My wife is an immortal black snake.

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"It's nothing, I just think your hair smells really nice."

Since it's not the smell of perfume, and it doesn't smell like her natural body odor... then the only explanation is the scent coming from her hair, right?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. As someone who lives on the coast, it's understandable that Ms. Sonia would have a touch of the sea about her. Besides, Yang Hao knows how to be polite—complaining about her hair wouldn't hurt him, would it?

And Sonia's hair is indeed very beautiful. Not only is it long, but it also looks very smooth, and most importantly, it's a rare white hair.

"Ah... um, thank you..." Yang Hao's praise seemed to have put Ms. Sonia into a strange state. She first stroked her hair and stammered a few words in response. Then she looked at her smooth hair and then at the expression on Yang Hao's face. She seemed to have made up her mind, but was still somewhat hesitant: "Well... how about touching it? Maybe that can answer your question? Why is my hair like this... or something like that?"

"Ugh?"

But this was an unexpected turn of events for Yang Hao: he really only intended to compliment Sonia's hair, he really only intended to say it verbally... but now he's being asked to touch her hair? What... is going on?

Looking at Ms. Sonia in front of him, who was somewhat strange and seemed a little shy as she gently and slowly handed him her hair... Looking at the smooth, soft hair in front of him, which also smelled faintly of the salty sea, Yang Hao swallowed hard.

"Is it really possible?"

He looked up at Sonia to confirm. After all, that hair was so tempting and sinful... He could almost understand the thoughts of the poachers back home who were obsessed with hunting elephants for their ivory: when something so beautiful is placed right in front of you and you can take it, anyone would feel a plundering desire in their heart.

However, Yang Hao was not a poacher, so after swallowing hard several times... he needed to confirm Ms. Sonia's wishes again.

"sure."

For some reason, Ms. Sonia seemed somewhat shy. She simply nodded, then turned her back to him, closed her eyes, and nervously awaited what would happen next...

...

...

Once he got permission, Yang Hao couldn't stop.

He gently placed his hand on Ms. Sonia's long, smooth white hair, which had slipped down and even spread out on the desk, as she stood close to the edge of the desk. Her hair was very soft and smooth to the touch; if you looked closely, you could even see that the hair that slid down her body accentuated her beautiful back, slender waist, and the curves of her hips.

She didn't seem to have ever let anyone touch her hair. When Yang Hao tried to comb her hair with a small comb that was originally just for decoration and had hardly ever been used, she made a very strange whimpering sound.

"Um...please, please don't mind me...let's stop here until you're satisfied."

"Is it really okay?"

Why does it feel like the Deep Sea Hunter's nerves are in some strange place? Yang Hao blinked in confusion, and after gently combing her hair with a small comb, he saw the Deep Sea Hunter's clan mother shudder violently as if she had been electrocuted.

...So it really is time to stop? Yang Hao swallowed hard, and just as he was about to take out the small comb to help Sonia regain her mobility, he heard Sonia start making some strange panting sounds.

It was a complex sound of panting, a mixture of enjoyment, fear, and anticipation for the unknown... Although Yang Hao couldn't be sure whether Sonia was in a good or bad state, it seemed that she was enjoying having her hair combed, wasn't she?

Um...

He hesitated for a moment, then decided not to take out the comb.

After going through the details again and confirming that Ms. Sonia's electric-like trembling was only related to "comfort," he relaxed.

Chapter 243

That evening, after escorting Yang Hao to the land-based warship and watching him return to his room to rest, Ms. Sonia finally felt relieved.

"...Templar Knights, I'll leave the rest of the escort to you."

"Yes. You all go and rest first. We will take care of the adults' safety."

Having completed the handover with the Templars and watched as the fully armed Gauls arranged the space around Lord Yang Hao's room, Sonia was finally able to take her juniors back to her own room to rest and calm her mind, which had been in turmoil since the afternoon.

She quickly arranged the tasks for the four juniors and rushed back to her private room before they could inquire about her condition. Once back in her private space, Sonia laid down her weapons and immediately lay face down on her bed, covering her head with a pillow, trying to calm herself with the soft mattress.

"...This is the first time someone has complimented my hair." Lying on the bed, she muttered to herself. At this moment, she didn't look like a matriarch in her fifties at all; she looked more like a young girl. "What is this feeling...? Did the Puppeteer do something to me before? No, no... I didn't feel anything... In other words, is it because I've never experienced anything like this before that I had some expectations...?"

