A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay",Jack's Old Man wiped the wine stain from his lips: "I just don't get you. Is it so thrilling to practice in the deep mountains and old forests If it were me, I'd suffocate from boredom in a day.",In the next instant, a blurry black shape flashed before his eyes.。