The warden who guards the witches

Aiden leaned on his cane and stood at the street corner, looking at the huge, rather old building not far away.

The gray walls are neatly arranged with narrow windows, and the clock tower-like spire is painted dark red. At first glance, the style of this building is not much different from urban public buildings such as the city hall. , but the color is a little darker.

However, the high walls and sentries surrounding the building, as well as the armed guards in windbreaker uniforms standing straight at the door, still highlight the strict atmosphere here where no one is allowed to approach.

The reason was written in large characters on the sign on the left side of the gate: The Inquisition Bureau.

Aiden walked into the door with a cane. The guard at the door recognized him and immediately greeted him: "I haven't been here for a while, captain. Let's have a drink together tonight?"

"No, I still have work to do. Is the old man in the bureau today?" Aiden replied calmly.

"He should be here, I haven't seen him go out yet."

Aiden walked straight into the door, skipping a series of registration procedures.

This is the unit where Aiden, or rather the former owner of his body, used to work. The former Aiden served as a senior investigator here, also known as a superior judge.

In this world, the Inquisition is an armed organization related to the military and police. To some extent, it can be compared to the special armed police in Aiden's previous life.

Different from the so-called heretical religious persecution activities in Aiden's previous life where innocent women were tied to the stakes and burned to death in the name of witch hunting, in this world where black magic, monsters and even evil gods really exist, heresy Judgment is a very serious matter.

The Inquisition is an armed force responsible for investigating, suppressing and arresting criminal activities involving black magic and alien forces other than humans. The Inquisition carefully fights against these various supernatural forces and maintains The order in which mortals live.

Of course, the nature of this kind of work also determines that serving here is unlikely to last long, especially the judges who serve as front-line workers, who often have a death rate that is far higher than that of other institutions.

In order to survive in this world, Aiden tried his best to transfer himself to prison, but he still couldn't completely disconnect from his previous unit.

First of all, the nature of the Heretic Inquisition determines that most of the prisoners in the core area of ​​​​the Rose Iron Prison will pass through here. Secondly, in order to obtain transfer approval, he is still an assistant and additionally helps the Heretic Inquisition to guard Melifilia. Task.

After resolving the Meirujinu incident, Aiden had another connection with his original unit - after inheriting Avantha's physical ability that was strictly controlled by the Inquisition, according to regulations, he had to report to the organization on a regular basis. Report your whereabouts to the Inquisition.

Originally, with the connections he had left here in the past, it was not impossible to complete such daily procedures through letters. Only this time, he had a reason to discuss it in person.

After greeting some former colleagues along the way, Aiden came to the door of the director's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A low voice sounded from the door.

Aiden opened the door and greeted the owner of the office with a bright smile: "I'm here to see you, Director. How are you doing lately?"

Sitting behind the desk is an old man with gray beard and gray hair. He has an angular and calm face. The old man's left eye shows an unnatural turbid gray color. A shocking scar extends from his forehead through his eyelids to his cheek. However, Compared to his muscles that seemed to burst through his uniform, this feature was not the most visually impactful.

Harold, the director of the Silver City Heresy Bureau, is Aiden's former boss and can also be said to be the former Aiden's professional mentor.

For Aiden, if he had to sum up the old man in front of him in one sentence, it would be a tough guy visible to the naked eye... no, an old tough guy.

With his exaggerated muscles and his duty to eliminate heretics, Aiden always reminds him of the old paladin who wields a war hammer weighing dozens of kilograms, or who shouts "Great power" "Tianlong" is a martial arts holy monk who smashes the demons and demons' Tianling Cap with one palm of his hand.

The old tough guy director raised his head and looked indifferently at the young man who greeted him enthusiastically. His expression was indifferent and he spat out one word from his mouth: "Get out."

"Don't be so mean to your past subordinates."

Aiden didn't feel embarrassed at all, and sat down naturally on the sofa where the guests were sitting. He still had a certain understanding of Harold's sharp-tongued temper.

"Haven't you already been promoted and made a fortune? Now that you're on equal footing with me, why do you want to get close to me?" Harold replied angrily.

After leaving the Inquisition, Aiden and Harold no longer have the so-called superior-subordinate relationship. This was especially true after Aiden rose to the rank of warden in the Rose Iron Prison.

The Rose Iron Prison and the Inquisition are not in the same system. If we only look at the level of public offices, the warden of the Rose Iron Prison and the director of the Heresy Tribunal of Silver City are actually on the same level.

"Being able to stand out at least shows that I am dedicated to my duties." Aiden smiled.

"What's going on today? If you fart, hurry up." Harold waved his hand impatiently.

Aiden didn't waste much time and handed over the application form he had prepared with both hands.

Harold opened the envelope, took it out, glanced at it twice, and then threw the paper aside: "Use your control ability to cooperate with the Mounted Police to fight gangs? Why don't you just reinstate yourself if you are so free?"

"I did this for a reason, it says..."

Aiden had just finished speaking when Harold interrupted him impatiently: "You can do whatever you want, I don't want to care about it, just don't give me any trouble."

"Thank you very much, Director." Aiden smiled.

He understood that this meant approval. To implement this plan, he had to inform the Heretic Bureau in advance to avoid unnecessary trouble for himself later.

"After you left, there were fewer and fewer people applying to join the game. If this continues, sooner or later I will have to be replaced by my old bones..." Harold complained while taking out a cigar and holding it in his mouth.

Aiden was once a rising star in the Inquisition that Harold had high hopes for. However, after being injured in an assassination, Aiden suddenly rushed out of the unit and went to prison to "retire" in prison, as if frightened. In Harold's eyes, This is tantamount to deserting.

"You will always be strong -"

"Stop being so glib and disappear for me. I'll get annoyed when I see your face." Harold glared at him.

"Then I'm leaving." Aiden took off his hat.

Just when he was about to go out, Harold suddenly said: "By the way, if you have a chance, go visit Rebecca. She is recuperating now."

"Rebecca...what happened to her?" Aiden was stunned for a moment.