"Tsk, lucky us. We walked into a pauper's house..."
Street-Sweeper ignored the family huddled in the corner of the living room. He went straight to the dining table, lifted the wicker lid with his sword, and inspected the empty breadbasket. Then he turned to the man who was clearly the head of the family of five and asked in the local language.
"Friend, have you had a meal today?"
A meal?
He meant eating, right?
People would surely starve to death if they did not eat, so that morning, Old Jack had taken out a loaf of black bread, which the whole family had eaten with cold water. And that was not even the last of their food... their last food was hidden in the attic beneath the roof.
But he certainly could not tell the people who had barged in about that. They had surely come to steal food. If he refused to give it to them, they might kill someone or rape the women of the household.
The former was unacceptable, but as for the latter... Old Jack instinctively glanced at his wife and daughter.
His wife was dim-witted, so if she was gone, she was gone. As for his daughter... he would leave it to fate.
"N-no... there's nothing left... we've eaten all our food..."
"Good."
Street-Sweeper was very pleased. The room was so dark that even a player's excellent eyesight could not make out the expression on the man's face, but he did not need to determine whether the man was telling the truth or lying.
Street-Sweeper could tell from the man's tone that he really was hungry. That kind of feebleness was hard to fake.
This whole family had to be starving.
Yes, these were exactly the people he was looking for.
"Here!"
As he