Return of the 10th Circle Archmage

“It’s been a while, Jaeyoung’s mother.”

Ms. Choi Moon-hee, seeing her in almost 20 years, pretended to know her old neighbor.

Then, Jun-hyeok's mother, Jeon Mi-hee, was greeted with a smile.

The two were neighbors of the same age who lived next to Gunpo in the past.

However, there is a land inherited from the in-laws of Ms. Choi Moon-hee's in-laws in Seoul, and it became a jackpot when a new town was developed.

Originally, the friendly relationship with Jeon Mi-hee was turned upside down because of her money.

Originally, Jeon Mi-hee's husband, Lee Kang-soo, was doing well, so Ms. Choi Mun-hee took her side dishes as well as her husband, and her husband also worked under Lee Kang-soo.

However, as the Lee Kang-soo family went bankrupt and Jeon Mi-hee became a hit with land development, the situation turned around in an instant.

Since then, Ms. Choi Mun-hee has been ignoring Lee Kang-soo, yes her house, and she thinks of her old relationship, so she asks to borrow her money for a while, but instead of lending her money, she says, 'So her business is ruined'. accusing him of accusing him of accusing him of

She said that in the past, she lent Ms. Choi Moon-hee a loan when her house moved from a shabby house in Gunpo to an apartment, but she did not use her IOUs properly at that time, so she could not get her debt back.

As soon as her family's land in Seoul was developed, she flew to Seoul to ancient times and disappeared.

Lee Kang-soo Yes, her house is resentful, and she works hard to pay off her debts. Her children, Jun-hyeok Lee and Hye-yeon Lee, were unknown.

At the time of imf, Lee Jun-hyuk was a freshman in elementary school. As the years went by, it became more and more forgotten. No, I tried to forget.

But to meet an enemy on a single wooden bridge like this?

Mun-hee Choi glanced at Mi-hee Jeon up and down with a brazen face as if she had completely forgotten about that time.

“Oh my, what’s really going on? Was she all-class like this? Isn't she still in debt?"

“·················ogue.”

When she talked about her debts, Mihee Jeon's face hardened. She glanced at the black dress that Ms. Choi Mun-hee was wearing once, and then she slapped her back, staring straight in the face.

“Looking at the style of the clothes, it’s the same as before. Why do you ask, when she's not going to pay off her debt? How can you be so blatant as before?”

Ms. Jeon Mi-hee wasn't easy either. She was always a good mother in front of her children, and she was always recognized as a good woman by outsiders. During her married life of over 30 years, her heart, which was her first innocent sheep, had become a strong mother before she knew it.

She added without a single word, not to be shy in front of her Hye-eun.

“If you come shopping, go shopping. To be honest, we're not supposed to meet and talk like this, are we?"

"Profit...!"

Ms. Choi Mun-hee was so hot that her face turned red and she snorted.

“I see you are sneaking around to grab a bite to eat at the tasting corner of a department store, but it’s not here. So, go to a mart or something…”

“Did we come shopping?”

Ms. Choi Mun-hee cut off her words in the middle, and Jeon Mi-hee countered. Let her turn to her Hye-eun.

“Um, G. Botticelli, JB, Comme des Garçons, Theory, Labercha, Ralph Lauren, Renibon, Rosa K, Main.... We bought this. Right, manager?”

Hye-eun looked at her store manager, holding up her shopping bag full of her hands, and she quickly approached her and bowed her head.

"Yes. I paid for everything today.”“That… it can’t be. What kind of money does that beggar woman have to buy all those expensive clothes?”

Ms. Choi Mun-hee wrote her crook with a nonsensical expression.

“Did you win the lottery? one billion? After tax, it won't be 7 billion. This woman, you should save it. She's 600 million soon~”

Ms. Choi Mun-hee gives her mental victory with her bewildered face, she mumbled so. She had already lost her soul.

“Hey, Auntie!”

At that time, a young man coming down the escalator from afar called Ms. Choi Moon-hee.

*

“Who the hell is Auntie?”

I went down the escalator and went straight to the old lady in the black one-piece opposite her mom.

She was an impressive woman with brown perm hair, dark makeup, and a black dress with glitter.

Her face was just a typical 50-something woman, nothing more, nothing less.

"What are you? Why are you interrupting all of a sudden?”

She clasped her arms with her oldie handbag and snorted her. I don't know who it is, but the way he talked to my mother was really rude.

“When you come to the grocery store, you go out to the grocery store, why are you holding on to someone who is idle and arguing, arguing?”

"what? dispute?"

“What the hell are clothes? It's not like I'm going to run for a karaoke report..."

"what? sidewalk?"

"mom. Did you buy all the clothes? You'll need more?"

I turned her head to her mother, completely ignoring her sidewalk aunt.

"Huh. I bought them all. I don't think we need anything more."

“There should be one hundred. Over there, manager. Please recommend one bag that suits my mom well. The price doesn't matter if it's several hundred million, so it's the most expensive."

“Ah, your guest. So, can I recommend it as a Hermes bag?”

“How are you?”

“Some are asking for more than 20 million won and 300 million won.”

“Give me three million dollars. Please pay directly with this.”

"Ah yes. Sir."

I paid 300 million right in front of the sidewalk aunt and gave her mom a pink crocodile bag. The clerk looked at it and admired it.

“You get along really well. It's a Birkin bag from an auction in Hong Kong, and it's been in our department store less than a week ago. It was originally a pre-order, but today is special.”

