Swift and Black Dog

"We were both young," Jack said softly.

The harsh afternoon sun pierced through the blinds like a sword, illuminating the thin corners of his face.He exhaled a puff of blue-gray smoke, paying no heed to the gazes of the well-dressed diners at other tables.It won't be long before the head waiter comes over and gently asks him to leave the building.

At that point, without further ado, David would step in, flash his ministerial badge, and pronounce Jack's full name, not just a little loudly, but a little too seriously.The foreman must have been so scared that he apologized immediately, and then asked for an autograph and a group photo.When these things happened, Jack would hear a lot of people whispering.

Is that Jack Swift?

God, did you see his hands?

He looks like a bum from Bonethorn Cliff.

I heard he likes men.

Jack raised his scarred hand, pulled the puff of smoke down, and played with it around his fingertips.In this way, the diners around will know that the homeless man in front of them is actually a mage.It doesn't matter what kind of mage is, most people who are sensible don't dare to provoke a mage.

The trick worked, and all curious eyes averted.Only David still looked at him, but in fact, David didn't bother to pay attention to him at first.

He sat across from Jack, in a tailored blue suit, tapping the back of his finger on his fourth emerald gin of the day, clinking with his golden ministerial ring.David liked the gin, really liked it, and liked women, but he couldn't quite handle either of those things.

"But it was pretty happy, right? Rachel said everyone was happy at the time." David said.

"Yeah. It's fun for a bunch of little kids to kill a tyrant," Jack replied flatly.

But at the time, it was really no fun at all.Only pain—bloody, brutal pain.

But it wasn't like that in the beginning.The source of everything is just a game of "try it if you are brave enough"-he and his friends violated the curfew rules and broke Leijiao.Originally, they just wanted to have a heart-pounding adventure and experience the thrill of having sex on a crashed plane.

But when Phobos caught them, they knew what it was like to bleed.The dog was about to catch up, and without even thinking about it, they could just leave their own people and run away, just to fight for 10 more minutes to save their own lives.

But this kind of story doesn't make a good movie script, nor does it make a good hardcover book.

Indeed, this past event does not conform to the image of an invincible young hero who liberated the common people in people's eyes.When David asked, he didn't really want to know what happened next.He just needs to get an answer out of Jack's mouth and make sure Jack doesn't turn into a joke like Bidor used to be.

When the young hero grows up, he will not become a gay, nor will he become a gay, nor will he become a shemale.

"Since Rachel said she was happy, so be happy. Damn, for this good memory, we should go to the temple to make trouble again." Jack couldn't hold back when he said this, showing malice, but everyone Wei didn't seem to notice.

"Of course I'm very happy." David smiled. With such a smile, Jack knew that he must be thinking about those recent revolutionary movies. The blood in the movie is made of cherry syrup. The 22-year-old actress is a slut, giggling like a stripper while dangling her big boobs.

"Swift, I know it's hard for you to let go of your glorious past."

David raised the ice-filled glass and shook it rudely at a passing waitress. "But you are no longer a street gangster. You are now a hero of the Republic, an upright man, responsible for setting an example for the young people. You know what I mean."

"Do you want me to cut your hair?" Jack asked.

David frowned at him, but said nothing, silently letting the waitress take his empty glass.The waitress went to the bar to refill David's gin, and David's eyes followed her buttocks. After watching for a while, the attention of those water blue eyes returned to Jack.

"I mean you take the long view, Swift."

"I'm not quitting smoking," Jack said flatly.Most of his spells cannot be cast without the sequence of burning paper, lighting a match, and slowly smoking a cigarette.

"I don't mean that, the Ministry of Health knows that these behaviors are inextricably linked to your overall image of... 'Cynical Jack Swift'. It's your 'psychic powers', as you mages call it ? Is it called 'psychic power'?"

David glanced at the waitress's cleavage, grinned at her, and took the gin from her manicured fingers, holding on to them while holding the glass.

Jack noticed that she trembled when she was touched, and when he thought that he had also held that cold, soft hand like a fish maw before, he felt pity in his heart.

"Okay, then I'll just say it straight?" The waitress fled to serve another table, and David continued talking with Jack.

"Speak straight."

"You and Rachel."

"What happened to me and Rachel?" Jack asked knowingly.

He knew what the other party wanted to ask, and he couldn't help feeling afraid.Damn it, after all, if someone dared to talk to her about this kind of thing, she would definitely dig out the ivory gun from before and shoot Jack through the heart with the Pentagram... If only Rachel could really come out and teach him a lesson.

"Rachel is a great beauty, and you...are single."

David took a sip of his gin and pretended he wasn't asking the wrong thing.

Jack laughed but didn't answer.A stream of smoke slowly emerged from his fingertips, as hot as a wire of fire.A cluster of shocking electric currents danced in the small gray cloud, like a dense thunderstorm.This current is enough to stop a person's heartbeat, and this kind of weak electric light will only carve a shallow burn mark under Jack's right hand at most.Anyway, he already had a lot of scars on his hands.

But he won't play hard now.He is now manipulating the smoke just out of habit, so that he has something to do and use it for entertainment, so that he can ignore the annoying reality like smoke and the real fire.

"You're a perfect match," David said. "After all, they are comrades-in-arms and lovers at the same time."

Of course Jack knew, but it was also because he had seen it with his own eyes.Rachel and Emilia are the perfect match, much better than his just flirting relationship with his boyfriends.No, Rachel and Emilia are lifelong partners, and they will never be separated until death. As a result, Rachel became a widow so early.

She and Emilia were made for each other until death.

"Unworthy." Jack didn't say much.

"Why?" David asked in a low voice, and Jack knew that he already had an answer in his heart when he heard him ask this question.

"You told Rachel about these things?" Jack demanded.

"That's what she suggested," David replied.

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared from Jack's fingertips, like a snake exploring the way, cautiously spitting out a message.

"Impossible," Jack said.At least the Rachel he knew wouldn't do that.

"I just talked to her this morning..."

"Where is it?" Jack demanded.

David smiled nervously, he didn't dare to laugh more, maybe he also knew that laughing at this time was just looking for a fight.

"She's not doing well," David simply said, and stopped.

Jack could feel his entire face turn pale.He had heard these words before, and he had heard the same words when Bidol disappeared, and then six months later, Bidol was buried in a beautiful golden coffin.

"Take me to see her."

-TBC-