My wife is an immortal black snake.

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"Your Excellency Duke Kosiché..."

With this in mind, the guards began to explain to Duke Kosiché the purpose of their visit.

... .....

Meanwhile, also around 4 PM, the deep-sea hunters passed through the customs inspection of the Duchy of Kosichè, setting foot in an inland city for the first time in a true sense.

Leaving aside the younger generation who were curiously looking around at the city, two older Agorians were discussing something important.

“Although this city looks terrible, its vitality is slowly recovering…” Sonia, the leader of the Deep Sea Hunters, murmured as she led her companions toward a place where they could exchange currency for local currency. “And I can sense that the Puppeteer from the prophecy, the one who can save our people, is right here.”

"Really?"

“Really. But the atmosphere of this city is just too mixed... I can only sense that he has been here before.”

Sonia stopped in front of a building called the Lubyanka Grand Hotel. She could faintly sense the presence of the puppeteer who had once resided there. But then again, this grand hotel seemed to be catering to middle- and high-end clientele?

Sonia curiously observed the Kuranta girls emerging from the hotel, some exercising, others stretching. She recognized their race and knew they likely came from a landlocked country called Kazimir. But then again, why were all the residents here young and beautiful women?

Something's strange. Just as Sonia was about to lead the younger generation to find a place to exchange currency, a Kuranta girl walking out of the Lubyanka Grand Hotel caught her attention.

"Ugh... I'm so busy today. I still have to hand over duties later... Mars, I'm going out to buy some cake. You cover my shift."

'Theresa, buy me two baguettes. I heard they sell them at that Lille Tavern.'

'I remember that wasn't the Gauls' total...'

'It's perfectly normal for you to visit other people's homes, isn't it? It's settled then, I want a freshly baked baguette, that's it!'

She was a blonde, brown-eyed Kuranta girl—nothing special. That was what Sonia originally thought.

But when the puppeteer's aura emanated from the garrulous, listless girl who walked with a limp and clutched her bottom, Sonia froze for a long while...

“Sonia?” Rabbi was somewhat worried about her condition.

"No, it's nothing." Sonia shook her head, indicating that she was fine. "It's just that I seem to have discovered someone connected to that person."

“Is it that one?” Rabi glanced at the Kuranta girl Sonia was looking at, and after noticing that the girl, other Kurantas, and even passersby on the street were staring at them, she looked away. “And we have to go. Our attire is too unusual in this city.”

"Yes, that's her. I've made a note of her. Now, let's go."

...

The deep-sea hunters left silently. But even after they left, the Kuranta people, who were particularly sensitive to such clandestine gazes, still noticed the arrival of these uninvited guests.

Theresa thought to herself that she was now a resident of this territory, and even if she was lazy and didn't do her job, she should still show some value, right? The value of the forged evidence and the secret search she had conducted not long ago wasn't that high, but she wondered if her and her sisters' value would be higher if they included those.

"Heh... Unfamiliar outsiders, no racial characteristics, all carrying menacing weapons... and quite a few of them have shown curiosity about the mobile city?"

Theresa grimaced and muttered to herself, clutching her bottom. The lingering pain from when the Duke, her sugar daddy, slapped her still made her walk with a limp...

However, now that a potentially worthwhile target for the bounty has appeared, Theresa no longer finds the phantom pain in her buttocks to be worth mentioning—the question now is, what kind of organization is that group? What are they doing in the Duchy of Koschche?

Theresa's eyes darted around, and after a while, she signaled to her sisters to go and follow the strangely dressed guys. Then she took out her communicator and told Mars, who was staying at headquarters, to prepare to monitor communications.

"I still need to tell the boss... Sigh, it's just a few falsified accounts, is it really necessary to punish them so severely..."

Theresa stretched lazily, watched her sisters carry out their work, and then left first.

[Event: Deep Sea Hunter]

A ten-person squad of deep-sea hunters arrives in the Dukedom of Koschche, searching for something vital to their species.

Be careful, every Deepsea Hunter is a true monster of the land—but Deepsea Hunters cannot shed blood on land unless absolutely necessary. It's taboo for them, perhaps because their blood will attract some trouble... In any case, you can use this to your advantage, perhaps in exchange for some benefits.

Friendly reminder: A certain app on your phone that you can't uninstall might surprise you.

'This is the second time! Is it a shock or a pleasant surprise?'

As Yang Hao listened with utter boredom to Kosic's negotiations with the Emperor's inner guards, a new event popped up in front of him.

Is this truly a troublesome spring? He sighed inwardly, watching the events unfold with a sense of helplessness for a while, his mind preoccupied with wanting to end the negotiations with the guards as quickly as possible.

The negotiations have now reached the final stage... Let's hope nothing unexpected happens.

"We will handle the matter concerning Duke Nikolai. Thank you for lending us the prisoner for interrogation."

"It's what we should do."