If only Rabi were here! At least Sonia could talk to Rabi and share her troubles. But unfortunately, Rabi isn't here, so Sonia has to deal with her worries alone.

She was confused by her previous behavior! She didn't understand what had happened, and she didn't know what it meant...

Her decades-long career as a deep-sea hunter hadn't taught her any of this; she'd spent almost her entire life fighting monsters along the coast! She...she truly only had a smattering of human nature. But she didn't understand...

So... Sonia could only rack her brains. She tossed and turned on the bed, and if this commercial land-based vessel hadn't used a sturdy iron-framed bed, perhaps the ordinary bed would have already collapsed because of her restless movements?

Even so, her movements were still too exaggerated... Listening to the mournful groans coming from the iron bunk bed, Sonia had to stop moving, even though the movements did gradually calm her down.

"Why is it just my hair that's like this...?" she muttered to herself, bewildered. She put her pillow aside, got out of bed, and walked to the mirror in the room. She looked at her hair.

Silvery-white, soft, and smooth. But why does it feel so strange when Lord Yang Hao touches it?

Sonia looked at the comb on the dressing table beside her. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and picked it up, gently combing her hair—she didn't feel anything strange, she just felt that her hair was indeed well-groomed... the comb slid across her hair without any resistance.

But... when she combed her hair, she didn't feel that strange sensation... that electric shock-like, sensitive... strange yet comfortable feeling.

"..." She silently looked in the mirror, then removed the comb from her hair. Sure enough, if it were her, she wouldn't have that feeling at all...

The problem isn't with me, it's with Lord Yang Hao...

...

"...I need to find an opportunity...to figure out what's going on."

She murmured to herself, the melancholy on her face gradually turning into determination. As a deep-sea hunter, she knew very well that sometimes hesitation would only lead to missed opportunities.

She had to figure out what was going on... really. Not just for her juniors, her people... but also for herself.

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

Meanwhile, under the heavy protection of the Templars, Yang Hao lay on an unfamiliar bed, texting his wife to let her know he was safe while also preparing for his work.

His first task was to obtain the contact information for the St. Arthur's Castle Fire Department and Police Department from His Majesty the Emperor—once he arrived at St. Arthur's Castle, he would meet with the people from these two places. At that meeting, he would tell them things like, "You're going on holiday soon, so don't worry about anything that happens at the Imperial Council."

After all, when it comes to burning down the council, it's best to avoid being disturbed by dedicated bystanders. Besides, if a few innocent people were accidentally burned to death during the burning, Yang Hao's conscience would bother him. Sigh, even ordinary people who have to be sacrificed shouldn't die the same way as those lunatics from the Xie Rou nightclub, right? Therefore, Yang Hao needs to ensure the "safety" of the Imperial Council during the barbecue, and for that, he needs to borrow some manpower from the Emperor—enough manpower to seal off the entire Imperial Council, including its underground area.

But sealing off such a large area will inevitably attract gossip from other places. To prevent those rumors from spreading throughout the country faster than His Majesty the Emperor's officials, a city-wide information blockade will be necessary... But does His Majesty the Emperor have the resolve to seal off an entire city?

"As long as you can bring me results, I'd be willing to blockade the entire Saint-Germain Castle, or even move the capital to the Duchy of Kosiché."

Ah, it seems he truly has the courage to do so. But Your Majesty, this joke about moving the capital isn't good, is it? If you really move it, Kosiché and I might not even be able to have our marital life anymore. This won't do, this won't do...

"Hmm... but this is the first real business trip after getting married... sigh, I wonder how long the old snake I've fed will last?"

The thought of Koschche made Yang Hao want to sigh. And with each sigh, he imagined that when he returned home in ten days or so, Koschche would probably tear him apart.

After all, he wasn't sure if Koschche had eaten enough during this time... If he had, that would be best. If not, then Yang Hao wouldn't need to consider leaving the palace for a long time after returning home next time. Staying in bed like a doll would be more pleasant. But then again... staying in bed like a doll?

Yang Hao frowned, deeply considering the feasibility of this plan. But in the end, he concluded that pretending to be dead in bed would be pointless: he now understood Koschie's personality very well. This old snake preferred stimulation while he was awake to a motionless corpse. Based on her statement, "How can you only make me comfortable?", Yang Hao concluded—if he really pretended to be dead in bed, he should be prepared to be thoroughly drained.

