Expecting the Ancient Gods to have principles is like expecting a murderous Demon Head to do good deeds.
The Tenth Son of the Golden Crow extended his thumb.
It is said that the hearts of wise counselors are black, even black to the marrow.
He hadn't believed it before, but now he did.
"Please continue to offer your counsel in the future, Mr. Baize. I will listen to all your advice," the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow said earnestly.
Seeing the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow being so courteous, Baize was somewhat flattered.
He quickly responded, "Your Highness, please don't say such things. As a humble servant of His Majesty, it is my duty to do anything for His Majesty and for Your Highness. As to listening to me, as long as Your Highness is willing to consider my suggestions, I am already very happy. The final decision still lies with Your Highness."
Seeing Baize so humble and without any trace of arrogance,
The Tenth Son of the Golden Crow was even more satisfied.
