The only center of this level was such a small pool of clear water, with a single red lotus growing in it, and flames burning out of thin air atop the red lotus. Even with Evelyn Foster’s shallow understanding of the fantasy world, she could tell this thing must be extremely precious, but Brian Carter was very casual about it. He brought her in front of the red lotus flame and, without any hesitation, plucked off a petal.

Evelyn Foster heard a sudden wail, but it stopped immediately after just one cry.

A child’s cry? A flame made a child’s cry? She wondered if she was hearing things.

“Do you know what this is?” Brian Carter casually crushed the petal and tossed it on the ground. Evelyn Foster vaguely heard another sob.

Evelyn Foster: “Uh, a flower?”

Brian Carter gave her a strange look. “You know nothing, and yet they just let you in like this?” The Demon Domain really was in decline.

Evelyn Foster: “Yes, no one told me anything.” Mainly, she wasn’t really close to her master or senior brothers, and they didn’t know any inside information either. If she’d known earlier, she wouldn’t have come here even if she had to play dead.

Brian Carter didn’t bother to explain, only said, “This thing, you come water it every day.”

Evelyn Foster: Are you serious? Even though there’s a flower under the flame, the flower is holding up the flame—won’t watering it put out the fire?

But Brian Carter didn’t seem to be joking at all. In fact, after saying this, he just left, leaving her alone here. The unscrupulous boss dumped a baffling task on the new employee on her very first day, then swaggered off! Heartless dog of a boss!

Evelyn Foster didn’t dare chase after him, and stared helplessly at the flame, which seemed to have grown a little bigger. Soon she realized it wasn’t her imagination—once her ancestor’s figure disappeared, the small flame instantly doubled in size, like a cowering weakling suddenly standing up straight.

The suddenly enlarged flame burned off a small tuft of hair at Evelyn Foster’s chest.

And the flame seemed to sway proudly. A flame? Proud? Evelyn Foster once again wondered if there was something wrong with her eyes. But she didn’t hesitate any longer—watering it was watering it.

There was water in the little pool beneath the red lotus. She fished a bamboo tube out of her pouch, scooped up some water, and was about to pour it on the flame, when the flame suddenly leapt up, splitting open like a giant mouth, and spat a jet of fire straight at Evelyn Foster.

Evelyn Foster quickly ducked, and at the same time poured the water onto the flame. There was a sizzle, and the flame suddenly burst into loud wails.

“Meanie! Meanie, you watered me! I’m going to burn you to death!” The voice sounded like a cranky baby, a different kind of fierceness from her ancestor.

Evelyn Foster: In a fantasy world, flames can talk—this is normal, don’t panic, hang in there, I can win.

“Pfft—” The flame seemed truly angry now, spitting fire everywhere, extremely arrogant.

She hadn’t expected that watering a flower would be a life-threatening task. Evelyn Foster backed off a bit, thought for a while, and took out a gourd-shaped watering can from her pouch.

Sorry, Qinggutian—professional farming sect. As a disciple of Qinggutian, the original owner of this body had a full set of tools, though she didn’t seem to use them much, but the current owner carrying everything with her finally found a use for them.

She filled it with water, aimed the gourd sprayer at the fire-spitting flame, and gave it a good spray, then ducked to avoid the flame’s counterattack, spun around and sprayed again—watering a flower felt like guerrilla warfare.

The little flame went from arrogant and angry at first to whimpering in no time. When it couldn’t win, it surrendered, extremely adaptable, and said in a pitiful tone, “Don’t water me anymore, I feel so awful, wuwuwu.”

As it spoke, it even coughed twice on purpose, and two little sparks shot out from the gaps in the flame. Oh, after too much water, this guy couldn’t spit fire anymore.

Evelyn Foster put away the gourd sprayer, wondering if today’s watering task was considered done.

At this moment, the flame spoke to her again: “I’ve never seen you before. I haven’t seen anyone else in a long time. Who are you, and why did that person bring you here?”

When it mentioned ‘that person’, the flame’s voice was very quiet, as if afraid of being overheard.

She’d been here so long without saying more than a couple words to anyone, almost going mute herself. Now, even if it was a flame in front of her, she still replied, “I haven’t been here long. I’m here to serve my grandmaster.”

The flame jumped up: “You’re a disciple of Gengchen Immortal Mansion! I knew it, someone would come to save me from that person. Alright, since you’re also a disciple of Gengchen Immortal Mansion, you’re not allowed to water me next time!”

What kind of internal company strife was this? The big boss gave her a task, probably to harm someone else’s interests in the company, so this person stepped up to threaten her not to do it. Was she holding a workplace survival script?

Evelyn Foster: “If I don’t water you, how am I supposed to answer to my grandmaster?”

The flame seemed to put its hands on its hips and said righteously, “Aren’t you his woman! Just act cute with him and it’ll be fine!”

Evelyn Foster: “???” Wait a minute? How did you come to that conclusion?