My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Ok?

Ms. Norson turned around suspiciously to look at the wall behind her. If she wasn't mistaken, behind this wall should be the sealed room, right?

What's going on? Mr. Yang Hao, you weren't jogging in there, were you? No, that shouldn't be the case. You and Ms. Therese don't seem to have a relationship that deep, do you? Hmm, maybe it's just my imagination?

She frowned, staring at the wall, while the pardoner next door curiously observed her. After a moment, as if to confirm Ms. Northumbers's guess, she noticed the voice had vanished.

...Maybe it's just auditory hallucinations because I haven't had a cocktail in so long? Ms. Norsen lamented in her heart: Norsen, Norsen, you've become like this now. What will you do if you really have to go decades without drinking a drop of his blood or a drop of his semen and can't hold it in anymore?

"Should I withdraw my share for the next few decades before he goes back?" Ms. Northumen asked hesitantly, shifting back to her original position against the wall. But just then, a faint sound coming from inside, like someone being heavily pressed against the wall, startled her, causing her to jump forward.

"...how?"

The Forgiver was clearly not a Blood Demon; her senses were not as sharp as a Blood Demon's. Naturally, she did not notice the commotion coming from inside.

"...nothing."

Even Norsen couldn't be sure that was what she had "heard"...?

To be honest, after drinking such highly addictive blood, and considering his consumption of milk, it's quite normal to experience strange auditory hallucinations after a period of abstinence...

Not to mention, if the people inside were really doing the kind of thing that even Ms. Northumbery wouldn't dare to cross, they shouldn't have fallen silent so soon after arriving, right?

Even if Mr. Yang Hao isn't a real man, he can still last a few minutes, right? Hmm? You're asking me how I know?

When Margarita came over, she kept rubbing against things without going in, yet she managed to last so long...right? So it's impossible. I guess the two people inside were just talking about something important and were rudely yelling and fighting for their interests. Yeah, that's probably it.

With this optimistic mindset, Ms. Norson eventually stayed at her post and started looking at the ceiling or floor to pass the time.

...

...

No more strange noises came from inside.

But speaking of which, what time is it now? Ms. Norson shook her head and looked at the watch on her wrist—it was exactly 11 p.m.

I wonder if Margarita is sleeping soundly in her room. I also wonder if Ms. Karina is still working through the night, and what exactly the head maid, whom Mr. Yang Hao trusts implicitly, is doing.

Unable to leave her post, Ms. Norson could only sigh inwardly and began chatting with the pardoner beside her.

Perhaps it was her previous paranoia that changed the atmosphere? Or maybe the absolutist couldn't stand it anymore? In any case, their conversation got off to a pretty good start this time.

"It's really dangerous here. Victoria, Letania, Columbia, and there might be some strange forces targeting you. It's really tough. Oh, I almost forgot to mention the Lateran. I heard that the Sarkaz mercenaries used to rob Lateran people all the time?"

"...This is a rumor."

"Rumors? Really? But I've heard that people in Laterano don't have a very good impression of the Sarkaz. Putting aside the historical feud, there's also been something else lately... the caravan thing?"

“I must admit that there are indeed many Sarkaz people in the Kazdel region who make a living by robbing Lateran, but the problem is—they are not Sarkaz mercenaries. Now, the Sarkaz mercenaries in Kazdel will not attack Lateran without authorization in order to maintain the reputation and prestige of Kazdel and Umbrella Security Company.”

"Oh...I see, you mean civilians...But in that case, have you ever seen Sarkaz rob Gallic caravans before?"

Lady Norsen's casual remark startled the pardoner. After a moment of serious thought, she shook her head, stating that before the fall of the Gallic Empire, very few Sarkaz dared to rob Gallic caravans.

"No matter what, the Sarkaz were forced to make a living by robbing in order to survive... Robbing the Gauls? Impossible. Even the most famous gang in Kazdel at the time wouldn't dare to mess with the Gauls."

"Oh? I guess it's related to the policies implemented by Princess Elegy, the eldest princess of the Gallic Empire back then?"

"Princess Elegy?"

"A very beautiful person. It's a pity she died so young. I still remember her appearance—long hair as white as snow, and those eerie eyes, more uncanny than those of a blood demon, which were said to turn from azure blue to purplish-red... In short, Princess Elegy was a good person. To protect the people of the Gallic Empire abroad, she implemented many policies, some of which were related to caravans. Let me think... they seem to be quite stringent policies..."

