My wife is an immortal black snake.

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He already has a wife he can trust.

Yang Hao let out a long sigh of relief. After hugging his wife tightly, he decided that after settling everything tonight, he would have a proper talk with Koschche.

After all, this matter... might require discussing until late at night.

Chapter Ninety-Three

After his wife set up an insurance policy for him, Yang Hao and his wife lingered together for a while, and he didn't get out of bed until after 6 p.m. when they were having dinner.

"My lords, the army is ready to intercept us." As she brought the couple their food, Monica tried her best to avoid looking at the wet sheets and the damp spots on Lord Koschche's body. "The Serpent Scales are already waiting at the designated location. Lord Yang Hao, we can begin our operation as soon as you arrive."

"Let's go after dinner—uh, Monica...?"

"No, please don't mind me. Lord Koschche, I'll take my leave now."

“Go ahead. I want to have a good talk with my husband.”

Avoiding Lord Kosch's ambiguous gaze, Monica quickly placed the food on the table and left the palace, naturally also avoiding Yang Hao's increasingly desperate eyes.

Hmm. She didn't see anything. She really didn't see anything. Lord Koschei and Lord Yang Hao's relationship was so good, a clear sign of their deep marital affection. But speaking of which, how many times have those two done it?... Tonight, I'll prepare a kidney-nourishing remedy for Lord Yang Hao. Sigh, Lord Koschei said that if he dared to go in, he'd be taught a lesson tonight?

I hope Lord Yang Hao is alright. With that thought in mind, Monica stood against the wall in the corridor, closed her eyes, and pretended not to hear the rustling sounds coming from inside.

......

At 7 o'clock in the evening.

When Monica saw Yang Hao, dressed in the attire of a lower-ranking Ursus nobleman, silently leave the palace, she vaguely sensed something strange.

She shook her head, took out perfume from her pocket to eliminate the smells, sprayed it several times on every part of Yang Hao's body, and then said:

"Sir, would you like something to eat first?"

"No, no." Yang Hao's face was pale, and his voice trembled as he spoke. "Could you get me some water in the car? Hiss..."

"grown ups...?"

"No, I just have a backache right now. You go and tidy up the things inside first, I'll go after you come out."

"...yes."

"Lord Yang Hao, hang in there!" Monica, the head maid, thought to herself. "Could it be that Lord Kosiché has already taken care of tonight's needs in advance..."

Is Lady Koschei really not worried that something might happen to Lord Yang Hao in his current state? She glanced at Yang Hao's pale face, and after noticing that Lady Koschei seemed to have carved some kind of mark on him, she suddenly realized what was going on and felt relieved.

......

A few minutes later, after tidying up the tableware in the room, Monica led Yang Hao to the location of the vehicle that had been prepared for him, while also explaining to Yang Hao the news she had received in the past hour.

“The Serpent Scales have spotted some Kuranta people leaving a house in the residential area to go to work. That house might be one of their hidden strongholds, so I sent the Serpent Scales to monitor them.”

"Ah, well done. What else?"

"The army's plainclothes soldiers are already on standby at various positions. They have brought lethal weapons and some of the city's naval cannons, which have now been assembled at a high point not far away and are ready to fire on that brothel at any time."

"Hiss... a naval cannon?"

Wait, is it really necessary to use naval guns? Yang Hao was completely bewildered. After all, in his mind, anti-prostitution—no, I mean, routine inspections—shouldn't require naval guns, right?

Even if there are a few spies among those being inspected, it's still the same. If you just bring out all the ship's cannons, what if you accidentally injure civilians nearby?

Although that's what he thought, Yang Hao had no intention of having the troops put the naval guns away—after all, seeing the power of the naval guns up close seemed quite interesting, so he decided to leave it as it was.

A few minutes later, as they boarded a disguised car—which had an aristocratic air but wasn't actually that luxurious—to head to the Kazimierz brothel, Monica handed Yang Hao a drink that could quickly restore his energy.

