My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Yang Hao turned off his phone in a daze, wondering if married men are really that charming.

It's so weird.

Chapter 20

While Yang Hao was busy with his work.

Margarita was also wandering around the greatly changed city of Kazdel with her teacher.

"Teacher—what is that Umbrella Security Company?"

"I don't know either... This change is too much, isn't it? I remember there weren't any companies or anything like that here when I last came here?"

"...Teacher, let me ask you something first, when were you last here...?"

"Three hundred years ago."

"..."

For Margarita, everything in Kazdel was something she had never seen before.

Whether it was the bustling Sarkaz people, the infected everywhere, or even the statues and altars filled with the ancient Sarkaz traditions—these were all things Margarita had never seen before.

She had never seen so many Sarkaz people before! So she was very excited, because there were so many things here that she had never seen before, so naturally, she could only ask her teacher.

But then again...

Ms. Norson also has many things she's never seen before.

She was completely bewildered as she stared at the towering Umbrella Security Company building that had somehow appeared in the heart of Kazdel. After all, if she remembered correctly, wasn't that building originally the private property of the Kazdel royal family?

Why has this thing now become the property of a capitalist company?

When did Kazdel change from a monarchical parliamentary system to its current capitalist system? Can someone tell me what happened?

Ms. Northumber was stunned, but that was that. Margarita, on the other hand, was still very excited.

She dragged her teacher around, occasionally stopping at nearby vendors to buy some strange-looking snacks to fill their mouths, and sometimes going to the nearby market to see what good things were available.

During this time, both Margarita and Northrend noticed that, for some reason, a large number of goods brought from Ursus were now circulating within Kazdel...

"Has someone recently raided an Ursus caravan?" Lady Northrend looked at the goods laid out on the yellow cloth by the merchants, completely bewildered. They were indeed Ursus-made consumer goods, civilian products with a distinct Ursus style. "That shouldn't be... Who would have the audacity to raid an Ursus caravan? They're tough guys, their commercial landships are even armed with several naval cannons..."

"Hmm? Teacher, do the people of Kazdel often plunder caravans?"

“I suppose so, but we usually like to steal from those 'light bulb people',” Ms. Northumberon shrugged, picking up a box of sanitary napkins from the floor. She frowned, looking at the label, and finally muttered under her breath, “This is… a product of the Duchy of Koschche? Hmm… Margarita?”

"Ugh?"

"I remember your Yang Hao went to the Duchy of Kosiché, didn't he?"

"Huh? Yes, that's how it is..."

Seeing Margarita's flustered and bewildered expression after Mr. Yang Hao was mentioned, Ms. Norson sighed, knowing that she could only get information from the businessman in front of her.

"...Boss, can you tell us where these goods came from?"

In response to Norsen's question, the merchant simply nodded:

"These are goods that the Regent acquired from the Duchy of Kosiché by exchanging mercenaries after he established a security company here. There are more new goods over there, but I'm almost sold out here, so the quantity is a bit small."

"...That company is the Regent's private property."

“Yes, we haven’t heard that His Majesty has gotten involved in that company. Moreover, after the Regent’s recent activities in Ursus, our living conditions here have improved a lot. First, there was the employment contract with the Duke of Kosichear, and now there’s the commercial contract signed with the Ursus Empire. In addition, the Regent’s construction in Kazdel means that at least we don’t have to worry about our lives getting worse.”

"...I see. So, how much does this box of tissues cost?"

"This number."

Ms. Norson nodded thoughtfully as she bought the box of sanitary napkins, just in case, thinking to herself that she seemed to have received some incredible news.

Does the current regent have any connection with the Duchy of Kosiché...? And did the regent achieve his goals only after he went to the Duchy of Kosiché?

And, through their relationship, did the Regent also successfully secure a commercial contract with the Ursus Empire? No, something's definitely not right...

Would the Duke of Kosiché really accept a contract from a regent who is in a weak position? Wouldn't this just kick her out along with the contracts she already holds?

And why would the Ursus Empire sign a commercial contract with Kazdel? What's the point of signing a commercial contract here? Nothing!

If we had to pinpoint the only thing that could be considered normal, it would be the practice of trading mercenaries for resources... but...?

Why do I always feel so strange?