"In addition, we will report your husband's achievements to His Highness. We will take our leave now."

"..."

It seems to have ended as expected.

But why does Kosichek look so bad?

Looking at Koschei, whose expression subtly revealed displeasure, Yang Hao felt that the problem might lie in the fact that his achievements would be truthfully reported to the Ursus Emperor, thus attracting unnecessary attention.

Chapter 147

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how to say?

In this turbulent spring, my wife is inexplicably irritable, the Ursus Emperor is paying strange attention to me, and a group of nobles and merchants are purged for their rebellion. Meanwhile, have all those deep-sea hunters come to this city?

Yang Hao felt like his head was spinning... but after finishing up with the internal security matter, his mood improved considerably.

So he decided to ask his good wife what was going on—why she looked so agitated, something Yang Hao had never seen since arriving in the Duchy of Koschche.

"Koschke? So why are you so agitated?"

He asked directly. While having dinner in the courtyard, he asked Kosicé directly.

Faced with Yang Hao's question, Koschke, sitting on the bench, simply frowned, slightly annoyed, spread some jam on her bread, took a small bite, and sighed.

"How can I not be annoyed? Darling, if someone were eyeing your treasure right now, would you still give them a friendly look?"

"Huh? It depends on who it is. If it were you, I definitely wouldn't care." Yang Hao scratched his head, realizing that was the reason.

“But the problem is, the one eyeing my most precious existence isn’t you.” Kosicie rolled her eyes, stuffed the half-eaten bread into Yang Hao’s mouth, and then sighed.

This was indeed a difficult situation for Koschei: her serpent scales had told her that His Majesty the Emperor of Ursus had some kind of interest in her husband. At first, Koschei, who was only slightly worried, exclaimed "Impossible!", but after the arrival of the Imperial Guards today, the impossible had actually come true.

And not only did it actually happen, but it also left her no room for complacency—this esteemed emperor was really going to steal her man, what should she do?

On one side is the husband she finally found, the one with whom she could spend her life in love. On the other side is the Empress of Ursus, whom she loves—that Empress is practically the embodiment of Ursus herself; she is powerful, a skilled warrior, and truly capable of making Ursus even stronger. If it weren't for this economic crisis, she could definitely have expanded Ursus's territory even further.

But now? She has to choose between the two? While Koschke will undoubtedly choose her husband—both out of personal affection and a rational assessment of their mutual worth—the problem is, unless one is desperate, who wouldn't want both?

This is where Kosichrie's dilemma lies. She wants both, but the problem is... in the end, she might really have to choose one.

unless...

"Oh, Koschche, you don't need to think about such terrible things."

Just as Koschei's thoughts were spiraling into a strange descent, she suddenly felt a pair of hands slip under her armpits from behind. Startled, Koschei let out a gasp like any normal aristocratic young lady, and realized that Yang Hao had picked her up and placed her on his lap.

“Next time you do that, remember to remind me. You scared me just now,” Kosiche complained, but thanks to her husband’s actions, she felt a little better.

"Haha, I'll definitely do it next time." Yang Hao simply chuckled at Koschei's complaints in his arms. He wrapped his arms around his wife, and while enjoying feeding Koschei, he roughly understood what Koschei was really worried about—the treasure being stolen. "But you don't need to worry. You see, I basically never leave the city. I just stay at home. Even if the Imperial Guards wanted to kidnap me, it wouldn't do any good, right?"

“…Heh, that's true, but the problem is, you can't stay home forever, can you?” Kosichie felt a warmth in her heart, but still rolled her eyes and took a bite of his caviar bread. She chewed the bread, making indistinct sounds. “And…and—your method of immortality dictates that you must personally go to certain places. The coast? The various cities of Ursus? Or other places? Heh, things the Serpent Scales can't accomplish, you have to do yourself.”

"We'll see when the time comes. Sigh, there's no use worrying about those things now, is there?"

Yang Hao was quite clear about what Koschei was worried about. Perhaps it was the time spent together that had given him a better understanding of Koschei? If Koschei's third most precious possession was her territory, and her second most precious possession was her maid and heir, then her most precious possession was himself.

This wasn't because Yang Hao was shameless, but because he was self-aware. Through his work over this period, he had proven his abilities and understood the terrifying impact his abilities would have on the international stage—if his abilities were made public, all countries, including Ursus, would probably wish he were dead or would try to take him under their control.

Kosiché has already secured what he has, so from a purely self-interested perspective, he is undoubtedly the most valuable asset within the Duchy of Kosiché, without exception.

Not to mention, he and Koschche were perfectly in love. While one was thinking about how to butcher a pig with a knife, the other was thinking about how to make the pig jump into the meat grinder willingly. An old woman who had lived for over a thousand years had finally found a husband with whom she could live a long and loving life and fight side by side. They were husband and wife, comrades-in-arms, not only confidants but also partners in interests and destiny. Emotionally, he could only be Koschche's most precious possession, without exception.

