My wife is an immortal black snake.

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I'm sorry, Margarita...

Mr. Yang Hao felt guilty towards Margarita. However, he also knew that his reputation as a scumbag was already established, but at the very least, he would take responsibility.

Chapter 180

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The following period was a time of both danger and peace.

During dinner, Margarita stayed close to Yang Hao, sniffing the strange smell on him.

Although Karina was curious about Margarita's actions, she didn't know if it was because Margarita had told Karina something, but she kept looking at Yang Hao, or perhaps at Ms. Norson, and even the way she moved her knife and fork slowed down considerably.

Although Ms. Northumbers drank the blood calmly, a closer look revealed what appeared to be a few specks of white mixed in...

What about Mr. Yang Hao?

"...chew, chew, chew."

He ate while answering Margarita's various questions. He noticed a significant change in Margarita today; normally, she wouldn't have made so many attempts to [invite him]... Um, Margarita...

Did you actually discover it?

Mr. Yang Hao was sweating profusely, while the innocent little bat...

She didn't really find anything—she was just trying to change her obedient personality...and incidentally, she was also trying to find the source of the strange smell on Yang Hao, right?

Sniff, sniff.

Although the delicious aroma of the food somewhat interfered with Margarita's sense of smell, the diligent little bat still realized that the strange smell emanating from Yang Hao was most concentrated in his lower abdomen and his thighs.

Although Margarita certainly wouldn't dare to lean in and sniff in public... she still keenly noticed that, for some reason, the teacher's scent was particularly strong in those two places...

"Well..."

"Margarita?"

"No, it's nothing... It's just that Yang Hao has been very busy these past few days."

Tomorrow is not busy.

"Oh..."

What on earth is going on? Didn't the teacher say that even close couples shouldn't look at each other in that kind of place... let alone touch each other?

so...

teacher?!

The little bat used what her teacher had taught her to realize something was wrong.

Meanwhile, ignoring Margarita's restless movements beside him, Mr. Yang Hao was lost in thought, wondering why Monica hadn't returned yet...

Considering the time frame, she shouldn't have much to do once she gets home, right? Why isn't she home yet? Did something happen at home?

Amidst a sudden, inexplicable sense of unease... Yang Hao and the others who remained on the landship finished a rather unsettling meal.

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

At 10 o'clock in the evening.

Before taking a shower and going to bed, Yang Hao, as usual, said goodbye to Ms. Norson and Margarita, who had been lingering in his room until now and were preparing to go back to rest. Their usual "Goodnight" took on a different meaning at this moment, especially after Ms. Norson gave Mr. Yang Hao a suggestive wink.

This old blood demon, who hadn't tasted a man in hundreds of years since birth, seemed to have become obsessed with the feeling of "studying" with Yang Hao. Although they only came once due to time and work constraints, that one time was enough for the old blood demon to taste the sweetness.

She's gone beyond just sucking blood; she's even planning to steal milk from Yang Hao's wives—sigh! Although Yang Hao doesn't seem to have the right to say anything, what can he do now that she's already done it? He can't just abandon her like that...

...So, faced with Ms. Northumbria's suggestive glance, he simply smiled nervously. Then, feeling guilty, he touched Margarita, who had been watching them both.

...

After the two bats left, Miss Karina silently closed the door, then sighed to Mr. Yang Hao:

“Mr. Yang Hao? Um... Miss Margarita told me some troubling things before, like how the scent of you on Ms. Norsen is getting stronger and stronger... Um, could you perhaps tone it down a little?”

"Ah, this...Kelina..."

Karina wasn't Margarita; she knew many things and naturally understood what the "scent fusion" between Yang Hao and Ms. Norson truly meant. She could only look at her master with utter helplessness. Although she was envious, she was currently too busy with work to be intimate with Mr. Yang Hao anytime soon.

So, faced with Mr. Yang Hao's nervousness, Miss Karina simply sighed. She stepped forward and hugged Yang Hao, then, after taking a deep breath on his skin, she strangely took a step back.

"However, I personally can't smell that scent... Perhaps it's because Miss Margarita has a very keen sense of smell? Mr. Yang Hao... sigh, I don't even know what to say to you. It's true that it must be hard for you to be away from Miss Sonia and Miss Theresa... but can't you consider me?"

"Kelina..."

"It's not that I don't want to..." she muttered, her face flushed, "It's just that I've been too busy lately... Really, even a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, there's a limit... So Mr. Yang Hao, after I finish work, remember... to spend some time with me, okay?"

She immediately made an appointment with Yang Hao after she finished her work. Then, this seemingly aloof and serious noblewoman fled as if her life depended on it... As she ran away, Yang Hao was still standing there dumbfounded, thinking to himself, "Wasn't this an invitation I, as a man, took the initiative to extend?" He watched Karina's figure disappear down the corridor and gave a helpless smile.

...

