Evans nodded, no objections whatsoever.
Nobody could understand what a piece of cake represented to Evans in his extreme destitution.
As he felt the sweetness on his tongue and the sense of fullness in his belly, Evans's eyes reddened quite a bit.
"This... okay then."
Lis seemed to realize something and shrugged.
He really had only just acted on a whim, and he didn't expect this little beggar to do anything for him in return.
Patting Evans's head, not minding the mud that stuck to his hand, Lis smiled cunningly.
"Then come with me. If nothing else, at least you won't go hungry anymore."
"Okay."
Evans softly agreed, standing behind Lis like a noble's servant.
Quite sensible, aren't you?
Was he previously a noble's child? Or had he seen similar circumstances?
But right now he's still too dirty; you might recognize him once he's cleaned up.
Lis nodded and led Evans towards a nearby inn.
