The warden who guards the witches

Aiden turned to look at Rebecca and exclaimed in his heart: Sister, how did I offend you when I visited you yesterday and you want to take revenge on me here? Proposing a transfer in front of the leaders of two units made it seem like I was blatantly poaching the old man! ?

Sure enough, Harold's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hey, is it for this again? This unit is really popular recently. How about I transfer there too?"

Harold said as he "accidentally" glanced at Aiden, who was sitting in the guest seat. Aiden immediately felt a thorn in his back.

Rebecca did not look at Aiden, but looked directly at Harold and said, "I just feel that there is no hope for me to recover my memory now. I am afraid that I will no longer be qualified to do the job of a superior judge."

"If you are not qualified to be a judge, you may not be qualified to work in the prison. I said you think the work in the prison is too simple." Aiden quickly interjected, "To be honest, I think you haven't fully adapted to amnesia yet. It’s best to adjust for a period of time before considering the final situation.”

He wanted to reject Rebecca not just because he was afraid of getting married to the muscular old man on the other side of the desk, but because he really felt that Rebecca could not meet the threshold to work in prison.

"That's true." Harold also chimed in, "In your current state, it's better not to rush back to work. You can take advantage of this period of recuperation to make long-term arrangements for your future arrangements. You are now recuperating with pay, and everyone else can only ask for it."

"How...how do you know if you don't try?" Rebecca insisted.

Harold stared at her for a while, then took out a gun, unloaded the bullets from the gun with extremely skillful movements, and then threw the gun towards Rebecca: "Go on."

"Eh?" Rebecca was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stretched out her hand to take the gun. Because her reaction was half a beat too slow, she almost lost her hand with the gun, looking a little embarrassed.

"There is a rioting prisoner right in front of you, aiming his gun, quickly!" Harold suddenly shouted, his voice like a bell.

At this order, Rebecca hurriedly held the gun in her right hand, raised it, and pointed the gun at Harold.

Aiden looked on and suddenly frowned.

Harold looked at Rebecca, who was holding an empty gun, for a long time, and snorted coldly: "Your current level is not even that of a prison guard. The reaction time just now was enough for the prisoner to rush over, knock you down and grab the gun. . So, you still want to work in Rose Iron Prison? There are many S-class wanted criminals sent there, have you forgotten them all? "

"But in this case, wouldn't it be even more impossible to go back to work at the Inquisition Bureau?" Rebecca put down her gun with a look of reluctance.

"If there is nothing else you can do, I can arrange a civilian job for you." Harold said, "Civilian jobs in the Inquisition Bureau are much safer and less laborious than prisons."

"..." Rebecca lowered her eyes and was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, "Then let me... think about it more."

"That's best." Harold nodded, "You can go back today."

"Then I'll take my leave first." Rebecca handed the gun back to Harold with some dejection, nodded to Aiden, and then left the office.

The two people in the office watched Rebecca walk away through the one-way glass.

"Hmph, you are really popular there." Harold said suddenly.

"Director, are you angry?" Aiden looked at Harold carefully.

"No, how could I be so narrow-minded?"

"Don't come here. When Rebecca mentioned the transfer just now, the cigar in your hand was bent out of shape, okay?" Aiden sighed, "Let me tell you first that I have never tried to persuade her."

"You don't need to persuade her, because she is already interested in you." Harold said angrily, "So when she first asked me to be transferred to your unit, I thought it was because of this. "

"What did you just say, Director!?" Aiden's eyes suddenly widened.

"Don't tell me that you don't know at all. Many people in the bureau have noticed it before." Harold said lightly, "It should be said that you were quite popular with the little girls in the bureau at that time. You are so young. I became a superior judge easily, with a high position, considerable income, reliable work, and good looks... I still have a bit of the same demeanor as I did back then. "

Aiden suddenly felt that Harold's words were too offensive, and he didn't know where to start.

"I really don't know...are you kidding me?" Aiden said dubiously.

He really didn't know that all he inherited from his predecessor Aiden were only memories and no emotions. After he was transferred from the Inquisition Bureau, the interpersonal relationships he had in the workplace were diluted a lot.

From the inherited memories, it seems that his ex Aiden did not have a close relationship with any girl. Although when he was working with Rebecca, in the memory, Rebecca did show more enthusiasm towards "him", but that was not the case yet. It is enough to assert that the other party has a good impression of you.

If you think about this problem too arbitrarily, you will easily fall into the misunderstanding of "she likes me", one of the three major misunderstandings in life.

"I'm not kidding you. The old man's experience is still valuable for reference. Even if you lose your memory due to mental spells, some impressions will still be retained. It is possible to say that she has a good impression of you now." Harold looked calm. Smoking cigars.

"But even if this is true, it has nothing to do with her being transferred to the prison. She only found out yesterday that I was working there." Aiden thought of the conversation he had with Rebecca yesterday.

"That's why I said 'at the beginning'. I found out later that she had forgotten even this matter. She insisted on being transferred to that unit, and her persistence made me feel a little abnormal." Harold suddenly sank. He casually crushed the cigar out, "Let me tell you, you kid must have felt it too, right? There's something wrong with this girl."

"Oh? Could it be that Director, you too..." Aiden heard Harold's deep meaning, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Humph, unlike you who ran away to become a jailer, I have been working in the Inquisition for forty-five years, and I am not blind yet!"

Aiden nodded. Before he mentioned what happened yesterday to Harold, Harold mentioned it. The sense of disobedience on Rebecca was definitely not his imagination.

The excessive obsession with being transferred to the Rose Iron Prison, and the abnormal reaction to Precia's pendant...

In addition, there is one more thing...

"Director, if I remember correctly..." Aiden thought about it for a while, raised his left hand and made a shooting gesture, "Rebecca, he must be left-handed, right?"