He closed his bedroom door and went into the bathroom for a long, refreshing bath. After his bath, the man, still savoring Ms. Northumbery's allure and muttering to himself, "Her dress was so beautiful," sat down on his bed. He was once again wondering if something had happened to Monica at home. Just as he was about to take out his phone to ask what was going on—the elusive head maid appeared.

Yang Hao was startled when she appeared. Not only because of the unusual fatigue on her face, but also because she was carrying a large stack of things.

"Monica?! What's this?"

"...Lord Yang Hao, these are all documents you need to review...some documents concerning the Yan people." She said with a grim expression, then placed the pile of documents on the table. "Besides that, there's more bad news..."

"bad news?"

"...Please take a look."

Under Yang Hao's bewildered gaze... Head Maid Monica took an invitation with his name on it from her apron pocket. It was an invitation brimming with the distinctive features of Yan Kingdom.

Chapter 181

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In the morning of December 14th.

The tour group from Ursus has arrived.

They looked serious, each holding a military knife, and if you looked closely, you could even see that many of them had carrying equipment with several expensive combat tools strapped to their waists.

These heavily armed Ursus people included...military personnel. There were also "secret agents" from Saint-Germain, and quite a few were even Templar Knights from the Dukedom of Kosichear who happened to be on vacation. Although they were fully armed, equipped with all the necessary weapons and armor, and even brought a landship—they were truly "tourists" on holiday.

Not only that, but these "tourists" were also followed by a large group of "traveling merchants" from Ursus. These caravans brought necessities and consumer goods that the Kazdel people desperately needed. Although the cans were covered with the markings of the Ursus military factory, there was no rule saying that civilian merchants couldn't sell military-grade goods, was there?

Whether people from other countries believed it or not, the people of Kazdel, Ursus, and Yan all believed it. So even though the Victorians, Colombians, and Letanians issued public condemnations internationally, the tourists still had no intention of leaving.

After arriving at the edge of Kazdel, these tourist groups neither explored Kazdel extensively nor caused trouble for other foreign tourists who might harm the people of Kazdel. Their respective tour guides went aboard Yang Hao's landship, intending to pay their respects to this esteemed figure before their vacation began.

What do we need to do?

Mr. Napoleon, the head of the Knights Templar tour group, stroked his beard and asked his humbly and loyally questioning his worried-looking master.

Beside him, the Emperor's tour group—I mean, the Emperor's inner guards, Paul of the last remaining Serpent Scales tour group sent by Kosiché, and the generals of the Ursus regular army tour group—were all looking at this gloomy-faced lord with humble and loyal expressions.

When asked by domestic tourists, Lord Yang Hao simply waved his hand and said that without any mission or need for vigilance, the purpose of your visit is simply to have a vacation.

"Anyway, we're all here under the guise of 'tourism.' Let's not make any rash moves until we find something on the tourists in Victoria, Colombia, and Letania. Let the soldiers... and tourists relax today. We have a tough battle to fight tomorrow. Meeting adjourned."

"Yes!"

Although they were baffled by the King's orders, the tourists obediently accepted them. Thus, these tourists from all over Ursus began their fully armed journey through the streets and alleys of Kazdel, carrying Ursus-made currency or pure gold. While enjoying themselves with the people, they didn't forget their mission: to ensure the King's safety, maintain order in Kazdel, and search for any suspicious individuals.

Of course, it wasn't just the tourists who were working hard. The land-based ships that had accompanied the tourists and the civilian merchant caravans were also working diligently.

The caravans bore the crucial responsibility of supporting the rise of commerce and the people of Kazdel. They were obligated to deliver all the goods they brought directly to Kazdel, regardless of the method. They had to do this because Lord Koschke and Her Majesty Ekaterina had already seen through Yang Hao's plan: "If you intend to make Kazdel our shield, at least let them fatten up like pigs, right?"

So, after silently reciting the mission they had accepted, the Ursus [civilian] caravans began to engage in a [cheap] transaction with the local merchants of Kazdel, which could hardly be called a [trade] anymore—I heard that this soil of your Kazdel fellow countrymen is quite valuable, how about this, you give me some Originium ore, and I'll give you a cartload of consumer goods, how about it?

If the merchants of Kazdel look bewildered and at a loss, these carefully disguised merchants will try to ingratiate themselves: "From now on, Kazdel and Ursus are one family! But we're not comfortable openly supporting you right now... so how about this: you give us anything, and we'll exchange those resources for you. This way, Kazdel's commerce can prosper again, and we can better present ourselves internationally. If you agree, it's a deal, how about it?"

...

At this time, some well-connected Kazdel merchants sought help from the court. But when they returned from the front desk of the Umbrella Security Company, they just shook their heads mysteriously, muttering, "From now on, Kazdel and Ursus are like brothers, we're just younger in rank," while happily trading a handful of dirt with Ursus merchants for a cartload of consumer goods and necessities.

