My wife is an immortal black snake.

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...should?

...... ......

"...Ah Qiu!"

While brushing Sanae's fur, Margarita seemed to have inhaled some of the fine hairs that had fallen off her body and sneezed.

She rubbed her nose with a dejected look on her face, while Ms. Northam comforted her.

"Teacher... um, I actually wanted to ask you some questions..." Margarita muttered to herself, rubbing her nose.

"Huh?" Ms. Norsen was taken aback.

"It's just... Yang Hao seems to like the bad-boy girls from the mainland? What should I do..."

It turns out to be this!

Ms. Northumber blinked, her guilt towards Margarita compelling her to offer Margarita a suitable suggestion...?

...

She thought about Mr. Yang Hao's hobbies, and how he seemed particularly interested in black pantyhose, even showing interest in them several times over. Then she forced a smile at Margarita:

"How about we start with clothing and appearance? It just so happens that your teacher knows quite well what kind of style your man likes."

"Huh? Really?" Margarita seemed very happy—but soon, the innocent little bat suddenly realized for the first time that something was wrong.

She looked at her teacher suspiciously, and finally, she asked timidly:

"But...how does the teacher know what kind of clothes Yang Hao likes?"

Margarita looked at her teacher with curiosity, suspicion, and bewilderment.

......

Her question silenced Ms. Northumbers.

Chapter 187

...

This is... really bad...

Meeting Margarita's suspicious, bewildered, and curious gaze... meeting her apprentice's innocent stare...

Ms. Northumberon turned her head away, sweating profusely, thinking to herself that this was no ordinary problem that could be easily dismissed...

(I can't possibly tell Margarita that after I wore that Blood Demon traditional wedding dress and he got really into it, I only found out he actually likes black outfits and stockings after that, can I?!) Ms. Northumen thought to herself, sweating profusely. If she really said that, Margarita would probably want to chop her up and feed her to Sanae right now... (So how should I explain this?! Right, that's it!)

But—as an old Blood Demon who has lived for countless years... she still has her experience and her connections!

Just like in those strange Gallic films and picture books, when faced with this kind of problem, Ms. Northumberon just needs to find someone to throw the blame on, right?

And they like wearing black stockings and clothes...didn't they happen to know each other before?!

"Well—back in Kazimierz, didn't Mr. Yang Hao keep glancing at Miss Theresa's clothes for quite a while? Haha, so I guess he really liked those clothes, really."

(I'm sorry, Miss Teresa, but considering you and Mr. Yang Hao have indeed had a lot of interactions, I'm telling you this truth. I hope you won't blame me. Besides, to be honest... he looks really fierce when he wears black...)

Ms. Northumber gave a dry laugh, avoiding Margarita's eyes as she answered her question, her mind racing. She thought back to that day; if Margarita hadn't suddenly appeared, it probably wouldn't have been a matter that could be resolved in one or two tries...

But it's true, he suddenly doesn't seem like an ordinary person... Hiss, he can even make the Blood Demon feel tired... Margarita, you're still a child, his strength is so great, you can't handle it, let the teacher handle it!

...

Ms. Norson has completely abandoned her reserve.

Meanwhile... for some reason, ever since I started smelling more and more of Yang Hao's influence on my teacher...

Margarita.

They've already started to be on high alert!

(There's definitely something wrong with the teacher...) Margarita looked at Ms. Northon, who wouldn't look her in the eye when answering her questions, and her little mind started to work. (His scent is so strong on me... um... teacher, you wouldn't secretly bathe with him, would you...?)

...

No matter how wary the little bat was, she was still quite unfamiliar with the adult world...

It's simply unimaginable what outrageous things a lone man and woman might do.

Even though Little Bat has received education from Ms. Northam, she is still limited to the idea that "to get pregnant, you need to do something more intimate than just kissing." Her understanding of the most intimate contact between adults is limited to "taking a bath together naked"... Her lack of sex education has directly led to her current disadvantage.

And the worst part is...

Ms. Northam is no longer performing.

Ugh!

The master and apprentice stood there, motionless. Margarita looked at her teacher, while Mrs. Northumen gazed at the distant woods.

After a while...

Margarita softly replied, "I understand." She felt she had to find out the teacher's little secret with Yang Hao herself!

