It was fine to be a beggar in a world of natural disasters and corrupt dynasties. However, being a beggar was nothing more than self-destitution in the Myriad World Continent.
He had always hoped that the Human race could strive for self-improvement and create a future with their hands, instead of lying on the ground with broken bowls and lazily waiting for others to give alms.
People needed to live with dignity. If they didn't even have dignity, what was the difference between living and the walking dead?
He didn't like beggars from the bottom of his heart.
However, the beggar was still a human after all. He wouldn't leave him in the lurch. At the very least, he would give him a chance to make a new choice.
"Yes, Country Lord."
