Clang!
Jiang Ding sheathed his sword.
The crisp ring of the sword echoed through the Tushan Maid Corps' central courtyard, clear and pleasing, without a trace of noise.
Many maids looked upward and only then realized in shock that the young man in blue on the throne had remained seated from beginning to end, never once rising.
Countless tangled thoughts sank deep into their hearts, until even they themselves would completely forget them.
Jiang Ding glanced downward.
In that instant, every maid's loyalty rose by more than twenty points, including Hei Louxi, the Xunfeng Maid. Hei Louxi in particular, who had always brought up the rear in loyalty, soared by over forty points straight to eighty—a simply outrageous figure.
Loyalty.
This was a subordinate-status evaluation metric he had devised by drawing on certain games from his home planet, combined with his own observations of the fluctuations in his subordinate maids' souls.
Sixty meant passing, fifty meant dislike, thirty meant hatred, and twenty meant mortal enemies.
Hei Louxi had long remained in a state of hatred. Jiang Ding did not know what was wrong with her; he had not done much to her, and had even helped her kill Divine Crow True Lord and a number of Hei Clan direct-line descendants.
Yet now, it had suddenly surged to eighty.
By Jiang Ding's calculations, eighty loyalty could already be called loyalty. Such a person would not betray him lightly, could withstand most external temptations, and preserve her original heart.
Of course, only most temptations. It was merely something with a relatively high probability.
Humans were exceedingly complex creatures, and they changed at every moment.
It was not that high loyalty necessarily meant loyalty, nor that low loyalty necessarily meant betrayal. The different choices made by Hei Louxi, Spring Sword, and the others