"Ok?"

"Well—the Gallo Empire doesn't care who specifically robbed their caravans. Wherever the caravan was robbed, the Gallo Empire makes that place its territory. If the real culprit is found, then Gallo Empire's landships will just sail right over their heads—that's roughly it. Since this policy was implemented, there haven't been any caravan robberies in the Gallo Empire. But alas..."

"but?"

"Princess Elegy died young. She died of illness four years after becoming regent for the then young and foolish emperor. If I remember correctly, she was not even 17 years old when she died... After her death, the regent became her uncle, who originally did not want to get involved in politics. Then what happened was predictable—the Gallo Empire flourished, and recently it was purged because of the affairs of a certain foolish emperor. And if nothing unexpected happens, the first thing those people will do is target Kazdel."

"...You really did release something incredible..." The absolutist covered his mask, thinking, "You Gauls, if you want to commit suicide, don't drag the surrounding countries down with you! ...I'm getting clenched up just listening to this."

"Haha." To this, Ms. Norsen could only offer a wry smile: after all, to be honest, it was quite normal for the people to suffer for decades with just a word from the emperor... so there was nothing she could do about it.

That's just what she says. Even if she had a way, whether she could actually implement it is another question... After all, under the influence of that contract, the entire Gallo Empire couldn't possibly be conquered, right?

It's like an egg filled with molten metal... Once it solidifies, if you use this egg to smash a rock, only the rock will suffer.

However, it was only natural that since that contract could make the Gallic Empire incredibly powerful, crushing it would be a piece of cake... Lady Northumberna really didn't want to relive the moment her homeland was destroyed. She sighed heavily and leaned against the wall again...

She suddenly said:

"Besides, it's already past 11 pm..."

"...Yes."

"How long do you think your master and my partner will have to wait before they come out?"

"I'm not sure. But all we can do is keep standing here."

"Ugh."

They just stood there in their positions, doing their duty, until the two people inside came out.

......

And the other side.

He covered Therese's mouth, which was limp all over, to prevent her from making any noise that might alert the two people outside. Then he laid her down on a seat to rest for a while and finally cleaned the filth off her with a handkerchief.

Having finished, Yang Hao put on his clothes in a daze, thinking to himself that his student's proposal had been finalized.

Chapter 173

"Huh...huh..."

"..."

After finishing, Mr. Yang Hao didn't rush to leave. Instead, he helped Therese clean up the "filth" there...

He sat in his seat, watching Therese slumped over the conference table, panting heavily, weak, her body limp, covered in sweat, her once pristine white, fitted dress now marred with strange, damp stains...

He felt a long-lost urge to take out a cigarette and have a smoke, or perhaps have a drink from that bottle of wine. Not for any other reason than that this dazed man clearly understood that returning home would no longer be about facing the "difficult problem" that Princess Wei Qing had set for him alone.

But we also have to consider Therese's major problem—especially since Therese has volunteered to be a "hostage" on the way to Ursus. At that point, she's not someone you can hide at home and escape the consequences...

...well!

Yang Hao, how could you be so irresponsible!

Considering that the connection between Kazdel and Ursus will be even stronger than that between a pregnant mother and her fetus in the future! So what if there's one more Theresis? Your body is strong enough now! You can handle it, really!

Mr. Yang Hao sighed softly. He now missed the time when Little Pony was by his side—at least when Little Pony was there, she would have known what Therese was thinking long ago, right?

Ugh!

He sighed again. With his second sigh, Therese seemed to finally come to her senses. She slowly propped herself up from the table, her eyes vacant, and then slumped back in her chair for a while before realizing what had just happened. Silently, she put her coat back on the chair.

She silently stared at the silent man before her. Finally, clutching her still-aching lower abdomen, feeling the lingering warmth, she gave a bitter smile:

"Teacher...no matter what, you're being too rough with a woman who's just starting out."

"...If I remember correctly, you should be older than me." Yang Hao rested his chin on his hand, his lips twitching.

"...If age alone could represent a person's maturity, there wouldn't be so many long-lived races in the world whose children don't even reach adulthood until after 30."

"I agree."

"So, you were too rough."

"But what does that have to do with my roughness..."

"...In short, you've really hurt me. That's all—aside from that, about that matter..."

