...

"It's good if the donor likes it."

The monk looked at the woodcutter and the woman.

"What do the two donors think?"

...

The woodcutter and the woman were slightly cramped or put down the teacup or held it.

They are different from young scholars.

They usually drink water.

Very rarely drink tea.

I don't know what good tea is...

But the tea the monks asked them to drink was naturally good tea.

They nodded.

“Good tea.”

...

"Do you like it?"

The monk continued to ask.

...

"like."

The woodcutter and the woman nodded at the same time.

The fragrance of tea is quite pleasant.

...

The monk nodded slightly with his eyebrows and eyes curled.

"good."

"Since the tea is ready, let's talk about other things."

...

"Other thing?"

The woodcutter's subconscious way.

...

"Um."

The monk nodded.

"For example, you are asking me for something."

...

The woodcutter, the woman reacted immediately.

The young scholar looked at his brother and sister-in-law.

...

The woodcutter took a deep breath.

"master."

"We're here for my brother this time."

He turned his head and glanced at the young scholar on the side.

...

The young scholar had no expression on his face.

It makes people unable to see what he is thinking at this moment?

What kind of mood is it?

...

"master."

The woodcutter retracted his gaze.

Now that we have reached this point, what else can we hide?

...

"That's how it is..."

The woodcutter's voice paused, and then continued, "...my brother doesn't know when it will start..."

"It's said that I saw a black monster."

The woodcutter secretly observed the changes in the monk's expression while talking.

...

The monk's expression did not change at all.

It's like a woodcutter just said something very ordinary.

...

The woodcutter felt a little relieved.

The narrative in my mouth gradually became smoother.

"... Only my brother saw that black monster-"

...

"I'm not the only one."

The young scholar interrupted the woodcutter's narrative slightly with a little stiffness.

He wasn't the only one who saw it.

Since he has said everything, he still hopes to restore the facts as much as possible.

...

The woodcutter was stunned.

It's not just my younger brother...

Why not only -

oh!

A flash of inspiration flashed in the woodcutter's mind.

He remembered it.

"Is it just my brother..."

The woodcutter shook his head slightly.

"There is another child."

"That child seemed to have seen the black monster, too."

but……

The woodcutter showed a little hesitation, "... In fact, I can't be sure what the child saw was the black monster the younger brother saw..."

But this doesn't matter.

No matter what...

"I didn't see the black monster."

"My wife didn't see the black monster."

"The relatives who came to our house did not see the black monster."

The woodcutter paused slightly, and then continued, "So many of us have not seen the black monster."

"Only my brother insisted that he saw it."

"The black monster is real."

“…We can’t believe it.”

The woodcutter looked at the monk, "Because we didn't see it."

"My relatives even thought my younger brother had broken his brain because he was studying..."
To be continued...