Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Jean observed as the evil eye quickly vanished after Blake's fall, sending shivers through the onlookers as he plunged into the blood-red pond.

Concerned, she asked, "Crawford Ancestor, will he be alright?" Crawford Ancestor held Lilly back to prevent her from sneaking closer and reassured her, saying, "Don't worry." His eyes darkened as he stared at the spot where the evil eye had been, and his lips pursed.

Just before descending, Blake exchanged a knowing glance with Crawford Ancestor, and they made a joint decision.

Instead, Blake's indignant rant and the forceful kick relieved the tension gripping everyone.

Pablo withdrew his gaze silently and suggested, "Let's investigate this ghost.” Lilly attentively observed the evil eye, her hand hidden behind her back as she secretly practiced auramancy.

After a moment, she sighed with relief and turned her attention to the ghost. "Tell us your name, where you are from, and how you died." The others were also curious and eagerly awaited the ghost's response.

Jean noticed Lilly's subtle movement and felt reassured by her relaxed demeanor.

Crawford Ancestor and Pablo also found solace in Lilly's calmness. Despite Crawford Ancestor's advanced age, seeing Lilly composed gave him an inexplicable sense of relief.

He conjured a few chairs and a table from his ring, arranging a tea set with a pot, cups, and some spirit fruits.

Pablo even brought out some small cakes.

He noticed Lilly's surprised and puzzled expression and explained, "I bought them in Everest.” Seated around the table, they began their afternoon tea while observing the Sterquil.

The Sterquil was perplexed. What is happening? With a slight flicker in his eyes, he lowered his gaze and spoke subduedly, "I'm only a humble servant to you, the Ruler of Hell. | do not deserve to be questioned by you. It would be better for you to release me and not dampen your interest.” Lilly paused momentarily, quickly understanding the ghost's confusion.

The Sterquil mistakenly identifies Crawford Ancestor as the Ruler of Hell! It's a fortunate misunderstanding, though.

She remained silent and turned to look at Crawford Ancestor, blinking her big eyes.

Both the young and old were full of tricks. Crawford Ancestor immediately understood the situation.

He sneered and replied, "Don't waste my time! You understand Dudroinia's culture well, but your self-deprecation is excessive and insincere. Don't tarnish the title of ‘humble servant.” The Sterquil thought, Indeed, he is the Ruler of Hell! In haste, he knelt before Crawford Ancestor, bowing deeply as he uttered, "Lord, I've suffered injustice. While | admit my actions may lack honor, there's an old saying in Dudroinia, ‘One should not bring destruction upon oneself.’ As your humble servant, I've remained humble and devout throughout, striving to survive from the beginning to the end.” Crawford Ancestor had long seen through the deceit of the Sterquil and felt disgusted with his demeanor.

Recognizing that the phrase "humble servant” didn't please the "Ruler of Hell," the Sterquil swiftly switched to using "I." He then tried desperately to defend himself and improve his image.

However, the Sterquil's cunning yet treacherous and empty-headed ways blinded him to reality. He failed to understand that improving his image in the current situation was useless—those who understood already understood.

Lilly chimed in, "Crawford Ancestor, he's spoiling my enjoyment of the cake. Let's forget about it and toss him down!" Wearing an indulgent expression, Crawford Ancestor agreed, "Okay!" As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand...

The Sterquil, prone to embellishment, hurriedly interjected, "I'l say it..." He panicked as the "Ruler of Hell" raised his hand, fearing he would be cast into the Ruler of Hell's Palace and evil eye.

The Ruler of Hell is not one to be trifled with! He seems fond of this child. Perhaps | could use this child to persuade them to let me go.

In a mere heartbeat, the Sterquil had already pondered much and slowly uttered, "My surname is Fields... My name is Trenton Fields." Crawford Ancestor sneered, questioning, "Are you being truthful?" Pablo raised his hand, and a golden book flew out.

The Sterquil became visibly nervous. It immediately dawned on him. This man in the white robe is indeed the judge! The golden book in his hand must be the Book of Life; evidently, nothing can hide from them.

He hastily disclosed his actual name. "I'm Trenton Fieldsworth. For so many years, everyone has called me Trenton Fields. | have no intention of lying!" What a peculiar name! Lilly repeated in confusion, "Trenton Fieldsworth?" Jean spat out the tea in her mouth unexpectedly, coughing uncontrollably. Cough, cough, cough...

Lilly, Crawford Ancestor, and Pablo looked at her curiously while the small ghost beast focused on nibbling on the spirit fruit.

Jean waved her hand, explaining, "It's nothing. Do any of you understand the local dialect of Dudroinia?" The three shook their heads.

Having traveled to the south, Jean knew...

She continued, "When "Trenton Fieldsworth' is spoken in the local tongue, it sounds like there's a pile of waste in the field." | apologize; | just thought it matched his disposition." Jean couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it all. She was unintentional. Although Blake had just jumped into the evil eye in a moment of great importance, the Sterquil's name sounded like a joke.

Lilly, Crawford Ancestor, and Pablo were all surprised. Their mouths twitched at the same time.

"Indeed, it's a fitting name!" Lilly exclaimed.

Utterly shocked and unable to accept it, the Sterquil protested, "Defamation! My name is so noble, and your Dudroinia’s dialect is foul!" In his fury, he unknowingly revealed his true identity with those words.