Ms. Norson frowned, and just then, an idea suddenly popped into her head: it was indeed impossible according to the old black snake's idea, but what if it was the man's idea?

"...Margarita, may I ask first, is Mr. Yang Hao the kind of person who often has strange ideas popping into his head?"

"Hmm? Hmm—yes, that's how it is... But every time he has those kinds of thoughts, it makes life better, right? Is there a problem?"

"No, I just felt that this would explain it."

Oh right! How come I didn't think of that?!

If that man could really tame that thousand-year-old black snake, then it would be only natural that this kind of thing would happen!

Although the reason why the Ursus Empire would be willing to sign a commercial contract with Kazdel seems particularly absurd, at least the signing of the contract by the Duke of Koschche explains it, and that's enough.

Surely that man couldn't have actually slept with the current Ursus emperor, could he? With this ridiculous thought in mind, Ms. Northum stretched and decided to take Margarita to that company this afternoon to try her luck.

Perfect timing, Margarita needs to get some experience on the battlefield... Hopefully, once she gets there, there will be a chance to find a safe battlefield to guide Margarita and show her what Blood Demon's war techniques are all about.

And instructing her on how to distinguish between enemy and comrade on a blood-soaked battlefield.

... .....

Meanwhile, having finished his work, all that was left was to wait for the results. Yang Hao fled the meeting room under the deadpan gazes of the three women, using the excuse that he had to go to work, and headed towards the Creed office where Theresa was.

And it was after Yang Hao escaped that Kosiché thought to himself with a dark expression: This Ms. Therese really has designs on my husband too, she actually took the initiative to contact him, is this really not an April Fool's joke?

The sharp-eyed Black Snake noticed it immediately: when Ms. Therese called, the corner of the screen was the familiar chat window of the [Marriage Agency App]—Koschei recognized it! She remembered everything about her husband perfectly, including all the details she'd noticed during their video chats...

and so--

Do you even want your business contracts as regent anymore?!

Her lips twitched, and for the moment, that was all she could think—after all, it was a result her husband had worked so hard to achieve, and she could only say it... *sob*

I'm so unwilling...

The immortal black snake bit its lip and then left. His Majesty the Emperor, watching the departing figure of the sullen-faced kitten with curiosity, asked the head maid, Monica, who was standing nearby:

"Head Maid of Koschie—I'd like to ask, has this immortal become like this ever since that man came?"

Her curious question made Monica fall silent, and then she gave an affirmative answer:

"Yes. Since Lord Yang Hao came, Lord Kosiché, who was immersed in love, has changed a lot."

"Love is both poison and medicine. Sigh, if my grandfather knew that the once extremely cunning and treacherous immortal had become like a lovestruck young girl, his eyes would probably pop out of his head."

"...Perhaps."

"—Then I'll head back now. Head maid, could you please bring me a hot drink later? I don't want anything to happen to my unborn heir... That's all."

Her Majesty the Emperor also left the reception room, but her fearless demeanor still left Monica feeling extremely helpless—the reason why Lord Koschek has changed so much is largely due to this.

Ugh!

Lord Kosich, Lord Kosich, you were the one who told Mr. Yang Hao back then that it wouldn't matter if you adopted a child—but the problem is... why are you now so fixated on having your own child?

Love really is poison. Sigh.

Head Maid Monica shook her head, tidied up the things in the drawing room briefly, and then lightly touched her lower lip with her finger:

"But considering the timing... if you go out now, will you run into Miss Karina?"

Hopefully nothing unexpected happens to them.

She shook her head and went back to her work.

...

And just as Monica was looking forward to it, Yang Hao actually bumped into Miss Karina.

She seemed to be deep in thought, holding her staff, standing in the courtyard intently watching Ms. Sonia playing with Hela not far away.

She was startled when Yang Hao arrived. A small scream and the ensuing panic led her to voice her dissatisfaction with him:

"Mr. Yang Hao?! Please let me know before you come next time..."

She didn't seem angry that Yang Hao had come to scare her, but rather that he hadn't told her he was coming. However, Yang Hao had only stopped by on his way, since this was the intersection he often took to catch his bus from home.

But Yang Hao wasn't the type to be overly concerned with saving face. So after briefly expressing his apologies, he curiously asked Karina what she was doing.