We can't let the teacher fool us like this anymore!

...

Margarita and Ms. Northumber are still far away in the nearby mountains and have not returned.

Meanwhile, Monica watched expressionlessly in the mirror as Lord Yang Hao "persuaded" Miss Karina to go to sleep. Although she and Lord Koschche tacitly approved of Miss Karina's actions, it was still incredibly frustrating to just watch...

And then again...

Master Yang Hao?

Why are you... so vigorous?

Head Maid Monica stared in bewilderment at Lord Yang Hao's movements. She tried to compare him to Lord Koschei from the Felin era, and was surprised to find that Lord Koschei back then might not actually be a match for Lord Yang Hao now.

"...This is really...I don't know what to say."

Recalling that day when Lord Yang Hao hung up the phone, Lord Koschche, in a fit of rage, yelled, "I'll teach him a lesson when I get back!" while eagerly preparing more props to improve the mood between the couple...

Monica really doubted whether Lord Koschei could withstand it—she meant... although Miss Lorelei's body was much stronger than that of the Felin tribe... but... what difference would there be between a 40-point body and a 59-point body when facing a man who now seemed to be a 70-point body?

(As expected, Lord Koschke still has to rely on me...) The loyal head maid blushed as she pondered something. (Otherwise, if Lord Koschke can't handle it after Lord Yang Hao goes back, it'll be troublesome...)

Alas! Lord Koschche, Lord Yang Hao's body is too strong now.

If you can't control yourself, let me share some of the pressure with you.

After all, once we get back, I'll have to follow your orders... [rest] for a month, okay? No matter how much you cry then, I won't help you, okay?

so...

...

The loyal head maid has already begun planning how to weaken her master's fighting power before he returns.

And the other side.

Kazdel's situation is also improving.

Having thwarted the madmen's plan to release poison gas in the residential area and arrested a large number of anti-demon factions and "professionals" who would have caused damage to Kazdel, Kazdel now finally has the resources to deal with matters concerning the Gallic Empire.

After some discussion, the sisters decided that Umbrella Corporation would first send people to explore the wasteland, while Theresa would focus on stabilizing the domestic situation.

“The Blood Demon and the Banshee have been a great help to us, but they also require us to give even more in return.” Theresa sighed helplessly. “So now we can only rely on you… sister. But… is this really alright?”

"What do you mean?"

"...Your sacrifice."

"Ah, you said this."

Therese shrugged nonchalantly. She thought to herself that although that "sacrifice" was humiliating... so be it.

Sooner or later, she'll be on top of it, repaying him for all the humiliation he's brought her. Sooner or later.

Chapter 188

The afternoon of July 15th.

Karina was already fast asleep in her room.

Mr. Yang Hao, looking refreshed, braced himself against the strange gaze of the head maid and walked toward the temporary meeting room where he was to discuss some serious business with the guests from Yan Country.

Although Mr. Yang Hao enjoyed himself, to be honest, the way his head maid looked at him with such predatory eyes afterward still put a lot of mental pressure on him...

"Um... Monica?"

"...Hehe." Faced with Yang Hao's trembling question, the head maid covered her mouth and laughed, without saying anything.

"Don't do this, I'm scared..."

"Please don't be afraid, my lord—nothing will happen. Please focus on your work today."

"...Ugh."

But Monica, it looks like you're going to eat me up... No, it's not about eating me up at all, it's like you're planning to hold me in your mouth and refuse to swallow me, waiting for my desperate expression as I slide down my esophagus. It really terrifies me...

This is unbelievable. Could it be that Monica found out about my affair with Karina again?

Thinking of this, Mr. Yang Hao sighed heavily. He shook his head and followed the head maid, who was covering her mouth and chuckling, to the conference room. After waiting there for a while, eating something and drinking some beverages, he finally saw the arrival of the guests from Yan Country.

It seems the security checks took a long time. These guests, who should have arrived earlier, seemed rather rushed.

"Greetings, Duke Yang Hao." The leading ambassador bowed to Yang Hao. Afterwards, with Yang Hao's permission, the capable ambassador from Yan Kingdom sat down and inquired of Mr. Yang Hao, "Sir, have you read the personal letter written for you by Her Highness the Princess?"