Seeing this, the other merchants knew this wouldn't do! So they quickly came over to trade with the Ursus. Under the stunned gazes of intelligence personnel from other countries, the Ursus brazenly supplied the Kazdel with enough provisions—enough to make a small nation rise—through the [Trade of Soil].

Although no one except the Ursus people knew that this shipment was actually "frozen goods" stored for over 20 years before the economic crisis, the Kazdel people were overjoyed and began singing praises of a certain nobleman, while the Demon-Hating Faction was furious but didn't know what to do. The neighboring countries were dumbfounded but dared not interfere with this "reasonable" transaction at the same time, risking war with both Kazimir and Ursus... So, that's how it is.

...The exchanges among merchants are thriving, but what about those on the land-based ships?

To be honest, when the land-based ships from the Duchy of Kosiché arrived, their only purpose was to provide support, offer firepower, and provide Mr. Yang Hao with a safer and more comfortable place to stay. They had no other purpose...

But—Lord Yang Hao thought, since you're already here, why not just build a permanent military base here? Perfect timing! Ms. Therese and I are planning to negotiate a military base establishment agreement so that the martial-minded Ursus and Sarkaz can exchange military experience. They don't have much engineering capacity, and your landships are packed with necessary building materials…

Besides, you're just idling around anyway. Even if you go to Kazdel for a vacation, you won't know what to buy. The goods there are so plentiful that the soldiers have already bought them for you in case you can't handle them all. So, take this opportunity to help me build a military base here!

I don't need the military base to be very big, just big enough to house five or six thousand people.

"But, Your Highness—we haven't been granted this permission domestically! And there are international diplomatic issues..."

The head of the land-based ship's engineering department was dumbfounded. He looked at the frowning Duke, then at the head maid standing behind him, and finally at Miss Karina working beside Lord Yang Hao, and the two Blood Demon ladies who seemed to have just returned from outside and were preparing a report. He really couldn't understand what this Duke was trying to do.

Faced with the head of the organization's trembling questions, Lord Yang Hao merely managed a forced smile:

"Domestic matters are none of your concern. International matters are none of your concern either. I'll just ask one question: how long would it take to build a standard military base that can accommodate 5 people? I mean, a fixed one on the ground."

"Ah, yes! If it were a base permanently stationed on the ground, we could complete all the construction within a month. But the problem is, these fixed-ground bases are very vulnerable to natural disasters..."

"Then let's build a few in areas where natural disasters are not frequent, equipped with underground shelters and complete emergency evacuation routes... That's it. I'll check the news back home and here for you now, so you can start preparing."

"Yes!"

...

The head of the engineering department has left; this afternoon he will go to prepare various tools for building the military base.

And it was only after he left... that Mr. Yang Hao, under the gaze of all the women, sighed heavily and gestured with his fingers in a troubled manner:

“First, I need Monica to go and confirm with Kosichev and Her Majesty Ekaterina... Um, could you please say hello to them for me when you go? Especially Kosichev…”

"Why is the focus on Lord Koschche?"

"..."

"Yes, I understand."

Monica nodded and then left.

Then, Lord Yang Hao added with a wry smile:

"After resolving matters at home, I still need to attend a meeting with Ms. Therese and Her Highness Theresa... and if nothing unexpected happens, this meeting will be quite troublesome... Karina, you'll come with me to discuss some important agreements that I simply cannot attend in person. Also, can Margarita and Ms. Northon protect me during the meeting?"

"Hmm? I'm fine with it~"

Margarita nodded happily, pleased that she could be of help.

"Row."

Ms. Norsen merely nodded subtly, then gently brushed her white hair aside and gave Yang Hao a suggestive look.

Miss Karina didn't say anything. She just looked suspiciously at Ms. Northon, who was inadvertently striking a seductive pose, and then said, "If there's no problem, I can also report my results to you tonight, okay?"

"Then report back to me about those archaeological findings when you get back tonight... Sigh. Today was really busy."

"This is still work, no matter what! So Mr. Yang Hao, please don't even think about slacking off, okay?"

"Kelina, you're so strict... Sigh, but I know I can't slack off on these things. But I'm more worried about things in Yan..."

"Yan Kingdom? Ah... I understand."

This morning, Karina heard some shocking news from Yang Hao: a handwritten letter from the current Emperor of Yan.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should receive this invitation after returning to China; it's a great gift from Yan Country.

The specific details are a bit complicated, but if we get straight to the point, there are really only a few key messages:

1. The current Emperor of Yan Kingdom apologizes to Princess Wei Qing for the trouble she caused and is willing to provide compensation in addition to her dowry.

2. However, considering that my daughter—Princess Wei Qing—is a citizen of Yan, Yan also hopes to grant her husband a Yan title.

3. Considering that Wu Yan would later become in-laws, he hoped that Yang Hao could hold the wedding in Yan Kingdom and build a private mansion somewhere in Yan Kingdom...

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This is fucking wrong no matter how you look at it.

Everything seemed like a pie falling from the sky—the kind that's covered in honey.