The young scholar frowned again.

Dirty stuff...

Tying him...

The black monster is a dirty thing...

......

The black monster really hates it.

But it's dirty...

The young scholar felt a little inaccurate.

Even if he has no evidence to support this.

...

Prove that the black monster is not a dirty thing?

The young scholar's five fingers closed.

How to prove this?

...

"master."

The woodcutter's voice was low and his expression was cautious, "Please be sure to help my brother."

"He was bewitched by the black monster."

"Monsters full of black minds."

"I even ran to the mountains alone for the black monster in the middle of the night."

“…Luckily it was in the mountains at night.”

"If it's a market during the day or other places where there are outsiders..."

"My brother's reputation was ruined."

"They all think that my younger brother has broken his brains after reading..."

They will remember the rumors that were once.

Then prove this fact.

No matter what they say at this time, everyone else will think that as their younger brother's family, they are making excuses for their younger brother.

What's more, some of them saw it with their own eyes... My brother went crazy...

This is even more difficult to explain.

...

It really has reached this point...

It's just a dead end.

fortunately…..

They have not reached this point yet.

They can continue to find ways.

Now, they have found the monk.

hope……

The monks can really give them some... helpful advice...

...

The monk looked at the young scholar.

...

The young scholar suddenly stiffened.

A little uneasy and uneasiness arose in my heart.

But the young scholar endured it and did not show it.

He also let himself look at the monk.

It shows that I have no guilt at all.

But a few seconds later, the young scholar moved away from his sight.

...

"master……"

The woodcutter said softly.

The monk stared at the young scholar like this. Did he see something?

...

The woman clenched her hands tightly.

The heart beats faster and faster.

...

The monk smiled slightly.

"This donor doesn't seem to have a good rest during this period."

"Pretty."

"Insane."

"It's because I'm too worried..."

"Can't you sleep at night?"

...

The young scholar was stunned.

I have to say...

The monk said...all right.

The day after he returned from the capital, he did not sleep peacefully.

I will think about it tomorrow and at night.

There are many thoughts.

My head is always swelling.

I can't read much of the books...

He was both uneasy and helpless about this.

He can't control his heart.

He just cared about the black monster.

Care very much.

He cares so much that he wonders if the black monster has gulled him?

...

but……

Young scholars are not easy to fool.

These conjectures can be easily guessed from his face.

What's more, the knowledgeable and traveling monk?

It can be seen through at a glance.

...

The anger that was brought here by my brother before faded away.

The young scholar suddenly thought...

If this monk could tell him some news about the black monster...

It's also an excellent thing.

...

The young scholar did not nod or shook his head.

He just looked at the monk.

...

Seeing this, the woodcutter immediately spoke, "Yes."

"My brother has no appetite for eating these days, and he can't sleep well."

"People have lost several pounds."

My younger brother is tall.

Even taller than him.
To be continued...