Returners Guild Must Grow Properly

After coughing a couple of times, I stabbed him in the side quickly and hard.

“Ouch… … !”

I said, ignoring the sound of pain.

“Take him out.”

“Rowoon is scary.”

“Don’t be rude.”

The judge cries. Still, I thought it would be nice to hear the words moving inside the alley.

Some of the students gathered around spit and said:

“Oh, what?”

“Because you are on your way.”

“What is your father?”

The judge stood tall and sent a message.

|Pr. 9 Circle Archmage | : I’m listening to Rowoon’s voice ㅠ It’s so sad ㅠㅜ

|Pr. Shinsala (guild leader)| : You’re right for them.

|Pr. 9 Circle Archmage | : excuse me! Gilma must listen to me!!

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I replied with a shrug. Am I on your side because you’re pretty?

Meanwhile, the harmful judge who entered the alleyway said with a friendly smile.

“My lady says she has something to see with her, can I take her with me?”

The students in the group said that they did not understand well when they said it well.

“miss?”

“Who is sweet?”

It’s a shame, but I’m the girl you mentioned.

I could feel the eyes rushing towards me. I ignored those gazes and smirked.

“You don’t seem to have any money?”

“But you are a girl.”

“Did she go like that in the first place?”

“It’s different from drama.”

city, shit. I’m not the kind of person who would go anywhere to hear something like that! The bad boys gathered in the alleyway frowned harshly. Spit on the floor was a bonus. oh, it’s dirty

“I’ll finish our chores and send this bastard away.”

“Then wait for your turn.”

I saw a high school boy stroking his red, swollen cheeks. I wondered if it was the guy who ran so wildly on Mt. Gwanak with his head down.

The judge, whose request was rejected by the bad boy, looks at me as if in trouble.

|Pr. 9 Circle Archmage | : Gilma, what should I do?

At the message that appeared, I looked at the judge. The judge looked at me and smiled. With that smile, I gently narrowed my forehead and sent a message.

|Pr. Shinsala (guild leader)| : How to do it?

|Pr. Shinsala (guild leader)| : Will you bring me?

Afraid to send a reply, the judge raised his index finger and clicked it. The bad boys who had gathered in the alley with him straightened their backs in a posture with a flag.

“Uh, huh?”

When the master wiggles his fingers again, the students who have been gathered together move on to each other.

“Hey! Do not push!”

“I’m not pushing!!”

“Shit! Why are you doing this!!”

I made it easier for the students to leave. The students with more than ten fingers left the alley like that.

As the loud noise faded away, the judge smiled slyly and said:

“The fortress kids are so scary.”

It’s scary, he used to do magic.

I fed the balm to the harmful judge’s forehead without hurting it and approached the high school boy standing there with a puzzled face.

“OK?”

The high school boy grabbed his red, puffy cheeks and stuttered.

“What is it? What did you do? skill? Is that what a skill is?”

“Huh.”

The wizard sent an angry message stating that this was magic and that it was different from ‘skill’, but I ignored it.

The male high school students were dressed neatly in school uniforms, unlike those seen at Gwanaksan Mountain. Although, he was covered in a lot of dirt.

[The best]

I took a glance at the nameplate on my right chest and said.

“Didn’t you just throw your fists at them like back then?”

At my words, a high school boy with the name of the strongest said bluntly.

“They are really powerless ordinary people, aren’t they? By the way, I am not bullying the weak!”

The judge leaned his head to my side and said.

“I think the underdog is a student?”

“No!”

Choi Kang shouted and asked the judge.

“But bro! What did you just do? How did they just do that on their own?!”

The red, swollen cheeks don’t seem to hurt. It seems that the inside of his lips is also bursting, but Choi Kang asked the judge without a break.

“room? Did you steer it with something like a thread? Did you not see anything?”

The judge glanced at me once, then said with a smirk.

“That’s right, this older brother… … .”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“The best?”

It goes without saying that it is best to stop talking about the young monk.

Choi Kang jumped with a surprised face at my call.

“What the hell, puck! Last time they found out my school, this time they figured out my name!”

“… … .”

I found out by looking at the nameplate, you idiot.

I looked at Choi Kang once with a cold face. Choi Kang licked his lips at my gaze and said.

“Why are you looking at me like that? What’s on my face?”

“You have good looks.”

“Your brother is also handsome.”

do real shit

I took out the crumpled newspaper in my jacket pocket and showed it to Choi Kang.

“Look at this, isn’t he and I the same?”

“What is the same?”

What I showed you was an article about finding me on the front page of the newspaper. The photos taken this winter were also displayed as big as the door.

Choi Kang looked at the picture and said with a surprised face.

“OMG! Yeah!! Is it exactly the same? Well, not exactly the same! But sister, are you twins with the person in the newspaper?”

“No, the same person.”

“… … ?”

Choi Kang narrows his forehead slightly and tilts her head. The master standing in front of the strongest stared blankly with his mouth open.

