As a result, Thomas Jefferson's major moves against the aristocratic clans failed, leading to widespread unrest. Afterwards, those aristocratic clans pushed The Thompson Family to the forefront to rebel, and ultimately succeeded in overthrowing the dynasty.

The Thompson Family succeeded in their rebellion, and the aristocratic clans of Guanlong contributed greatly. But after becoming the royal family, The Thompson Family started to shift their stance, growing uneasy in their hearts, feeling that the power of these aristocratic clans was too great and dangerous, and needed to be weakened.

Thus, the two sides gradually shifted from being teammates to becoming adversaries, and as the royal family's loyal hound, Old Foster naturally became a thorn in their side.

So even when they needed to pass on a message, they only had Edward Reed relay it, rather than going to Samuel Foster in person.

They thought Old Foster would be helpful, but they didn't realize that Old Foster was someone who clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment.

Those people had often tried to trip up Old Foster in the past, so now, upon learning that they were panicking over the jinx, Old Foster couldn't help but secretly feel delighted.

Edward Reed had never seen any superior so sharp-tongued and mean, actually saying, "I'm quite pleased." He replied helplessly, "Yes, those people are a bit worried."

Samuel Foster said sternly, "Let them worry about themselves. What does their death have to do with me? Enough nonsense, I have my own reasons."

Edward Reed looked up at the sky speechlessly, thinking that if those bigwigs of the aristocratic clans heard what Samuel Foster said, they'd probably want to fly to Huazhou and strangle him.

Later, Old Foster went out and headed straight to the temple.

Upon hearing about this matter in the temple, they felt it was a great honor for their temple, so of course they agreed, all saying they would use boundless Buddhist power to suppress the jinx. If that didn't work, they'd build some kind of pagoda to suppress it.

Samuel Foster once again arrived at The Clark Estate, where the village chief Brian Clark came out to greet him, saying, "Andrew Bennett was at home all last night and did not go out."

Ever since Samuel Foster left yesterday, Brian Clark had someone keep an eye on Andrew Bennett, just in case he tried to run away.

"You're doing well," Old Foster nodded, then went straight to the The Bennett Family.

The The Bennett Family was quite conspicuous, with their house in the middle, and the two neighboring houses covered in climbing vines, giving off a somewhat otherworldly vibe.

"These two houses... could there be hermits living there?" a servant thought the scene of green vines was quite poetic and couldn't help but wonder who lived on either side.

Brian Clark had a constipated look on his face. "The one in the middle is the The Bennett Family. As for the two neighboring families, one used to keep dogs, but the dogs died; the other kept chickens, and those chickens would fly up to the roof and crow in the middle of the night..."

What the hell!

Everyone imagined hearing a rooster crowing in the middle of the night and couldn't help but find it especially eerie.

"Later, both families moved away," Brian Clark sighed.

Samuel Foster felt a chill down his spine, coughed dryly, then gripped the Buddha statue in his palm and said, "Call him out."

Brian Clark shouted, "Andrew Bennett, come out!"

It was very quiet inside. A servant whispered, "Could it be... he committed suicide?"

Everyone looked at each other. Just then, footsteps sounded from inside, and everyone looked over.

Andrew Bennett came out dressed in white.

The so-called "white clothes outshining snow," the so-called "white clothes fluttering," looked elegant, but in reality, it was just coarse hemp clothing, the garb of a lower-class person.

Andrew Bennett slowly came out, saluted, then looked at Samuel Foster and said, "My lord, could you dismiss your attendants? I have something urgent to say."

As he spoke, he glanced at the minor officials behind Samuel Foster, thinking that if this plan didn't work, how would he endure in the temple.

Samuel Foster glanced at him, suddenly recalling how those bigwigs had tried to pressure him through Edward Reed, and, on a whim, said, "Everyone, step aside."

In Old Foster's mind, it would be great if the jinx could specifically curse people—turn all those aristocratic clan members into idiots.

After everyone stepped aside, Samuel Foster said coldly, "What do you have to say?"

In Old Foster's view, this jinx, though he'd studied for a few years, was still a country bumpkin—what insight could he possibly have? This so-called urgent matter was probably just some inside story about the jinx.

Like how he became so unlucky, or how he managed to curse two emperors to death.

Everyone loves gossip, and Old Foster was no exception—in fact, he was even a bit expectant.

Let the gossip come even more fiercely!

Andrew Bennett thought Old Foster's expression was a bit odd, as if he was hoping for something. "Although I live in the countryside, I have heard people slander you, my lord. Those people wish you would stay in Huazhou your whole life and never set foot in Chang'an."

There isn't much research on Old Foster in later generations; most just follow the Tang and Song historians' view that Old Foster was a treacherous minister.

But Andrew Bennett felt that Old Foster was actually clear-sighted, took sides decisively, and helped the emperor weaken the influence of the aristocratic clans, thus offending many people. Those people were all bigwigs, so naturally they wanted him to be infamous in all the records.

Samuel Foster frowned slightly, but in fact, he was secretly delighted. Outside, so many people glared at him and called him a traitor, but here, a young man was saying it was all slander.

But this level of flattery wasn't enough to make Old Foster stop. He said blandly, "The temple is preparing to build a pagoda for you. Go and cultivate yourself well."

What the hell!

Andrew Bennett instantly thought of Leifeng Pagoda. Under Leifeng Pagoda, Lady White was suppressed—so was this pagoda meant to suppress me?