My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Although Yang Hao was very curious about what the original owner of the body would become... after all, this was Koschke's plan.

Koschei had already forgiven all the flaws in his abilities, so naturally he should also forgive the darkness in his wife. As long as Koschei didn't actually use her abilities on their children, Yang Hao would let her do whatever she wanted.

So after carefully recalling his first meeting with Kosiché, he chuckled twice, remarking that the Ursus people were quite nice too.

Then, after pausing for a moment and looking back at Monica for a while, he asked if he could stop trying to get his hands on Monica.

“What are you saying? Monica is also a maid I trust, I won’t put my mind to anything with her.”

"Yes. Although I am loyal to Lord Kosiché, I am not capable of becoming his successor—so you can rest assured, Lord Yang Hao. Rather, could you please stop contacting those Kazimierz spies lately?"

"A Kazimir spy?...My husband? Can you explain?"

After watching the two women explain their reasons to each other, and then change the subject to demand an explanation or assurance from him regarding the Kazimierz ponies, Yang Hao said with a wry smile that he really was only doing it for official business and had no intention of doing anything strange!

"They look just like normal people! They're not centaurs with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse. I wouldn't be interested in whipping their butts with a horsewhip..."

...The fact that Mr. Yang Hao, who made such perverse remarks, was later despised by his wife and maid is another matter entirely.

..... .....

After finishing his usual greetings and intimacy with his wife, and preparing to join her in their daily work, Yang Hao left the audience hall. After signing his name on the contract prepared in advance for the Gauls, he prepared to go back to his room to change into his usual clothes before going to find the little pony in Casimir to settle the last big matter of the month.

"After bribing the spies in Kazimir, do you have nothing to do this month?"

"Pretty much. Until June, all I can do is plan—but Monica, you can take a break in April, right?"

"Yes, I plan to ask Lord Koschche for help tomorrow. Please be careful not to faint in the bathroom without my assistance."

"...Ah, well, Monica, perhaps you shouldn't rest for now?"

"Please do as you see fit. Or you could simply bathe with Lord Kosiché later."

Monica closed her eyes and sighed helplessly. She was genuinely worried that Yang Hao would get so confused when he took a shower alone in the future—after all, such things were quite possible when this man was deep in thought... But then again, should she shorten her rest time this time?

The original month-long vacation should be adjusted to 15 days. Considering the work ahead, it would be best to accompany Lord Yang Hao on his outings as much as possible.

"But then again, Monica—actually, there's something I've always been concerned about."

"Yes?"

Monica was taken aback by Yang Hao's words, who was changing clothes at the time. However, she quickly recovered and leaned closer to see what the adult wanted to ask.

After a while, having changed back into his original clothes, Yang Hao remarked with emotion:

"So—I don't think I've ever seen you discipline any other maids? You're supposed to be the head maid, right?"

...Oh, so that's the question? I thought you wanted to ask me why I go in every night...

Monica felt a sudden pang of disappointment, but she quickly regained her composure and explained that it was actually due to her special status.

"Although I am the head maid, in reality, the maids do not need my discipline—and my job is basically to serve the two masters in their daily work and life, so naturally I have even less time to discipline them."

"Huh? Does that mean all the maids can be trusted?"

"Yes. Apart from the newly hired maids, the maids who have worked here for several years are all trustworthy—but sir, please don't have any ideas about them, okay?"

"Well, I didn't have any ulterior motives either."

"Adults who are interested in centaurs are really not trustworthy in this regard..."

"Please spare me... Sigh, I'm all better now. Let's go, let's go to work."

Yang Hao smiled wryly, thinking that there was no way to get away with his sycophancy.

Chapter 117

...

There's not much to say about today's work.

Before Yang Hao left to take the checks to the Lubyanka Grand Hotel to have a good chat with the knights of Casimir and try to win them over, Mr. Napoleon came to the Duke's mansion requesting an audience with Yang Hao. Yang Hao simply went to the office area to meet him.

After a brief chat, it became clear that Napoleon's purpose in coming here, besides signing the contract, was also to obtain intelligence about their organization from Yang Hao.

"That's right. In our Gauls, as the people to whom we are loyal, you need to give us a formal name so that we Gauls can gather together under the same slogan to pledge our loyalty to you and your wife."