Therese glanced at Yang Hao's elbow. She thought to herself, "I can't possibly fail now, can I? I've already put in so much effort, what good is your agreement, right?"

...

If she knew that Yang Hao had agreed from the beginning, but had been thinking about things for too long, which led to her misunderstanding, I wonder what kind of expression she would have.

But in short—this time Yang Hao nodded obediently, then sighed:

"Yes, I agree—after Kazdel resolves its internal conflicts and the riots caused by foreign tourists, the Duchy of Kosichè will guarantee Kazdel's independence and provide it with ample research and commercial support."

"...call."

She breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to stand up and express her gratitude with Sarkaz etiquette, her legs went weak the moment she tried to stand up while holding onto the table, and she almost slipped and fell.

Mr. Yang Hao quickly got up and helped her up. He had been too rough just now; even though Therese was a Sarkaz person recognized worldwide for her strong physique, it would take her quite a while to recover.

If it were Koschl, it might be alright—he meant, if it were the current snake Koschl. The cat-body Koschl was probably no match for him anymore, but even with the defeat due to his physical limitations, Yang Hao's ability to subdue a thousand-year-old immortal in bed was already terrifying.

So Therese simply couldn't control a man as cunning as Yang Hao! So now, looking at her weak body that she had to be helped to stand up, Therese felt nothing but shame.

(Disgrace... It's utterly disgraceful... I, a Sarkaz of noble blood, am physically weaker than a man who isn't even a Fonhoof or Ursus...)

Therese gritted her teeth. She was indignant, truly indignant! It was she who initiated the plan, it was rightfully her responsibility to lead this... why, why had she been outmaneuvered?!

Is it really true that an inexperienced woman can never win against a man? No, impossible... But even with this humiliation in her heart, Therese will never again face Mr. Yang Hao as an "inexperienced" woman and snatch victory from him...

So Therese had to keep this humiliation to herself. She accepted her teacher's help and sat back down in her chair, the lingering effects of the recent ordeal still coursing through her body.

“We’ll have to wait a while, until you’ve recovered.” It was just an ordinary suggestion, but for some reason it sounded particularly jarring to Therese. “We’ll have to wait until you’re healthy enough that no one will find out what we did… Sigh… It’s past 11 p.m. now, let’s go out around midnight.”

"...yes."

"Perfect timing, I also need to plan my work. Sigh..."

Therese watched the man return to his seat, his brow furrowed and eyes closed, seemingly resting or perhaps planning for the future. Therese simply lay on the conference table, watching him, just watching.

...

After a while.

It's exactly 12 o'clock at night.

Therese's body has almost fully recovered. Although her body is still a bit stiff, at least she can stand up on her own and walk around as if nothing happened.

And indeed, she did just that. She got up and walked over to her teacher, who was deep in thought with her eyes closed. She just looked at her teacher, and after a moment, she carefully folded the list on the table and placed it on the desk.

"Ok?"

He was startled by her actions. He opened his eyes, looked at the neatly arranged documents on the table, nodded, and then indicated that it was time to leave.

"..."

But Therese was still... unconvinced.

Looking at the calm-faced man, she felt a surge of anger. She simply couldn't accept the fact that she had been suppressed; at least, at least for now, she had to get her revenge!

So... Therese forcefully reached out and cupped Yang Hao's cheeks. Then, under his panicked gaze, she revealed a satisfied, sinister smile, and then, like a Sarkaz mercenary robbing a Lateran caravan, she forcefully pressed her lips to his.

Chapter 174

......

12 points.

When the two guards outside were already on the verge of collapse.

Yang Hao and Ms. Therese finally emerged from inside.

They all looked extremely tired, each holding their own list. After they came out, they returned to their respective guards, and then, under the watchful eyes of Ms. Northumbers and the Exonerator—whose expressions were either surprised or strange—they performed a brief farewell ceremony and left.

...

It was already late at night.

So on the way back, Yang Hao appeared extremely tired.

Ms. Norson's nose seemed to have gone malfunction; she couldn't detect any scent on Yang Hao that would arouse her suspicion.

They walked on in silence. After a while, just as they were about to reach the crossroads leading to their respective rooms...

"...I mean, shouldn't Margarita be asleep by now?"

Ms. Northumber glanced at the wall beside her, sniffed, and inhaled the lewd scent emanating from him. "And you were playing pretty hard in there..."