“I won’t be traveling with you from now on,” Monica said. “Because for lower-ranking nobles, maids are servants who are closer to their mistresses... and male nobles who go to brothels will, for various reasons, at most bring a few guards with them. So, the only ones left to protect you and provide guidance are Snake Scales.”

"Only snake scales left?" Yang Hao finished the light green drink in one gulp. The drink gave him a strange, refreshing sensation. However, his strength had undeniably returned. "What should I be careful about my words going forward?"

"No need to pay too much attention. After all, there are all sorts of people among the minor nobles—what you need to do next is to move around under the protection of the Serpent Scales as much as possible. Once you discover their secret, just let the people outside in through the code."

"signal?"

Monica nodded and explained the code that Serpent Scales and the people outside had agreed upon—it was an internal battle.

According to Monica, once fighting breaks out inside, the Serpent Scales' built-in communicators will send a continuous stream of signals to their comrades outside. These signals will immediately instruct the standby troops to execute their plans: either blockade the streets, round up any suspicious individuals, or eliminate any remaining resistance. In short, as long as fighting breaks out inside, the troops outside will carry out their missions.

“I understand. But I need to find evidence first… By the way, Monica—how do you use a bugging device?”

"It is already in operation. Please rest assured that its energy can support it to work for up to 48 hours."

So that means I can stay there for the whole night without any problem? Yang Hao nodded seriously, thinking that such a good thing should definitely be used in the best way.

[Event: The Casimir Spy Incident ②]

You intend to wipe out this spy outpost tonight, but you need to gather enough evidence—not just evidence that the Kurantas are spies, but also to uncover the little secrets of those nobles and gentlemen.

Many nobles and gentlemen were on the list of troublemakers, including those who were paid to do nothing or even harm the Duchy of Kosiché—to find the intelligence file containing the little secret, or the USB drive, to prepare permanent guests for the Four Seasons Hotel Gulag that was about to be built.

'How would I know where those record books are? Wait, I've got an idea...'

... .....

It was exactly 8 p.m.

When Yang Hao and his group arrived at an intersection near the brothel, Scaled Paul had been waiting for them there for a long time.

As he greeted Yang Hao, he explained his responsibilities: he and the other two snake scales would protect Yang Hao's safety inside.

"The army is also ready for battle and can launch a full-scale assault at any time," he said, pointing to a group of unemployed workers gathered nearby chatting—or at least appearing to be. Yang Hao could see that these men were hiding standard-issue weapons under their clothes or even under their buttocks. "Three naval guns have also been deployed at higher ground. If any Qazimirians are about to escape our search area, they will open fire immediately, wiping out the nearby civilian houses as well."

"...Notify them to try to avoid harming civilians and civilian buildings. By the way, what about the sewers, and that house that looks like a hideout?"

"The sewers have been sealed off, and the house suspected to be the hideout of the Qazimirs has also been surrounded by us. They haven't discovered our intentions yet, but we have observed through high-powered binoculars that someone is maintaining standard knightly armor in one of the rooms of the hideout—the Qazimirs are very well hidden, and those weapons and equipment must be being maintained in preparation for sending intelligence out of the duchy."

“All useful intelligence. Very good, you’ve done a great job…” Yang Hao nodded in satisfaction. With Monica’s help, he stuffed some more ornaments representing lower-ranking nobles onto his person, then snapped his fingers. “Let’s go, let’s begin our plan.”

The military personnel of the Duchy of Kosiché had completely surrounded the Kazimierz brothel and their hideout, and with just one order, no one inside would be able to escape the encirclement.

But they might destroy the intelligence on the nobles, which is unacceptable—that intelligence likely contains information on many nobles who should be on the mischievous list. Furthermore, if they even destroy the communication equipment connecting to Kazimierz, then this operation will yield nothing but flattery!

So even if it's risky, Yang Hao has to lead a team in to investigate. And he does indeed have a somewhat flawed plan: to find the intelligence records kept by the Kazimir people...

I hope everything goes smoothly.