"A title? Hmm...you mean, a legion title or something?"

"Yes. But since our numbers are not as many as an army, please do not give us the name of a legion—this is very important to us Gauls."

"I understand now..."

"A formal establishment?" Yang Hao frowned, pondered for a while, and then seriously asked Napoleon if there were any official units like "knights" in Gaul.

Napoleon gave an affirmative answer: there certainly was, but as an artillery officer, he was not very familiar with the customs of the knights.

Seeing this, Yang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately gave his reply:

"In that case, Mr. Napoleon, you shall manage the knightly order in your own way—I bestow upon you the title of the Knights Templar, with a maximum strength of 1000 men, and you are permitted to create your own insignia and medals—after my return, I will also entrust you with the safekeeping of what are believed to be relics of Gaul. I hope you can quickly become part of our fighting force... By the way, how is the base?"

"I am willing to accept your investiture. As for the base... we have selected the ruins of a noble mansion that is relatively close to the Duke's mansion, and have already hired workers to clear the ruins and build temporary bungalows - it should be operational by early April, but facilities such as the armory and training grounds will have to wait a long time."

"A large portion of the reward from the first mission will be used to rebuild the base. I hope you'll be more careful next time you're operating in the city, and not blow up buildings that look recyclable... Sigh, Monica, give me a bill—thank you."

Yang Hao took a banknote from Monica, wrote a number on it, and handed it to Napoleon, along with his second task:

"Have someone withdraw this money for you when you sign the contract later. Have a few strong young men carry the gold back—there's a second task."

"Yes."

“I’ve heard there are many Gauls in the city that you haven’t noticed. They may have been trafficked or forced into doing heinous things. These bastards not only destabilize our city but also cause some financial trouble. Take the Gauls back to the newly established refugee camp in the residential area—and kill all the bastards, but leave a few alive for you to interrogate and then give me the information.”

"Understood. What is the time limit?"

"No limit. Kill as many as you can."

The refugee camp was a new refugee camp that Yang Hao established last night during a short break after he and Kosiché had been having a wild time. He obtained his wife's opinion and consent, and confirmed it in the residential area where the Lil Tavern is located using the [Puppet Stage].

The main purpose of this refugee camp is to house and treat refugees who have nowhere else to go, or those rescued from slave labor camps or other places. Of course, the medical treatment, care, and accommodation provided at the camp are not free. Once they recover and are able to work, Yang Hao will have the camp director assign these debtors temporary jobs, allowing them to repay their debts, save some money, and also imagine what they can do in the future.

Work-for-relief programs are not simply about providing material assistance to people through work. More importantly, they allow people to plan for the future, learn skills to make a living, rebuild interpersonal relationships, and regain their dignity during the economic crisis. The refugee camps are just a small step Yang Hao has taken before the administrative departments have completed their reforms. Once the administrative center is reformed, Yang Hao can extend the camps to all residential areas of the Duke of Kosiché—of course, these camps will also require strong oversight to prevent corruption.

...

After concluding his negotiations with Napoleon and deciding to hand over Joan of Arc's sword to him that very night as a keepsake, Yang Hao stretched and went with Monica to the gate of the Duke's mansion, where they boarded the car that Paul had prepared for them.

"Paul, the usual place."

"Yes."

Before he knew it, the Lubyanka Grand Hotel had become a place Yang Hao frequented—he remarked to himself as he took a glass of champagne from Monica, who gave him a slightly disapproving look. Along the way, he observed the pedestrians on the street through the dark gray windows. Since the five nobles had been wiped out, and some jobs had been created under the guise of clearing the ruins, the number of unemployed people queuing for work had decreased slightly. Although life was still difficult for the people, at least they had smiled these past two days.

"—Phew, it's still that same maid and servants? They give out bread every day, doesn't their master care about his food reserves?"

Yang Hao noticed once again the servants providing relief to the unemployed. While marveling at the few remaining conscientious nobles in his duchy, Yang Hao also realized that if he could expedite his actions, perhaps fewer families would be affected by this crisis.

But he no longer puts all the pressure on himself. He has his own ideas, and his wife can offer him advice—and Monica can too, isn't that great?