This was a well-considered decision. Koschie's preference for pleasure with Yang Hao when he's sober doesn't conflict with her preference for satisfying herself when he's unconscious. While she might exercise some restraint when Yang Hao is lucid, she's even less likely to let him off the hook when he's feigning death—not to mention the addition of Head Maid Monica now...

After all that, Yang Hao was definitely out of blood. Thinking of this cruel future, this once upright man was now pale-faced and his lips were dry; he dared not think any further.

"I need to find a way to exercise more..." he muttered to himself, sweating profusely. "And I need to eat more nutritious food... Sigh. This happy dilemma is almost unbearable..."

The happy troubles of marriage for men are nothing more than this: when your ex-girlfriend touches you before marriage, your penis gets erect; but when your wife touches you after marriage, your hair stands on end—a man is always the same man, a hardworking ox toiling in the fields. And a woman remains the same woman, a fertile, moist field.

Even oxen need rest after plowing an acre of land, otherwise they risk dying from overwork. And what about the land itself?

...Yang Hao opened his mouth, and a hallucination appeared before his eyes—a hallucination in which he was as thin as a rake, while his wife and Monica looked radiant.

"...well!"

He collapsed onto the bed, letting out a heavy sigh, deciding not to think about the problem or look at his phone anymore. He calculated the time and realized it was almost time to wander around the House of Lamentations again. He decided to go and lament his troubles to Miss Lamentation then: after all, if he died, Miss Lamentation would die too. Surely Miss Lamentation wouldn't want to see him die in his bed, right? Probably... right?

Yang Hao placed his hopes for the future in the House of Elegy.

......

Meanwhile, on Minos's way to Kazdel.

Fully armed, Margarita sat on the back of her giant crab, Sanae, which was bigger than a bus, with her teacher, and they were discussing her prophecy.

"To put it simply, my Margarita... that black snake didn't possess a Vayvan at all, it possessed a Drak!!"

"Huh? Draco? What's that...?"

Margaret has indeed grown considerably in her social skills recently.

But when it comes to knowledge, Margarita is still Margarita.

Just like now—Ms. Northumen could immediately tell from Margarita's explanation that the immortal black serpent, the body that Duke Kosiché ultimately possessed, was that of a Drak. But Margarita foolishly believed it was a Vaiva. She still has much to learn, otherwise, if she makes a fool of herself later, Ms. Northumen, as her teacher, would feel very embarrassed...

"Simply put, they are one of the royal families of Victoria, a natural royal family that is more powerful than Vaivam in some respects, understand?"

Faced with Margarita's confusion, Ms. Northumber simply sighed and explained the difference between a Draco and a Vaiva. She taught Margarita some basic knowledge about distinguishing between Draco and Vaiva, and finally, she also taught Margarita that since the black snake could possess a Draco's body, Victoria must already be inextricably linked to her and that Mr. Yang Hao in the future.

"After all, every Draco has the potential to ascend to the Victorian throne, even if that Draco was born a beggar—this is one of Victoria's strong claims. For Duke Kosicheal of Ursus to acquire the body of a Draco, I can already imagine how the Victorians made their deal with that black snake..."

"But, but what does this have to do with Yang Hao?"

Margarita looked at her teacher with bright eyes. Looking at her silly student, Ms. Northumen simply covered her face and sighed once more.

“Margarita, tell me, who is your sweetheart to the Duke of Kosichè?” Although this might be a bit bad for Margarita, Ms. Northum believed that this was the quickest way to make Margarita realize the seriousness of the problem.

"Uh...yes, husband?" Sure enough, Margarita's face darkened, but she still answered properly. Ms. Northon was very satisfied.

"So, will Duke Kosiché's new body affect how your beloved views the black snake?"

"...meeting...."

Without hesitation, Ms. Northumber reached out and tapped Margarita on the forehead.

"Idiot! Stop lying to yourself and answer the truth."

Having been tapped on the forehead, a wronged Margarita could only utter the same aggrieved sound, forcing herself to face reality.

"Um...no..."

"Isn't that it? Would Mr. Yang Hao care if Duke Koschei changed bodies? Of course not! Right now, Koschei might be a cat, next time a bear, and the time after that a bird... But that doesn't change Mr. Yang Hao's opinion; he thinks she's his wife, and that's all that matters. But here's the problem—in the end, Duke Koschei's body is a Draco, and Draco becomes some outsider's wife... Margarita, you should understand the seriousness of the problem, right?"