With this in mind, Yang Hao and the disguised snake scales swaggered toward the pink and bright gate of the Kazimierz brothel.

The Kazimierz people, who had been working peacefully in this duchy for several years, were unaware that annihilation was about to befall them.

[Event: The Casimir Spy Incident ③]

Kazimir's spies had become complacent due to their numerous undetected searches. This could also be related to their inability to easily leave the residential area to gather military intelligence elsewhere...

They prefer to record intelligence on paper, and of course, there are corresponding backups of intelligence on electronic devices—but you have to know the password, otherwise it would take several years just to crack it by brute force.

Friendly reminder: the knights stationed here are more like (arena knights), essentially spies trained by Casimir Capital. They're greedy and will serve you as long as you offer a high enough price.

'...How much money? I mean, whip their asses—'

"—"

"grown ups?"

"No, it's nothing... I've heard that some knights in Kazimierz are greedy for money, is that true?"

“Those are competitive knights. If this group is composed of spies made up of war knights, then money probably can’t buy their loyalty.”

"Okay, I understand..."

Because of the incident, Yang Hao rubbed his hands together excitedly. The snake scales around him couldn't help but sigh, "The adult now looks no different from a sleazy lower-ranking nobleman."

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

at the same time.

Inside the Casimir-style brothel, the Warsaw Nightclub, a young, blonde-haired Kuranta woman with brown eyes, a former knight of Casimir, is preparing for tonight's work.

“Theresa, we’ll have to rely on your Originium Arts again tonight,” her companion chuckled. “Your Originium Arts for hypnosis have really been a huge help—”

“I told you, that wasn’t hypnosis, it was more like a hallucination. An immersive hallucination.” Theresa rolled her eyes, emphasizing in her mind again and again—it wasn’t hypnosis, it was a genuine hallucination. “And even if I could use my Originium Arts—wouldn’t those tasks that only involved chatting still have to be done by you guys?”

"Yes, yes, yes... But speaking of which, next month is the day we're supposed to deliver intelligence to Kazimir. Are our weapons and equipment properly maintained?"

"Don't worry about that little guy, Mars. He's the best at maintaining weapons out of all 40 of us."

"That's true... but for some reason, I always feel a vague sense of unease."

"Shut up, you said the same thing last week—hurry up and get things ready. Hopefully, a few nobles with big secrets will come today, so we can go back and collect a lot of bounty to live a life of debauchery."

"Heh...that's hard to say. The biggest secret we know right now seems to be that there's a middle-ranking nobleman in this city who suffers from premature ejaculation? And that his son is actually an illegitimate child with a maid, not with his legal wife?" The knight named Masti Kuranta curled his lip. "While this is indeed a stepping stone for building a spy network among the upper and middle nobility...but we've only found this in the last two years? It's really too embarrassing!"

“At least we have the ability to pry open the doors to the upper-middle aristocracy, don’t we?” Theresa comforted, tying her long blonde hair into a ponytail. “Looking forward to a wonderful vacation when we get back. If all goes well.”

"Hopefully it goes smoothly—by the way, Theresa, I have a bad feeling...when was the last time those guards came to search us?"

"Two months ago? Didn't they turn us upside down that time? They found nothing. Even if they come this time, they'll probably just leave it at that."

Two months ago, city guards searched a Warsaw nightclub, only to return empty-handed after a few minutes. They found nothing, and it will likely be the same this time.

Chapter Ninety-Four

Theresa knew very well that one electronic device storing intelligence data was hidden in the wall of the innermost room used for intelligence gathering, while another handwritten copy was written directly on a roster using various coded messages.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place. Even the most astute guards probably couldn't glean anything from the roster, right? With that in mind, after chatting with Mars for a while longer, Theresa stretched, put on a figure-hugging purple bodysuit that accentuated her figure, black stockings that went all the way up to her chest, sexy high heels, and black lace gloves that reached her elbows. This flamboyantly dressed former conqueror knight then began her work for the day.

.....