Both rationally and emotionally, he considers himself the most important person. If that's the case, then Yang Hao is helpless if he's not even the most precious treasure in her heart.

"...That's true."

Faced with her husband's advice, Kosichelle sighed, thinking that what he said seemed to make sense—so what if she was worried about the future a decade or two from now? Worrying now would only increase the pressure between the couple, and all they could do was proceed with their plan step by step.

So let's leave it at that. In order not to make him feel bad too, I need to change myself.

Feeling better again, Kosicchi gestured for Monica to bring some drinks, then leaned against her husband's chest, closed her eyes, and began to rest peacefully.

Chapter 148

...

That night.

While Margarita nervously looked at the communicator in her room, Mr. Northam accompanied her as she prepared for the communications that would begin today or tomorrow.

Just this afternoon, after finishing her meditation last night, Margarita excitedly returned to Mr. Northon's house, took out some banknotes, and wrote a letter to Yang Hao.

But when it came time to actually start writing, Margarita was dumbfounded: although she had a thousand words she wanted to tell Yang Hao, and countless grievances about Duke Koschche that monster she wanted to secretly express to Yang Hao, how should she write them down?

This truly exemplifies the saying "the bystander sees more of the game than the player." Just like those virgins who have countless dating tips learned from dating simulation games, but when actually given a girl, they can only stand there dumbfounded, Margarita has many ideas, but doesn't know how to put them into words.

"...Ugh."

While Mr. Northon was looking after Margarita out of concern for her condition, he grumbled, "Isn't it a bit too difficult to ask a child who hasn't even been weaned and has less than five years of social experience to write love poems?" and sighed, indicating that he was willing to help.

"teacher..."

"First, like this..."

Mr. Northumbers guided Margarita through writing one of the letter's opening formats. After she finished writing the opening, Mr. Northumbers remarked that this might be their only exchange in decades, and that if she wanted to secure her place in his heart, she should write down her thoughts.

But Margarita knew nothing of this—this still-naive and immature girl simply blinked dryly, trying to say something, but in the end, she could only manage to utter a weak, barely audible sentence:

"But teacher... I already made it clear what I wanted to say before we parted ways..."

"Then write it again, and then write down what you're thinking right now. Finally, be sure to remind him of how much you miss him, understand? Oh—and also, write this down, so he won't forget you. Hmm…let me see—good, this outline is good. If nothing unexpected happens, I reckon that gentleman will never forget you, he should."

Although he was also a Blood Demon who had been single for over 600 years, how could Mr. Northon's knowledge base be compared to that of Margarita, who was still a baby?

She has read all sorts of romance novels, social sitcoms, and even soap operas for 600 years. She has witnessed the young couple downstairs break up and get back together, and the bizarre event of her neighbor getting married 7 times and divorced 8 times in one year.

She believed she had a thorough understanding of matters of love between men and women and had seen it all—so, this Miss Northam, who hadn't considered the important life question of "why I'm still single after all this," naturally imparted this knowledge to Margarita, making her practically Margarita's second mother!

Incidentally, Margarita's birth mother's parenting style was one of the main culprits that caused Margarita to miss out on Yang Hao. Although she didn't do anything wrong at the time... but, wouldn't you say? If Margarita were to look back at the gate now, she would probably see her mother's ghost covering her face, leaning on her father's ghost's shoulder, on the verge of tears, right?

"Is this all you need?"

As Mr. Northum spoke calmly, Margarita blinked and slowly wrote. In no time, she had filled an A4-sized sheet of paper made of some kind of animal hide with words, and her pen was almost out of ink. If she continued writing, Margarita might have to use her own blood as ink.

"Let me see..."

Mr. Northon nodded in satisfaction after a careful examination. Although Margarita's letter wasn't perfect, it was usable for now.

"It's fine. But wait a moment before sending it out. I'll send this letter along with it—don't worry, it's just to briefly mention that you're studying with me now, so he doesn't need to worry too much."

"Huh? Yes..."

Margarita folded her letter three times, then Mr. Northon's letter three times as well, and stuffed them both into an envelope before they went to find the Ursus messenger.

After delivering the letter along with some local specialties (such as very rare fossil ornaments) to the Ursus messenger, the two blood demons received this message:

"Lord Kosiché will contact you tonight via that communicator." The messenger had a somewhat strange expression on his face. "If nothing unexpected happens, he should."

"Yes?"

"Please prepare yourself..."

...

The messenger then packed his things and prepared to leave, leaving a bewildered Margarita and a serious-looking Mr. Northon standing there, unsure of what to do.

......

It is now the night of April 5th.

Margarita waited anxiously for the communication to arrive.

Mr. Norsen stared intently at the small communicator, sensing that some strange Originium Arts were at work within it.

And when the clock on the wall pointed to 10:40 p.m.

"Jingle Bell!"

"Huh?!"