Flame: "Anyone he dares to bring here must be his people. You're a woman, so you're one of his people—what's wrong with that? Didn't the person who sent you here teach you how to□□? Hurry up and go□□ that person and take care of him. I can't stand this kind of life anymore, wuwuwu!"

No wonder it's the ancestor's flame—it's got a screw loose too. I heard they've been locked up here for five hundred years; judging by this, the illness is really severe. Evelyn Foster ignored Blaze's endless chatter and continued watering it.

Compared to an evil force like Blaze that can only spit little sparks, you still have to bow to the even more evil ancestral power. Taking sides in the company is just that cruel.

Blaze shrieked and howled as she sprinkled water on it, then started cursing.

"Brian Carter, you heartless thing! You betray your master and ancestors, you’re utterly rebellious! You’re crazy—if you put me out, you’ll die with me! And you, you stinking woman, how dare you pour water on me! One day, when I recover, I’ll burn you to ashes and scatter you in front of that bastard Brian Carter!"

Evelyn Foster heard it cursing 'Brian Carter' and guessed that was probably the ancestor’s name.

Suddenly, Blaze fell silent in an instant.

Evelyn Foster sensed something, turned her head to look, and sure enough, saw the ancestor in a black robe appear at the door. His expression was irritable, and without glancing sideways, he strode forward and began tearing off the red lotus petals beneath Blaze, one after another—six in total. With each petal he tore, Evelyn Foster could hear a low sob, full of pain.

In front of the ancestor, that arrogant Blaze didn’t dare make a peep like before, and became very meek.

Brian Carter finished tearing off the petals and floated out like a ghost.

"Wuwuwu, my flowers, the flowers I worked so hard to grow." Blaze began to cry softly, then said fiercely to Evelyn Foster, "Help me and I’ll give you benefits! Anyone who follows that lunatic Brian Carter will come to a bad end. Even if you help him, he’ll definitely kill you in the end. But if you help me, I can give you lots of treasures. See my red lotus? Each petal is a thousand years of cultivation. As long as you help me, I’ll give you twenty petals!"

Evelyn Foster: "..." Is this Blaze an idiot? Well, it figures—it’s just a Blaze, and Blaze doesn’t have a brain.

She picked up the six petals that Brian Carter had just torn off and tossed aside, plus the one he had crushed at the start—seven petals in total—and put them away carefully.

"Thanks, now I know these are treasures." This should count as her salary.

She hadn’t expected to get paid, and Evelyn Foster immediately felt a surge of energy. No matter how tough the job, as long as the pay is good, it’s negotiable—this is the principle of every corporate drone.

Blaze fumed: "As long as you help me, I’ll give you even more. You have to know, in this world, besides Brian Carter, only I can pick the red lotus petals!"

Evelyn Foster: "No need." Greed knows no bounds. Honestly, she didn’t even dare use such treasures—just hearing "a thousand years of cultivation" sounded way too intense. What if she used them carelessly and died from it? That kind of plot happens all the time in novels.

Blaze kept trying to persuade her, like a pyramid scheme recruiter. Evelyn Foster took out her homemade sleep earplugs and stuffed them in her ears.

With the flower-watering task done, she should be able to rest for a bit. People who carry a full set of bedding and a bed with them can enjoy a leisurely break anytime, anywhere.

At this moment, the big black snake slithered in. It saw its newly found owner and was very happy. But when that Blaze saw the black snake, it started screaming.

"Stupid dog snake! Get out of here!"

The big black snake crawled over to Blaze, gulped down some water, then lifted its head and sprayed all the water from the jade pool onto Blaze.

So it turned out that colleague Big Black’s job was also to water the flower—Evelyn Foster understood now.

After being watered twice, Blaze was like a bullied brat, yelling, crying, and screaming: "That woman already watered me, why are you, you dumb snake, coming to water me too!"

The big black snake sprayed it again, and only after it wilted did it slowly swim over to Evelyn Foster, nudging her hand with its huge head.

Evelyn Foster: "..." Bro, you’re a snake, not a dog.

She took out the basin she used for the big black snake and poured it some bamboo sap. The big black snake happily drank the bamboo sap, and Evelyn Foster asked it, "Bro, do you know when I can get off work?"

The big black snake gulped.

Evelyn Foster flopped back, "Forget it, I’ll wait a bit longer. Climbing the stairs wore me out—let me recharge first."

Maybe the big black snake suddenly understood her, because it flicked its tongue, turned to crawl out, and even turned back to hiss at her. Evelyn Foster packed up her things and followed, sitting on its back as its tail curled around her.

The big black snake often carried Brian Carter like this, so it was used to having someone on its back. But it was Evelyn Foster’s first time riding such a cool "vehicle," and she felt a bit carsick.

The black snake carried her out, passing through tall corridor pillars and wide open windows. They were very high up; outside the windows were thick, crisscrossing iron chains and floating jade plaques with the character "seal" on them. They emitted a suffocating aura, and Evelyn Foster had no doubt these were used to imprison the great demon ancestor. Just as she suspected, this place was indeed a prison.