The Great Demon Holm

Jack nodded reassuringly, then picked up the knife.,He leaned against the door, rubbing his head in pain, and once again the thought of retiring quickly came to mind.,As he spoke, he cast his gaze towards Old Jack standing beside him. Seeing the latter’s bewildered expression, he nonchalantly took off his old hat and placed it on his chest, then with a lazy slight bow, said:。