"An organization?" The beggars looked at Uchiha Madara and said, "What kind of organization do you want us to join? We may live muddled, aimless lives, but as human beings, we still uphold our most basic bottom line."
"A bottom line?" Uchiha Madara looked at the beggars wolfing down their food and said, "What could be more important than staying alive? What is your bottom line?"
"If we wanted to, people like us might not accomplish anything great, but we could at least join the bandit gang in the northern mountains and fill our stomachs. But we didn't make that choice," one of the old beggars said.
"There are still bandits these days?" Uchiha Madara said with a smile. "Imperial authority has never reached beyond the county seat. A remote little place like this really is lawless."
"That's why we can't afford to eat," the beggar said.
Uchiha Madara looked at the beggar and, somehow, saw a gleaming light within his clouded eyes.
"Though you're at a disadvantage, you haven't forgotten your original principles. I sympathize with your circumstances, and I admire your principles as well," Uchiha Madara said.
The beggar stopped stuffing buns into his mouth and looked at Uchiha Madara. "So, what is this organization you want us to join?"
"I don't know much about this world, so I think establishing an intelligence agency would make things much more convenient for me in the future," Uchiha Madara said with a smile.
"Then you've found the wrong people." The beggar let out a satisfied burp. "Sorry for wasting so much of your food, but we're only beggars. We don't have that kind of ability."
"You can learn," Bai Ling'er interjected.
"Young lady, you don't understand. Not everything can be learned," the beggar said, shaking his head.
"Intelligence work has