Chapter 403: To a certain “great writer” who puts his underwear in the refrigerator!
Late at night, bedroom, big bed, a man and a woman alone.

"Oh, this is the bedroom of a man living alone? Tsk tsk, it's really ordinary!" Fors sat up from the bed, wandering around with interest and commenting.

“Ah…?” Klein moistened his dry throat. To be honest, he was very nervous. No woman had ever come to his bedroom before… well, except for his mother! No other woman had ever come to his bedroom! What should he do next?
And... why is Fors so calm? Wait, what is she going to look for?

"Hey... So this is men's underwear, with squares... Tsk, I envy you for only having to wear so little..." Fors very naturally opened a drawer, took out a piece of clothing that didn't have much fabric, stretched it with her hands, and complained.

"..." Klein swallowed the heart that was about to jump out of his throat. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed his girlfriend's hand, and said sincerely:

"Stop, stop researching this thing, okay?
"You know, if we were to swap genders... this would be serious harassment. I could call the police and have you arrested!"

Fors said with a joking look on his face, "Why, you've done this before? I didn't expect you to be able to do this?

“Also, there’s no need to swap genders, you’re a follower of the goddess… I’m just harassing you… go call the police!

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that my boyfriend has a good relationship with the police... You'd better think carefully about whether to call the police... It's better." She stretched out two fingers and tickled her boyfriend's chin, her tone full of provocation.

Klein looked angry, not because of anything else, but because his girlfriend seemed to have completely controlled the "bedroom atmosphere"! Why was she so good at it! In comparison, his identity as a novice was completely exposed! How embarrassing!
However, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the blush on Fors's cheeks...

He saw that her hands holding the men's clothing were shaking a little...

He saw a playful look in her eyes, but also a hint of nervousness and fear...

Klein's head buzzed, and he immediately understood the meaning of her series of actions. She was trying to diffuse the awkward atmosphere, she was trying to stir up her own emotions, she was... convincing herself that there was nothing to be afraid of.

At this moment, his heart was filled with extremely complex emotions: touched, guilty...impulsive.

What touched me was that after two lifetimes, I finally met such a beautiful woman, a woman who was willing to give everything to me!

What I feel guilty about is that I wasn’t proactive enough in that kind of thing, and I even needed my girlfriend to create the environment for me!
Impulsively, he wanted to have something happen between him and this beauty, but... not now.

Klein suppressed all his impulses, placed a kiss on her eyes, and whispered:

"Don't be like this, Fors. You don't have to cater to anyone... You don't have to force yourself to do things you don't want to do.

"I'll wait for you, until you're ready... and I'll never leave you."

After he finished speaking, Klein keenly felt his girlfriend's eyes quickly turn red, with tears flashing in them...

Seeing this, he hugged her tightly, kissed the hair beside her ear, and murmured:
"I love you, Fors. Let's get married..."

“Ah! It hurts so much! Damn it!” Fors began to struggle violently. She pushed her boyfriend’s arms away and covered her eyes, but she couldn’t hide her tears. She screamed:
"You bastard! Did you put poison on your mouth?! Ouch, my eyes!"

"Ah?" Klein's emotions were incoherent. What was going on? Was he moved to tears? That had to be it? Tsk, really, why are you still trying to hide it! We are all old men...

Wait, what did we have for dinner... Damn, spicy crayfish?!

He blew some air on his hand. Uh, even though he had brushed his teeth, it was still a little... spicy?

“It hurts! Wuwu…” Fors burst into tears, as if she wanted to vent all the frustration she had recently felt. She cursed, “Idiot! Idiot! I just kissed you, but who told you to stick out your tongue?!”

……

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

Xio gulped down his beer, followed by a long burp.
She had deliberately activated her extraordinary hearing and undoubtedly heard her friend's cry of pain. She sighed, "Oh, Fors is finally happy. Klein is really good at playing... Bah! Shameless! Sticking out your tongue!"
She carried the beer barrel and staggered back to her room, turned off her extraordinary hearing aid, tilted her head back and fell into a deep sleep.

……

The next day, Holy Wind Cathedral.

"Inflammation? Eye inflammation? Taking leave again?" Roy Wellington asked helplessly, holding the captain's hat on his head.

"Yes!" Hugh stood up straight, like a straight and flat poplar tree, and she explained:

"The potion that Fors drank did not improve her physical fitness, so it is normal for her to get sick frequently!"

Oh, it's normal to be unable to get out of bed when doing that for the first time! Of course, this is what she heard from others, but it should make sense! Xio took the initiative to cover for her friend.

Roy sighed, took out a stamp from the drawer and stamped it under the "leave request", then said:

"Okay, you make sense. Maybe this is the physical fitness level of a normal person. We sailors, including Beyonders like you who have enhanced physical fitness, are not prone to getting sick. Once we get sick, we must be alert to whether we have come into contact with the 'Witch'...

"I've strayed off topic. Ms. Hugh Dilcha, congratulations on becoming an official Formed Punisher. Remember to go to the Logistics Department later to receive your new badge, uniform, and tripled salary.

"A new Sequence 7 Punisher... Oh, I've never seen such a strange thing in my life." Roy sighed. When Xio reported to him about his promotion to "Interrogator", he was a little skeptical. After verifying it himself, he came to an astonishing conclusion: this "Sheriff" had actually digested the Sequence 8 potion in a short period of time! In other words... "Acting"!
Damn it, who else could it be? The old guy! Why hasn't this old guy encountered "divine punishment" yet? Storm! Use thunder to teach that unscrupulous old Blue a lesson!

Roy's inner prayers did not receive any response, but that was within his expectations. He shook his head helplessly and said:

"Ah, you are the old man's direct subordinate. If you follow a weirdo, of course you will become weird... Of course, this is a compliment to you, don't think too much.

"How about this, you are already Sequence 7, qualified to be the captain of a team of Mandated Punishers. It just so happens that you worked at the training ground before, so you are familiar with the new recruits... Go, select your team members, at least 3, at most 5, and then officially start solving Extraordinary Events! Get ready!"

Xio's eyes lit up. She had finally waited for this day! ! She pounded her flat chest with her right fist, praising:

"Storm is above! Thank you Senior Deacon Roy for your support! I will never let you down!

"By the way, can I really just choose anyone? Anyone can be chosen? Even those who are not official Mandated Punishers can be chosen!"

Roy waved his hand and said indifferently:

“Sure, remember to give me a list of the people you choose, and I will make them permanent employees right away.

"Well, this is actually the normal procedure."

(End of this chapter)