Chapter 114:

Three Main Illusions in Life

Aiden turned to have a look at Rebecca, inwardly exclaiming, “Huge sister, how did I offend you after I visited you yesterday? Are you right here to retaliate towards me? Citing a switch in entrance of two unit leaders, am I not brazenly poaching the previous man?”

Certain sufficient, Harold’s face visibly darkened.

“Oh, is it about this once more? This unit is sort of well-liked these days. Ought to I switch there too?” he remarked.

Harold casually glanced at aiden seated as a visitor, sending a shiver right down to aiden’s backbone.

Rebecca, nevertheless, ignored aiden and regarded immediately at Harold, saying, “I really feel that I’ve no hope of recovering my recollections now, and I am afraid I’ll now not be match for the position of a senior inquisitor.”

“If you cannot deal with being an inquisitor, it would not essentially imply you may deal with working in a jail. I instructed you that you just’re oversimplifying the job on the jail,” Aiden swiftly interjected. “Truthfully, I imagine you have not absolutely tailored to your state after amnesia. It is best to take a while to regulate earlier than making any selections.”

His refusal in direction of Rebecca wasn’t simply because he feared the muscle-bound previous man on the different finish of the desk, however as a result of he genuinely felt that Rebecca was at present lower than the requirements required for working in a jail.

“Certainly,” Harold chimed in, “Given your present situation, it is best to not rush again to work. Throughout this relaxation interval, you may rigorously contemplate future preparations. You are on paid go away now, one thing everybody else would envy.”

“However… how would I do know if I do not give it a attempt?” Rebecca insisted.

Harold stared at her for a second, then pulled out a gun and expertly eliminated the bullets earlier than tossing it in direction of Rebecca with a swift movement, saying, “Catch.”

“Eh?” Rebecca hesitated for a second, then shortly reached out to seize the gun. Resulting from her delayed response, the gun nearly slipped from her hand, wanting considerably awkward.

“Now, there is a rioter proper in entrance of you, aiming a gun. Hurry!” Harold abruptly shouted sternly, his voice booming.

In response to this command, Rebecca clumsily raised the gun in her proper hand, pointing it in direction of Harold.

Aiden felt overwhelmed by Harold’s teasing remarks, not sure the place to retort.

“I genuinely had no thought… You are not pulling my leg, proper?” Aiden mentioned, partly skeptical.

Certainly, he really did not know. He had inherited recollections however not feelings from his predecessor, aiden. After being transferred from the Inquisition, his previous office relationships had light.

From the recollections he inherited, his predecessor did not appear to have shut relationships with any woman. Though Rebecca had proven some heat in direction of “him” throughout their time working collectively, it wasn’t sufficient to conclude that she had emotions for him.

Leaping to conclusions on such issues might simply result in falling into the “She likes me” phantasm amongst life’s three main misconceptions.

“I am not kidding you; the knowledge of the aged nonetheless holds worth. Even beneath the affect of psychological spells inflicting amnesia, sure impressions can linger, making it attainable for her to have some fondness for you,” Harold mentioned calmly, puffing on his cigar.

“However even when that is true, how does that relate to her eager to switch to the jail? She solely discovered about my position there yesterday,” aiden recalled his dialog with Rebecca from the day earlier than.

“That is why I mentioned ‘initially,’ I later realized she had even forgotten about that. Insisting on transferring there, she persistently made me really feel a bit uneasy,” Harold lowered his voice abruptly, and casually crushing the cigar. “I imply, you will need to have sensed it too, proper? One thing off about that woman.”

“Oh? May it’s that even Director…” Aiden caught Harold’s implication, his gaze sharpening.

“Hmph, not like you who midway turned a jail guard i spent forty-five years on the Inquisition. My eyesight is not gone but!” Harold retorted.

Aiden nodded; he hadn’t even introduced up yesterday’s occasions with Harold, but Harold had talked about them. The sense of discord emanating from Rebecca was positively not his creativeness.

The extreme insistence on transferring to Rose Jail, the weird response to Priscilla’s pendant…

As well as, there was one thing else.

“Director, if my reminiscence serves me proper…” Aiden contemplated for a second, then raised his left hand, mimicking a taking pictures gesture. “Rebecca, she’s a left-handed, is not she?”