Decades later, the Victorians will surely be scrambling to offer Mr. Yang Hao a position, not for any other reason than that he will become the husband of a noble member of the Delacroix family!

Perhaps in his eyes this is just his wife changing clothes every few months, a normal part of daily life. But for those short-lived men, it's a completely different story. If your wife is Draco, then you have the right to declare the throne of Victoria—it would be a miracle if this person wasn't targeted.

And that's what Ms. Northumbers is worried about... If that gentleman really becomes the Emperor of Victoria, will poor Margarita still have a chance?

Chapter 244

Ms. Northumber's concerns were not unfounded. After all, she believed that Margarita's current advantage lay in the fact that Mr. Yang Hao remembered her and was willing to wait for her—but these two advantages would be meaningless once Mr. Yang Hao truly became the local tyrant of Victoria.

After all, once he becomes the emperor or crown prince of a vast empire, he will have countless women at his fingertips. Let alone the current Margarita, even if there were a Margarita in her childhood, adolescence, adulthood, or even old age—he could find replacements! Under such circumstances, would he truly consider Margarita irreplaceable in his life?

It's definitely risky! After all, that's how people are; they talk a good game, but their actions betray them. There are plenty of people who say they won't forget something, only to forget that person within five minutes!

Ms. Norsen genuinely doubted whether Mr. Yang Hao belonged to this type of person. If he did, then Ms. Norsen could only offer her silent condolences for Margarita...

Faced with her teacher's concern, Margarita lowered her head and looked at her pet, thinking for a while... then she smiled, the frustration and grievance on her face completely gone:

"Teacher, I know this is a serious problem... but... but I won't regret it... If Yang Hao really becomes that kind of person in the future, and there are already countless people around him who can replace me... I... I might feel very angry, very wronged, but I won't blame him..."

"...Sigh, Margarita, there's a limit to how much you should suppress your feelings."

"But, I was the one who made him feel wronged in the first place... I made him wait for so long... and I didn't even reflect on my actions at the time... If this is a punishment, then it's the punishment I deserve, right?"

Margarita tilted her head; she had a more mature understanding of her past actions. However, when the "punishment" of the past arrived, this still-weaned little bat lacked the social morality of an adult to support her growing up quickly.

Hearing this, Ms. Northumber sighed heavily. She reached out and ruffled Margarita's hair, muttering, "Why does my Margarita have to grow up like this before she's even weaned?" She added that what Margarita needed to learn next was a kind of adult social morality: adaptability.

"Teacher, what is that...?"

"Simply put, it's a necessary course for blood demons to adapt to human society. Alas, Margarita, perhaps we lived in the age of slavery a hundred years ago, but in the next hundred years we will live in the age of civilized people."

Our lifespans have grown long enough to witness the rise and fall of dynasties, the beginning and end of eras. Therefore, it is crucial for us to possess our own set of artificial moral standards. For example, it's not right to keep clinging to Mr. Yang Hao—if he rejects you, you should accept that rejection and find a new path, shouldn't you?

“But…?” Mrs. Northumbers’ comforting words and advice only made Margarita feel more frustrated. “I don’t know what to do?”

"It's simple—you need to have a mature and adaptable moral compass, and then figure out how to squeeze in."

"...Eh?"

"What's so strange about that? For us immortals, our [time] is inherently an advantage, isn't it?" Looking at the bewildered Margarita, Lady Northumberna shrugged. "When other races believe they'll never betray each other, we, as immortals, have plenty of time to deal with them—so what if they're willing to wait until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble? The walls in their hearts aren't impenetrable. So Margarita, don't be discouraged if you've been rejected. We have plenty of time to deal with it, to work on it, don't we?"

“But…” Margarita seemed to still have some questions.

"No buts. Your sweetheart can have several wives, so why can't you be one of them? Alright, alright, that's it—"

Ms. Northumbern didn't take it to heart. After all, she knew Margarita liked to fuss over small things and minor issues—but was it really necessary? Certainly not!

Why is it that only Mr. Yang Hao is allowed to marry multiple wives, but Margarita isn't allowed to try and squeeze in? Right? So is there anything wrong with what I said? Of course not—

"But what I'm concerned about is why the teacher, who seems so experienced, is still single...?"

...What?

"..."