The clerk gave lip service, adding rhetoric here and there. The aunt of the sidewalk was shaking her body as she was wearing a bag that looked like she was wearing one or two million won.

"mom. just go Iljin is not very good today.”

“Thank you, son~”

Mom put her arms around her and pressed her to her body. She seemed to be doing that not because she was thankful for buying an expensive bag, but because she was grateful for doing this for herself.

“Huh”

Hye-eun snorted her big snort at her aunt at her sidewalk, and then she turned her body right away.

*

Ms. Choi Moon-hee was standing, staring blankly at Mi-hee Jeon, who was getting farther away. She didn't even have the energy to get angry.

She owns 3 billion won for land development in Seoul, and she lived in an apartment worth 1 billion won in Ilsan, and she looked shabby.

She came to the department store today, not to buy things, but because she wanted to rummage through expensive things in front of others.

At the same time, she criticized the attitudes of the co-workers and went out of their way to cheer up in many ways, but she got the mood right.

'What the fuck....'

She was the poor woman she had not seen in a long time, and now she paid for her Hermes bag on the spot and went out.

No, what makes me even more angry is that my son paid for it and left.

“·················ogue.”

Ms. Choi Moon-hee looked at her son who followed her. Wearing a puffy gray sweatshirt, her fat appearance. Because she didn't even have a job, her son was a white man who lived with a bill in her house.

Compared to the son of Mi-hee Jeon, who paid for expensive items for her mother on the spot before, the gap was as wide as the difference between heaven and earth.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

iron puck!

She threw her clothes she was holding on the floor, screaming at her, and moved on to her steps. She didn't pay anyway, so even if she threw it on the spot, she thought, 'The staff will take care of it'.

“Over there, guests...!”

Her clerk, who helped take care of her clothes, looked at her with a wrinkled expression on her face, but she had already gone away.

‘What kind of women are there?’

This wasn't the first time. Every time she came, she didn't buy clothes, just took out clothes day and night and took off the plastic coating in the dressing room.

However, this time it was too serious.

It's a problem that I just tried it on and didn't buy it, but this time I threw the clothes on the ground and made them very useless.

“There, manager. Here's the problem. Yes. The truth is, a customer smashed his clothes, and the new clothes in the store are useless. Yes, I haven't paid for the clothes yet. That customer's name? Wait······."

The staff decided not to let this work go unnoticed. A woman like this must be properly scolded by law, and she can't do this recklessly. To be honest, it's also annoying and cumbersome to deal with the law.

'How I wish I had magic...'

She squeezed her temples as if her stress was making her head ache. Even if she made such a suggestion, it was uncertain whether she would accept it at the headquarters.

Rather, she may not be harming herself.

The wish of such a clerk caused a stir and was passed on to a man.

*

“Mom, who is that woman?”

I sat in the backseat of a Rolls Royce and asked her mother in her passenger seat."Nothing. It’s just someone I haven’t seen in a long time.”

“I haven’t seen you in a long time, but I can’t be happy, but why does that person ignore my mother like that?”

“Well. If there is such a person, wouldn’t there be such a person?”

When her mother tried to evade her answer, I secretly read her mother's mind. She shouldn't have been like this, but she couldn't stand it because she couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman she was.

'Well······. Her name is Choi Moon-hee. 24 years ago, he stole my family's money and went to Seoul. Besides, the land in Seoul was developed, and I became an album maker....'

As I read the atrocities of that year in her mother's memory, I burst into anger. How in the world could such a shameless bitch walk in broad daylight?

The world doesn't care

'There is no God...'

bystander god.

God always stands by Do not interfere with the present. No, I interfere, but that's after time. By that time, the victim is already wounded and tattered as much as it is wounded. The perpetrators are also punished, but the punishment falls too late. It's been 24 years, but if you see that they are still living with aches, you can see the size.

'Come on, this year. You run wild without knowing that the sky is scary. You weren't the only one who suffered because of you...'

I sprayed her magic power, and gradually gathered her thoughts mixed with her resentment towards her.

yes, this is enough.

If this is the case, there is no causal effect even if you punish them. It was a year that deserved punishment, and it was a year in which being alive was a nuisance to people.

I quietly spread my index finger and cast magic.

*

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Mom, be patient. What do you do with those little bastards?”

Her son, who followed Ms. Choi Moon-hee, grabbed her mother's arm and calmed her down. Both were angry with the previous situation.

“Let go of this!!!”

However, despite her son's insistence, she shook off her arm. No matter how much she thought, she got so hot that she couldn't stand it.

‘Do you dare ignore me?’

She couldn't stand it because of Jeon Mi-hee's sudden wealth and she was ignored by her son.

I immediately started the car, picked up the phone and dialed somewhere. The sedan she was riding in moved forward slowly.

“Yes, is there Daesung Heungshin? Yes, I have someone to find out. During the investigation, please save some Korean-Chinese as well. and······."

“Oh, Mom…. All of a sudden the car engine is weird!”

My son picked up the popcorn he bought at the department store and ate it, but when he saw black smoke rising from the engine over the window, he cried out in bewilderment.

“Yes, about three Korean-Chinese people. People with experience in immersion. The pay is 5,000 per person, right?”

“Oh Mom!!! Because the car is weird now!!!”

“Hey, be quiet. Mom is calling...!"

Aww!

A sedan that was about to go out from the underground parking lot of a department store to the road suddenly exploded from the engine part, and a fire broke out.

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