The warden who guards the witches

Rebecca was a colleague of Aiden in the Inquisition who had a good relationship with him. She joined the unit a year later than Aiden and had been in the team led by Aiden. She was also a backbone investigator with outstanding abilities among the younger generation.

After inheriting the identity and memory of the previous owner of the body, Aiden naturally inherited the interpersonal relationships before his death. Rebecca helped to arrange the farewell party when Aiden left the unit to work in the Rose Iron Prison.

Investigators of the Inquisition often face the risk of injury or even death when dealing with some high-risk tasks of hunting black wizards and alien criminals.

Frontline judges leave their posts for "recuperation" basically to recover from injuries.

"Just last week, we found out that the S-level wanted criminal Precia moved to the dense forest in the south of the city, and Rebecca led the team to attack." Harold lit a match and told him the reason while roasting a cigar.

"Witch Precia?"

"Ah, that's her."

Witch Precia is a wanted witch by the Inquisition, an S-level wanted criminal with a red danger sign, and is good at mental magic. As an important member of the "Witch Gathering", her bounty is not less than that of the witch Daly.

"Has she been caught?"

"She has been caught. There was a slight problem during the raid, and the search team members were separated in the dense forest. But Rebecca chased Precia's residence alone and arrested Precia."

"She's quite impressive." Aiden praised sincerely.

Even among the experienced and skilled senior judges, being able to fight red alert criminals alone is still a great feat that only a few strong people can achieve.

When Aiden left, Rebecca had just been promoted to senior judge, and she had grown to this point in just a few years.

If Precia is caught, it will probably not take long for her to be transferred to the Rose Iron Prison.

"But she has lost her memory now." Director Harold said in a deep voice.

"Amnesia?"

"Something went wrong during the arrest. She was attacked by Precia's mind, and her memory was partially blocked. The situation is a bit tricky, and it seems a bit difficult to recover." Harold lit up the cigar, took a puff, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Since Precia has been caught, why not let her try to restore Rebecca's memory? Isn't she very good at mental black magic?" This was the first plan that Aiden thought of.

Harold glanced at him with a complicated look and scolded him: "Only you will immediately consider such a bad idea. Don't get too close to those monsters. They are all criminals!"

After Aiden resigned to go to prison and became the warden of Rose Iron Prison, he soon had another "highlight" that made Harold very unhappy, that is, he was "very close" to the criminals of Rose Iron Prison.

The Inquisition is a typical public security agency, and it is the kind with extremely strict atmosphere. Their job is to capture criminals with strong combat effectiveness. For them, criminals are simple enemies.

Harold is a very typical Inquisitor. He not only has no trust in the criminals that the Inquisition is responsible for capturing, but also has a considerable degree of hostility.

But Aiden, as a prison guard, is completely different. For him, criminals are his work objects. The criminals he faces have been arrested and brought to justice, and most of them have had their fangs and claws pulled out.

Because he has to get along with these criminals for a long time, he can't always put the prisoners on the opposite side. Although he also has no trust in criminals, he will at least try to communicate with the prisoners on the same side.

The different nature of the work determines the different way of thinking. Simply put, Aiden will use criminals, but in Harold's eyes, this approach is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger.

In fact, when Aiden asked the Inquisition to allow Daly and Arsenal to study forbidden techniques and provide results in exchange for a reduction in sentence, it took a lot of effort to convince Harold.

"Criminals are also valuable talents." Aiden replied calmly, "And, since it's about Rebecca's recovery, you shouldn't be so rigid."

Harold stared at Aiden for a while and snorted, "Do you think I'm really senile? If I could try, I certainly wouldn't be unwilling to give it a try... but it's impossible."

"What do you mean?"

"Because the witch Precia also lost her memory." Harold replied unhappily, "and the situation is worse than Rebecca's. She can't even remember who she is."

"How could this happen?" Aiden frowned slightly.

"Rebecca still has some memory fragments of the incident. According to her report, the incident should be like this. When Precia attacked her mentally, she shot Precia before the magic took effect, hitting the witch's arm with a magic-devouring bullet. Rebecca fainted in the mental shock, but Precia was also attacked by her own magic and her memory was washed away."

"There is such a thing..."

"The results of the mental evaluation also prove that Precia has no memory at all now. It is impossible to rely on her." Harold said faintly.

"This is troublesome." Aiden couldn't help but sigh.

The witch Precia's complete amnesia not only means that Rebecca has lost a possible way to restore her memory, but also means that Aiden will receive a prisoner who needs special care next.

With the identity of the witch Precia, he will most likely have to lock her up in the core area. But a woman without memory falling into the monsters in the core area is like a lamb falling into a pack of wolves.

"So, go see that girl when you have time. She has almost no memory of working in the Inquisition. It may help her recover if she contacts people she worked with before." Harold said softly.

Strictly speaking, Aiden actually had no experience of working with Rebecca, although the memory was still in his mind.

He agreed for the time being: "Okay, I'll go visit her after I finish this matter."

"There are fewer and fewer capable people in the bureau, and the days ahead will be difficult." Harold took a puff of cigar, raised his head and sighed quietly, and looked at Aiden meaningfully, almost saying "Why don't you come back to work?"

Judging from the memory that Aiden inherited, Harold actually wanted to cultivate his predecessor Aiden as his successor in his work.

Aiden thought to himself that it was not that I didn't want to help you, but that my ability was limited...

"It's getting late, I'll leave first." It's not suitable to stay here for long, Aiden quickly said goodbye to his former boss.

"Get out of here, you little jerk." Harold bit his cigar and cursed out from the corner of his mouth.