Then, not long after arriving at the preparation room, the leader of the spies assigned Theresa a task—to take a certain lower-ranking Ursus nobleman who seemed to be hiding a big secret, and who, for some reason, showed great disappointment upon seeing these young and beautiful Kuranta women, to the inner room, to make clear his way, and then to record all his secrets.

"Please come in, sir/madam—"

Theresa stepped out of the preparation room, flashing a bright smile as she instinctively greeted the guests waiting outside. However, she was startled by the undisguised disappointment on their faces.

'Ugh... this level of disappointment... could he be a homosexual who only realized our side is predominantly female after coming in?' Theresa scrutinized the man before her, a flawless smile on her face as she turned to lead the way, all the while grumbling to herself. 'And what has this guy been muttering about since the beginning? This lower-ranking Ursus nobleman, does he really think he's something special?'

He's just a lower-ranking nobleman, with no money and no secret to making money. If you think this shop isn't what you're looking for, then leave!

But then again, is it really necessary for a lower-ranking noble to bring three guards when entering a shop like this? Theresa observed the scene behind her through a mirror at the end of the corridor. The three guards seemed to be wandering around under some pretext? But there was a vague feeling that they intended to follow her...

No? Are these really guards? Theresa's gut feeling told her that something was definitely wrong, but she breathed a slight sigh of relief when she noticed that Mars had helped to distract them.

“This guest—”

'...It doesn't have four legs, nor a horse's body; aside from having a horse's tail and ears, it's just an ordinary human...'

.....

I really want to punch him!

To maintain her smile, Teresa, though her lips twitched wildly, didn't actually unleash her torrent of profanities. Besides, this guy was really asking for it! What did he mean by "four legs and a horse's body"? We Kuranta people do have horse tails and ears, don't we?! What kind of monster do you imagine us Kuranta people to be?!

Why don't you just say that all you Ursus people are tall and strong, and that you hibernate?! Theresa had tried her best not to look at the lower-ranking nobleman with a threatening gaze, but when she noticed once again that the nobleman genuinely showed this expression of disappointment at their apparent normalcy, Theresa still felt her brain screaming. She was about to lose control of her emotions.

Fortunately, her previous training and work experience allowed Teresa to safely lead the noble guest with the little secret to the innermost room.

"Please have a seat, sir, and wait a moment—"

Wait a moment, and when I use my Originium Arts, you will spill all your secrets in your hallucination—that was what Theresa originally thought. The thought of this man drooling and revealing all his secrets in a hallucination made her feel much better.

result--

When you see that disappointed man sitting on the comfortable bed, sighing and expressing his utter disdain and utter despair for this top-class room...

Theresa felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation—was this man really just a bastard who was only interested in other men? If you dislike this place, why don't you leave?! If you weren't possibly hiding some important information, I would definitely—

...

.....

You must hold back, Theresa.

If you kill someone now, it'll be difficult to handle later. Why don't you wait until the day you leave the city to do it?

Theresa suppressed her deep-seated anger. She took a deep breath, forced a smile, and pretended to take a drink from the refrigerator, intending to hand it to the ungrateful lower-ranking nobleman—then she used her power.

...Theresa calls her ability "Hypnotic Experience," an Originium Arts based on illusion that forcibly alters the target's various bodily sensations when used. Their minds will vividly feel themselves engaging in a sexual encounter with a woman within a hazy illusion, while their bodies will become unconscious for the next half hour—body that will answer whatever Theresa asks.

She had indeed successfully used her ability. The disappointment on the man's face gradually faded, and then he collapsed onto the bed, muttering incoherently as he entered the state that Teresa remembered.

...no?

Theresa frowned, vaguely noticing something amiss... but it shouldn't be a problem, right? Even the most skilled masters of countering illusion and mental Originium Arts couldn't withstand her Originium Arts. If she successfully unleashed them, then theoretically, this person should indeed have become a puppet-like being.

Was it just her imagination? Theresa walked to the bedside and reached out to touch the lower-ranking nobleman's left eyelid.