While I was staying at the hero’s shop, I learned one thing. It is a very important fact that the magic of the Master, the Grand Duke, and the Demon King does not work for the same guild members.

To be precise, it was only applicable to the same type of magic as ‘disguise’.

I don’t know why that type of magic is useless, but anyway, I crumpled up the newspaper and sent a message.

|Pr. Shinsala (guild leader)| : Moorim, where are you now?

As soon as he sent the message, Choi Kang wide opened his eyes.

“what? Why is the guild boss suddenly sending me a message?”

The strongest, no. Moorim looked at the young boy with a surprised face, and she said as soon as she smiled brightly.

“Ignore, ignore!”

“… … .”

“More than that, sister, what? How are you like that person? Do you think the older sister in the newspaper is prettier?”

Moorim, you bastard!!

I crumpled the newspaper I was holding, and forcibly raised the corners of my lips.

“Yeah, isn’t it pretty?”

Moorim nodded her head. The judge next to her also nodded her head. What are you nodding at?

I frowned slightly, then stepped back and smiled broadly.

“It was my birthday, so I took my brother away and took him to a top-notch restaurant.”

remember wisely

My brother and Doha-in were pulled out of the gate that burst out of nowhere, so I said that I should have a drink all night with my friend, Seo-ha, this birthday too.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had family time at a restaurant I rented. If it was a memory, it was a memory.

“When is Gilma’s birthday?”

“Write.”

But the judge shattered those memories.

The judge pouted his lips and sent me a message.

|Pr. 9 Circle Archmage | : The teacher just wants to know about Gilma.

|Pr. Shinsala (guild leader)| : Don’t want to know.

|Pr. 9 Circle Archmage | : •́ㅿ•̀

I ignored the returned message and slowly began to approach Moorim. I will hold that bastard by the collar tightly, with that promise.

But this damn bastard tilted his head when he heard the judge’s words.

“Gilma… … ?”

damn it! If this is the case, then this is the judge’s board. I put a friendly smile on my lips.

“Yeah, it’s Gilma.”

“You don’t look like that at all? What guild are you in charge of?”

“Return.”

“Oh, the name is Heo-heop… … .”

Moorim didn’t say anything and opened both eyes. He also opened his mouth blankly. Moo-rim asks the young boy, dazedly, licking her open lips.

“return?”

“Yes, return.”

“… … .”

Silence descended.

The master looked at me, and Moorim looked at me.

Moorim said, “Haha.” He smiles awkwardly and starts walking backwards. I said, “Ha ha.” With a smile, Moorim stepped forward as much as she took a step backwards.

It seemed that our relationship was narrowing like that, but it did not narrow.

However.

In the blink of an eye, Moorim suddenly turned away from me, and I raised her index finger towards her.

“Judge! catch!!”

“method… … ! No, do you know what Pokemon I am, Gilma!!”

I never think of a juvenile bastard as a Pokemon. It’s because this chick isn’t as cute as Pokemon.

Anyway, the master cast his magic on Moorim, and Moorim was trapped in the red magic circle that spread all around her.

“What the fuck, puck!”

Moorim raised her fist and struck her magic circle. Jijik, this is the electrician’s frown.

“Wow, Moorim-nim, are you counting your fists dirty? If you make a mistake, it will break, Gilma-sama?”

If that’s the case, then you should catch that bastard quickly.

I went straight to Moorim. The distance that seemed to be narrowing, and that seemed unlikely to be narrowed, was narrowed at once.

Moorim looked at me and shouted with her terrified face.

“time! time!!!”

“What is time?”

I grabbed Moo-rim’s back as it was and showed a smirk. Moorim raised her hands with a disgusted look on her face.

“Wait! Jin, wait a minute!!”

I asked what he was going to do because he showed an urgent face that didn’t respond.

“… … !”

This bastard tried to break my hand that had grabbed her own back. Of course, it was Moorim’s arm that was broken. If the wizard had not spread the magic, my hand would have been broken.

|Pr. 9 Circle Archmage | : Were you a good judge?

|Pr. 9 Circle Archmage | : (૭ ᐕ)૭?

“Aaaah! The death penalty would make fun of them!!”

I glanced at the wizard at the screaming voice.

|Pr. Shinsala (guild leader)| : good bb

The judge giggled and laughed. I let out that laughter and said to Moorim.

“They are not here.”

“But!!”

Moorim snorted and then cried and cried.

“I won’t run away, so please let me go!”

“How do I trust you?”

“I can’t believe people! Can’t you see this true face?”

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But I couldn’t keep breaking Moorim’s hand like this, so I loosened the chain and tied Moorim’s hand.

When he saw what Moorim had tied his hands to, his eyes widened in surprise.

“Wow, what is this? Is it like shackles?”

“Take it easy.”

He pats the chain here and there like it’s strange, but his broken hand doesn’t seem to hurt. Looking back, the red and swollen cheeks seem to have subsided to some extent. I wondered if it was the power that Moorim had.

At that moment, the master next to him opened his mouth with a face full of tears.

“Murim-nim was also captured by Gilma like this.”