened cigarettes from the space device and threw it to Feng Zhu with a low smile.

"This cigarette is produced in the Northern Territory. As for the name of the cigarette..."

"It's called 'Storm.'"

Of course Fengzhu knows that this cigarette is called "Storm".

Because the smoke came from the storm star in the Northern Territory, the place where he was born, and the cage where he was imprisoned for five full years.

Stormstar has been swept by storms all year round, and even the smoke it produces is full of storm-like hot taste and pungent smell.

Such cigarettes were never meant for ordinary people.It has long been given out as rations to ghetto masses along with spirits at festivals.

Yes, the slums.

The Northern Territory, where nobles are everywhere, is the most polarized place in the entire universe.

Those who are rich can spend a lot of money all day long, while those who have no money can only rely on a few rations distributed by the nobles to survive the bone-chilling winter.

The reason why this cigarette was discontinued is also very simple.

Because his titular father, the so-called Lord of the Stormstar, was on the wrong side in the struggle for power, life was made even harder.At this time, of course he would not do any superficial effort to care about the rationing of the slum masses.

That guy has been in Storm Star for hundreds of years and he still looks like that.In the end, he even pinned his hopes on such a sacrifice as himself, hoping that the god of death who blesses the Northern Territory will be satisfied with his sincerity, and then become the capital for him to turn around.

Feng Zhu didn't even bother to comment on the other party's whimsical ideas.

He even wondered for a while whether his titular father had damaged his mind in the power struggle, and that's why he thought that Death Night Wilderness was an existence that would be shaken by being barely classified as a food sacrifice.

Feng Zhu put aside that too long memory, and took the cigarette case thrown by Dong Ting with a natural expression.

"Smoky name storm? The place of origin is...Storm Star?"

Feng Zhu casually played with the cigarette case in his hand, then casually looked down at the introduction of raw materials and origin on the side of the cigarette case.

Although he already knew everything, when he mentioned "Storm Star", his ending sound was still just right, and even the corners of his thin lips were slightly surprised. Different and playful.

"It's quite a coincidence."

"However, during the five years in the Northern Territory, although I have never been out of the castle, I have never heard that the Feng family also sells cigarettes part-time."

"It's just rations." Dong Ting said indifferently.

Even if this kind of thing is sold, few people buy it, so it has been directly beautified as not for sale since it was produced.At Fengzhu's age at that time, it was normal not to know about this cigarette.

"So... don't tell me that you are actually from the Northern Territory?"

Speaking of now, this is what Fengzhu really wants to ask.

Before, he was lighting a cigarette and taking a shower, all because of this problem at this moment.

Everyone in the universe knows that Dong Ting came from a slum, because Dong Ting became king all the way from the strange beasts on the border of the Eastern Region, so the world subconsciously acquiesces that he is from the Eastern Region.

But that was just acquiescence after all, Dong Ting never admitted anything himself.

After seeing this cigarette before, Fengzhu wondered about Dong Ting's origin.It was only because Dong Ting had no stake in him at that time, and because the identity records in the slums were always chaotic and difficult to trace, so he never paid much attention to it.

Now seems like the perfect time to unravel the mystery.

"What if I say yes?"

As Dong Ting spoke, he raised his hand and pulled the button of his shirt cuff.Xu Shi felt that his hands were too restrained, so he threw the button into the trash can, and then rolled it up a few times as usual.

Feng Zhu watched his movements on the face, but he was thinking about the cause and effect in his mind.

If Dong Ting was really from the Northern Territory, everything wouldn't make sense.

Because the Northern Territory has always worshiped the gods, and often held sacrifices for the gods.

After all, there are only a few guys like his father who sacrificed his own heirs, and most nobles directly choose people from the slums of various planets to sacrifice.In such an environment, Dong Ting's aversion to gods did not seem to be incomprehensible.

But Fengzhu always felt that something was wrong.

He didn't believe that Dongting would anger the gods for such a simple reason, and he didn't believe that this man would choose to put heavy shackles on his ferociousness because of such illusory reasons.

There must be something else in it that he doesn't know.

"If this smoke is really a ration produced by the storm star, generally speaking, it will only be distributed within the lord's rule."

The bedroom has not been turned on until now.

And the position where Feng Zhu was standing happened to be leaning against the dark curtain that was faintly floating with the cold wind.

Under the newly bright sky, the looming chaotic light slightly blurred Feng Zhu's vision, and he only saw Dong Ting walking towards him with a tired expression and drooping scarlet eyes.

"What? Did I surprise you because I was born in Stormstar?"

"Small, young master, master."

When he said the last three words, Dong Ting stretched his muscular wheat-colored arms and opened the curtain behind Fengzhu.

At that moment, his lowered voice was mixed with the sudden skylight, which made Fengzhu feel a sense of crisis.

I don't know why, at that moment, Fengzhu always had the illusion of being held by the neck by a wild beast.

That feeling was like what he felt on Death God at some point.

Perhaps because of the fear that suddenly surfaced in his heart, Fengzhu instantly gave up his plan to find out the reason why Dong Ting only lights but not smokes.

He always felt that if he continued to chat with Dong Ting like this, there might be some unexpected and dangerous developments.

Anyway, he now has clues that Dong Ting came from the Stormstar slum, and as long as he takes a little time to investigate carefully, he will eventually find some clues.So there was really no need for him to forcefully continue the topic at the risk of being seen through.

It's funny to say.

According to his original identity as the youngest son of the Lord of the Storm Star, there is nothing wrong with Dong Ting calling him "young master".

But now he is the knight and Dong Ting is the king.

So things like fate are really interesting.It can make people become kings in one go, and it can also make people flee to death.

"By the way. Speaking of Stormstar..."

After Dong Ting opened the curtains, he took a slight step back, as if the obscure gaze that Fengzhu felt just now was just a fleeting illusion.

Before Feng Zhu could speak, the tyrant changed the topic in an unclear tone.

"I heard that after your live broadcast, Lord Storm Star sent a new sacrifice to the central domain overnight."

When Dongting said this, a video communication request popped up on Fengzhu's smartphone.

And the source shown in this communication request is precisely the northern storm star.

Seeing this, Dong Ting twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and then continued to say what he hadn't finished just now:

"It's just that the sacrifice just stepped into the middle domain, and died inexplicably without even seeing the face of the god of death."

"Looking at it this way, that sacrifice seems to have something to do with you?"