Lance nodded with a smile, "You're not a fool, Carl."
"You're undoubtedly much smarter than that friend of yours!"
Lance was referring to Bonny. Bonny was a typical romantic idealist, always believing the world was beautiful and that people should do good things, unwilling to do bad things.
But he doesn't understand, if there is no black in this world, how would people know what white is?
Carl is much more real and practical, without romance or ideals, just wanting to live better.
He helped that girl partly because he disliked the soldiers' actions, but also because he knew Lance didn't like it, even though these girls were working here.
Carl smiled, his face a bit pale, his lips had lost color.
It seems being praised by Lance made him very happy.
The hospital wasn't far from here, just over ten minutes away.
On the roads of Golden Port City, when vehicles saw Lance's convoy, they would voluntarily move aside for it to pass.