"Monica, after we finish dealing with the spies in Kazimierz, go back and get me the list of naughty boys. I need to see which nobles to kill next."

"Yes. But sir, a cornered dog will do the opposite of what it wants. Please don't push those minor nobles too far before the great purge."

"I know what I'm doing."

He chuckled to himself, thinking that before eliminating the nobles on the list, forcing them to pay a ransom using physical force and their hidden secrets shouldn't be too much to ask, right?

Chapter 118

When Teresa woke up this morning, she felt as if she had had an incredible dream yesterday.

It's really nothing serious, just a strange erotic dream, that's all.

Theresa took it all in stride—after all, her previous work as a spy had involved that kind of thing. Although she hadn't done anything substantial, hypnotizing those minor nobles every day to obtain their secrets had still had a significant impact on Theresa's mental state.

In other words, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Under the pressure of this absurd job, Teresa had a wet dream last night while drifting off to sleep. In that dream, she was lying naked on the bed, her hands and feet shackled, her thighs spread wide in humiliation, and someone behind her was whipping her body again and again...

Theresa didn't know why she was having such absurd and uncomfortable dreams, but she admitted—she felt pretty good.

Was it because she'd been single for too long? Or was she so exhausted by recent events that she had to start thinking about her future financial situation? In any case, just as Teresa sensed the main event was about to begin in her dream, and she was excitedly waiting for it—a mirror suddenly appeared in front of her, and what she saw in the mirror was that bastard who was slapping her body—it was none other than the Duke's sugar daddy?!

"[Kazimir curse]! What sins have I committed? Why are even my dreams so absurd..."

She muttered to herself as she sat up in bed. After changing out of her pajamas into her everyday clothes, Theresa really couldn't understand why she was acting this way—could it be because he was the only man who had made such a strong impression on her lately?

Thinking about it carefully, it does seem to make sense. There's really only one man Teresa has ever met who so openly proclaims his unusual sexual fetishes...

...

Tsk tsk, but why this guy? While checking the sleeping pills she had prepared yesterday, Theresa, who hadn't noticed that a packet seemed to be missing, suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Theresa—wake up! If you don't get up, we'll take your breakfast and butter!"

"Leave some for me?!"

Mars's voice came from outside the room, interrupting Theresa's thoughts and urging her to leave her room immediately in order to save her breakfast.

As for the ominous feeling brought on by that dream? Haha—what a joke! How could such a thing possibly happen?

And so, Miss Theresa hurriedly left her room and rushed into the large room they used as a dining hall. She stared blankly for a while at the lock that had appeared on the communal water dispenser, and after a moment of disappointment, she ran in another direction. After snatching her breakfast from Mars, who was holding bread and butter high in the air, Theresa breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to eat.

"Theresa, there's big news in today's paper." Lily, the equipment repairman for the Kazimierz spies, approached with food, placing a newspaper on Theresa's lap while munching on Ursus rye bread. "In short, that patron seems to have done something extraordinary—he had five of his 'dirty nobles' purged, and those five nobles were indeed the ones we had incriminating evidence against before, you know?"

"Huh? Cleansing out his own nobles? Even the capitalists of Kazimierz wouldn't do that, would they?" Theresa raised an eyebrow, took the butter knife from Mars, spread her portion of butter evenly on the bread, sighed, and handed the knife to her sister who needed it. "Why do I get the feeling that this Duke Koschie's...husband? This sugar daddy is like a born war maniac, always thinking about causing trouble?"

"Kazimir doesn't care about those guys because the capitalists themselves are involved in those things, okay? Any normal person, if they saw people trafficking people, conducting human experiments, or even large-scale abduction of women in their own territory, wouldn't they be so angry that they would want to kill them all?"

"But wouldn't killing those nobles make the city worse?"

"I don't know. Anyway, the news says the city is quite stable right now. But we can't go out, so we can't verify it."

So, it's still the city's news censor's sole authority, isn't it? Theresa nodded thoughtfully as she munched on her bread. Just then, she suddenly realized something and quickly looked down at the newspaper, trying to see if there was any information she was interested in.

"What's wrong? Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?"

Not only was Lily annoyed by Teresa's actions, but even Mas, who had finished his breakfast and was now drinking a coffee substitute made from roasted beans and lettuce with a bitter face, curiously came over.

