Chapter 43

Tony was a smoker. He knew that in all of Chernea, there were no cigarettes with the longsword symbol unless they were brought back from the battlefield. On the battlefield, cigarettes were a luxury. Only those with high status could afford to bring them back and smoke them at leisure. The thought made Tony's scalp tingle. He quickly pulled out his phone and called one of his subordinates. "Where did the trash from the junkyard get sent?" His subordinate was puzzled as he thought someone of Tony's stature shouldn't be concerned with such things. "Probably to the wasteland in Serenfall, where it's all processed together." Tony frantically instructed, "Hurry! Get everyone we have and dig through the wasteland to find all the trash transferred from the junkyard." Tony's subordinate was dumbfounded. He never expected Tony to say something like this. "Mr. Tony, but—" Tony slammed his hand on the table and roared, "When I tell you to dig through trash, you dig! Find every cigarette b