"Well, I'm just practicing my Originium Arts. Its usage is a bit special. If I want Lord Koschche to be able to get the hang of it as soon as possible when he inherits [my] skills, I should practice as much as possible."

"...What does 'special' mean?"

"Look."

Karina nodded and raised her staff again. After a moment, to Yang Hao's astonishment, Karina used her Originium Arts to create a burst of ice flowers on the ground.

This seems to be an Originium Arts technique related to freezing? Just as Yang Hao was pondering this, the ice flowers created by Miss Karina disappeared without a trace.

Yang Hao keenly sensed that the place seemed to have lost the concept of "temperature"...

"My Originium Arts... are innate. But I don't understand its essence. I only vaguely know that I can make a cold place as hot as magma, and a hot place as cold as an ice field... and then after a few seconds, that area will lose all its temperature. Doesn't that sound useless? But that's the only thing I can be proud of, so all I can do is keep improving my Originium Arts. Although I still don't understand what it's for."

"...You can't say that."

Yang Hao swallowed hard. He could see the immense value that Miss Karina's Originium Arts held for future industrialization!

The question is—what is the biggest problem for industrialized cities, and for those massive, high-tech products of the future?

Heat dissipation.

All industrialized things generate heat, and how to utilize that heat, or more simply, how to dissipate that heat, will be a major challenge for the future.

Just like with graphics cards and CPUs back in the day—try running an AAA game on an i9 processor without any cooling. Maybe it can run for two or three seconds, but after that, the CPU burns out, and your thousands of RMB disappear without a trace. Is it really worth it?

And Miss Karina's Originium Arts, which can render certain areas devoid of temperature, will have countless applications in that future. On a small scale, it could prevent the CPU of an electronic product from burning out due to overheating; on a larger scale, Yang Hao might even be able to use her Originium Arts to allow certain fragile drone units to pass through lava fields without being burned by the high temperatures—that's how valuable her Originium Arts are!

She was just born in the wrong era... and why did she have to be Koschche's successor?

He sighed, and under Karina's somewhat surprised gaze, he reached out and affectionately touched her ear.

Chapter 21

After telling Miss Karina that "her Originium Arts are very useful, but her timing is bad," Yang Hao stood with her, watching Hela and Sonia still playing around in the distance. They chatted briefly about the upcoming work arrangements, and when Karina learned that Lord Koschei hadn't been in a good mood lately, she blinked, clearly a little nervous.

"Lord Koschche, is it because of me—"

"No, it's not because of you, but because of what happened in Kazimierz. Sigh, it's true, the knights in Kazimierz are just so concerned about their reputation, I can't stand it anymore."

"I see..."

Karina breathed a sigh of relief. She continued to gaze at the small, living doll not far away, for a moment...

"Excuse me, Mr. Yang Hao? What about that child named Hela...?"

“Yes, she is indeed my child. It’s just that her condition is a bit special…” Yang Hao explained somewhat helplessly. Considering that Karina was also the future body of Koschie, Yang Hao didn’t want to hide anything from this girl who didn’t have much time left. “…She is a [doll].

"...[A doll?]"

"Yes, she's a doll. She's man-made... and she's not perfect yet. And what I, as her father, need to do next is to raise her into a good child."

“...I understand.” Karina quickly grasped what was going on.

Although her mind was still filled with countless questions, the noblewoman, who knew exactly what to do and when to do it, simply smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

She was imagining the future, wondering what it would be like if Lord Kosiché really had a child with this gentleman.

Will it leave Lord Koschei bewildered? Or will it turn Lord Koschei into a completely different person... into a mother hen who cares about her child no matter what she does?

...She was envious. But she knew there were things she couldn't overcome...she just needed to be a good puppet for the coming days.

"Then I'll go out first—if they ask me where I am, I'll say I'm going to the Lubyanka Grand Hotel."

"Yes, please take care."

As she watched his figure gradually disappear into the distance, something suddenly welled up inside Karina...

That was something called "temptation"... She could feel that intense impulse that almost no one else had ever experienced.

She not only hoped that he would remember her existence, she also hoped that her existence...

"...Can I hold an indelible place in your heart?"

It is indelible.