"...I've already read Princess Wei Qing's handwritten letter. But to be honest, I still don't know what to do." Yang Hao's lips twitched, which reminded him of when he first saw the words "dowry" written on Princess Wei Qing's handwritten letter.

To be honest, he was really struggling... but he had already talked things out with his family, so refusing was out of the question. Therefore, he just needed to show some reluctance to see if he could get more in return, and that would be about it.

"Could you give me some more time to think about this? This is all so sudden for me personally. Not to mention, my family..."

“I see... But on our side, His Majesty the Emperor’s personal letter has already been delivered to your territory. I’m sure the newly appointed Duke Kosiché and His Majesty will understand your good intentions.”

"Has it already been sent?" Yang Hao feigned surprise, inwardly thinking, "You all think the 'newly appointed' Koschche is actually his wife... In that case, I'll wait for a reply from back home. Sigh, although I have a good relationship with Princess Wei Qing, after that incident, I didn't even have time to go home for my beloved wife's funeral, and you've sent me this headache... What am I going to do?"

"Please accept my condolences. Great Yan understands Your Excellency's unwavering loyalty to your wife. But now, rather than allowing our relationship to continue to suffer, it would be more appropriate to mend the rift and become in-laws." Under the watchful gaze of Monica, the head maid, who was twitching at the corner of her mouth, the Yan ambassador gestured to the servants behind him. "Furthermore, Great Yan has already selected a suitable [gift] for Your Excellency... We hope you will accept it first."

"A gift? To receive it now?"

Yes. Here is the list.

The Yan Kingdom ambassador took a list from his servant and placed it on the table. Monica, seeing this, took the list first, carefully examining it to ensure it contained no Originium Arts or hidden weapons... then she turned and handed the list to Mr. Yang Hao. Her eyes gleamed; it seemed the items on the list were so valuable that this maid couldn't ignore them?

Mr. Yang Hao found it somewhat strange. He silently flipped through the contents of the notebook, and after a moment...

His mind was filled with the thought, "As expected of the Great Yan, so rich in resources." He was filled with envy and jealousy for the vastness of Great Yan's resources, and at one point, he was so envious that he almost cried.

But actually, what was recorded there wasn't much of a problem for the Great Yan Dynasty.

The first gift to be given to Duke Yang Hao—this part of the gift, which is not included in the dowry—is simply divided into three parts: [red gold], luxury resources with Yan Kingdom characteristics [such as rare ink], and a small mobile town.

Let's take a look at [Red Gold] first.

Yan State gave Mr. Yang Hao approximately...

The current deficit of the Ursus Empire's total tax revenue for one quarter.

Literally, it means a deficit in total tax revenue for a quarter. What does that mean?

Yang Hao suddenly had hundreds of thousands of yuan in pure gold! And most importantly, this pure gold was, strictly speaking, his "private property." He didn't actually need to hand it over to the public; he could use it for his own enjoyment without anyone questioning its "private property"!

If this several hundred thousand units of pure gold were used for people's livelihood, it would be enough to feed and water every child in the Ursus Empire for a whole year and still have some left over!

If this hundreds of thousands of gold were used in industry, it would be enough for the current Ursus Empire to build a dozen more heavy factories to produce products and equipment!

Even if he only used that hundreds of thousands of dollars for eating, drinking, and having fun, even if he let Yang Hao go out to whores all day long—I mean, to find little foals—he could ruin him!

So much crimson gold, and your Great Yan just gave it to me?! Are you guys out of your minds?!

(Yang Hao, Yang Hao, you fucking need to calm down?! This is definitely a conspiracy!) Mr. Yang Hao wasn't defeated by this generous gift. He repeatedly emphasized to himself that this was absolutely a conspiracy by the damn Yan people! (In their eyes, I'm probably just a meat sandwich! I can't fall for it so easily... Damn it! I wish I had the confidence to squander a quarter's worth of tax revenue like that!)

Yang Hao was somewhat self-aware. He knew that in the eyes of the leaders of neighboring countries, he was probably a highly sought-after target—someone they would try at all costs to persuade, kidnap, or even kill, but they would never allow him to be used by the enemy.

So, you people of Yan, do you think you can buy me off with this money?! That's impossible!

(Damn! That's a lot of money...)