The black monster did not let his brother go, but still appeared beside his brother...

Talking about my brother...

The younger brother still couldn't get out of the shadow of this incident.

So what should I do?

...

The woodcutter's face became more and more ugly.

What the woman said...

It's very reasonable.

...

The woodcutter took a deep breath.

“…Let’s take a step by step.”

"Look at what happened this afternoon first."

"See if my brother can see the black monster..."

"It is a way to see it."

"It's not to see it, but to see it."

...

"Um."

The woman nodded.

...

At noon, the woman delivered food to the young scholar again.

The woodcutter followed the woman, carrying a food box in his hand.

For his younger brother, he didn't even enter the mountains today.

...

"Dongdong~"

The woman knocked on the door.

Instead of just putting the food box at the door as in the past.

...

Um?

The woman frowned in confusion without hearing the sound of footsteps approaching.

...

"Speak louder."

The woodcutter walked forward, raised his hand and knocked hard on the door.

If the young scholar can't hear him, he will push the door and enter directly.

...

The young scholar suddenly woke up.

Then I realized that I had been in a daze for so long...

I didn't read the book in my hand.

...

The young scholar was a little annoyed.

He looked at the dishes on the table.

There is not a single thing inside.

He didn't eat it.

No black monsters came to eat them.

...

The woodcutter listened.

Nothing was heard.

His heart skipped a beat.

Immediately reached out and pushed open the door.

...

"younger brother!"

The woodcutter shouted.

...

The young scholar was frightened and was at a loss for a moment.

He suddenly stood up.

...

"younger brother?"

The woodcutter strode to the young scholar.

"Are you okay?"

...

The young scholar was a little confused.

He looked at the woodcutter.

A few seconds later, he shook his head.

"fine."

...

"... Then why didn't you hear a knock on the door?"

The woodcutter looked at the young scholar for a while and then asked.

...

"Knock on the door?"

The young scholar became more and more confused.

"I didn't hear it."

The young scholar shook his head again.

...

"Is my brother too focused on reading?"

The woman bent down and picked up the scrolls on the ground.

...

The woodcutter glanced at the book in the woman's hand.

Then nodded.

I felt a little happy.

The fact that my brother is able to read books so attentively means that my brother doesn’t care so much about the black monster.

At least that concern did not affect my younger brother's study.

This is great news.

...

The young scholar was a little guilty.

He wants to read a book...

But he couldn't see it at all.

My mind is messy.

Don't know the passage of time.

Until his brother's voice woke him up.
To be continued...