“No, I just wanted to see if the city government had taken any money while purging the nobles…” Theresa chuckled dryly, “If so—then…”

......

Her unfinished sentence silenced all the Kuranta girls in the room. They all looked at Theresa in unison, and someone shouted, "Quickly tie her up!" Everyone immediately sprang into action, some grabbing ropes, others clinging to her legs—their coordination was impeccable.

"[Kasimir curse] What are you doing?! I haven't even sold you yet, and you're already in such a hurry to sell me?!" Theresa stuffed bread into her mouth, jumping off her chair in terror and backing away, looking at her companions, whom she once considered her sisters, with heartbreaking grief: "Don't you have any conscience?!"

"A guilty conscience requires a conscience," Mars grinned maliciously, having somehow managed to grab Theresa's leg. "And don't think I don't know where the hell you got the ingredients for those sleeping pills you were mixing last night?! And that disappointed look on your face just now?! You're trying to sell us all out today, aren't you?!"

"You're talking nonsense! You're spouting rubbish! Lily, hurry and help!"

Theresa's face flushed red. After finally managing to chew and swallow the bread in her mouth, she pinned her hopes on Lily, who was still sitting quietly eating her breakfast without joining the others in the commotion!

However, Lily's every move disappointed Theresa. The petite girl first casually placed her unfinished bread on a plate, then opened her clothes and took out something Theresa recognized—a packet of pre-mixed sleeping pills. Theresa had originally planned to use them on her best friends that morning to sell them off, but now they were being used against her?

She was truly innocent! If these people hadn't planned to sell her off first, would she have needed to do this? Who wouldn't want a peaceful life? Look at these wolfish sisters! If Theresa had been foolish enough to make no preparations, she would definitely have been sold to the Duke's mansion and thoroughly exploited!

“Theresa, don’t forget, ‘one is influenced by one’s company,’ and ‘birds of a feather flock together’ perfectly describes our situation. Sigh, you want to sell us out, so we’ll sell you out first—isn’t that perfectly reasonable?” Lily stared with deadpan eyes, tore open the packet of sleeping pills, sniffed the powder inside, and then subconsciously shuddered. “And the dosage is way too high! This isn’t a sleeping pill; it’s designed to put someone into a deep sleep that could last from a few weeks to several years…”

"—This is a misunderstanding!"

Bound like a mummy, Theresa's face was ashen, yet she still tried desperately to defend herself. She was a stark reminder of the ruthless, money-grubbing spies of Kazimierz, a former knight of war with the spirit of gold.

"I'm just doing this as a precaution—I...I...I'm planning to make sure I can sleep better in the future!"

"...Anyone with a normal butt wouldn't believe your nonsense. 'Will it be easier to sleep later?' Why don't you just say you plan to sleep forever as Sleeping Beauty and then we'll send you to the Duke's mansion in bed?" Mars, panting, pouted and wiped the sweat from her face with her sleeve. She sighed, "The sisters don't want this either—think about it, if you just fall asleep like this, what can we do? We'll still have to make the most of you, won't we?"

"Then tell me, what was the original purpose of your plan?!"

"We'll tie you up while you're conscious and send you there. Based on our observations, it seems that the patron prefers a more responsive and alert Theresa to a completely unresponsive, vegetative state."

"You're not human! You're not human at all?!"

Theresa is filled with regret, deep regret. She regrets that she fell asleep last night and regrets not putting the medicine in the water dispenser in the middle of the night.

Now what? She's already under control, what can we do now? Just watch them take me to that duke's mansion—wait a minute?

...

At that moment, Theresa suddenly recalled the scene from her dream yesterday with a strange expression... She swallowed hard, thinking, "No way, no way? Could that dream really come true?!"

She'd rather die than go through that! She absolutely doesn't want that worst-case scenario—the possibility of not even getting a marriage certificate!

Theresa began to struggle again, and just as Lily was about to mock her for giving up, saying that even the strongest Vay mortal couldn't break free from the ropes that bound her so tightly—suddenly, a sister who was enjoying the breeze by the window shouted, bringing everyone back to reality.

"The duke is here!! Quickly untie Theresa, we need to get her through!"

"...Huh? Wait a minute, where's the old woman? Just send her over—"