My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Yang Hao was stunned for a while before he understood Miss Kosiché's implication—no, before he understood what Miss Kosiché's explicit suggestion was all about!

Is he finally going to get married before he turns 30?!

In an instant, Yang Hao felt tears welling up, almost bursting into tears at the realization that his long and winding road to marriage had finally come to an end. But the next moment, Miss Koschitch's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his face, calming him down and making him realize that he still had a mess to deal with.

“But Mr. Yang Hao, all of this is predicated on your ability to reach Ursus alive—and as far as I know, your current situation is extremely dangerous.”

"...Have you received the message?"

"Snake Scales is my private army."

"Ah, that's true...sigh, but I'm also having a headache. The state government has their eyes on me, although they don't know my exact identity yet."

Yang Hao needs to escape Columbia alive and get to Ursus before he can become Miss Kosiché's beloved daughter and her husband—but a prerequisite for him to escape Columbia alive is to get rid of the state government's surveillance on him.

Without dealing with the state government's watchful eye, killing any number of city lords would be meaningless. Instigating a rebellion would only hasten his death. Hiring soldiers to intercept the city's movements while awaiting the 21st wasn't an option, but he had no money.

Even asking Miss Koschitch for a small financial assistance wouldn't work. She's in Ursus, and even if the Crimson Gold could be transported over... it would take a considerable amount of time. By then, even the Cantonese cured pork would be almost dried out hanging on the balcony, and even if the Crimson Gold arrived, I probably wouldn't need it.

"You can use my Serpent Scales unit." Knowing Yang Hao's current predicament, Miss Kosiché smiled sinisterly and once again granted him access to the Serpent Scales unit. But was she used to smiling like this? "If things get truly hopeless, my Serpent Scales will bring you out of Columbia—is that alright?"

"No problem." A guarantee... hmm, I'm not losing out this time. But how to put it... if only I could bring Margarita along if there's absolutely no other way... Yang Hao was still worried about what would happen to Margarita, who was homeless, if he messed things up... "What about the matter of borrowing Miss Kosiché's troops last time..."

"Let's talk about the price when you get here. After all, our relationship isn't that deep yet. Last time, the Serpent Scales were at your disposal, which was just a normal transaction, wasn't it?"

Miss Kosiché seemed to be the type of person who handled things strictly by business, and she didn't take advantage of his current unfavorable situation to ask for payment...

And right now, they're just in a blind date relationship! Aren't there countless people who scam others out of hundreds of thousands of yuan during blind dates? Compared to that... you're practically a saint, Miss Koschche!

It would be even better if we could have a whole football team's worth of kids later—just kidding, you can't fast-forward to a point like this...

But if you don't bring it up, does that mean we can omit the topic of "women with whom we have a good relationship"?

Just as Yang Hao was feeling fortunate, Miss Koschke suddenly changed her tune:

"Then, Mr. Yang Hao, could you tell me about the women you have a good relationship with? For example, a certain Sarkaz Blood Demon?"

"Ah ha ha..."

Sure enough, she already knew about the relationships around me... Yang Hao chuckled dryly, realizing that using the Serpent Scales unit was a double-edged sword for him.

Chapter 39

how to say?

Explaining his relationship with Margarita to Miss Koschke was actually quite peculiar for Yang Hao. It was probably the first time since he came into this world and met Margarita that he was truly analyzing their relationship.

The previously ambiguous relationship has been clarified. Yang Hao can not only put an end to this ambiguous relationship, but also, in a sense, he can use this opportunity to reflect on himself and his mistakes.

"How should I put it? Margarita... is she a very important friend of mine? Well, maybe not before, but in my personal opinion now, she is a very important friend of mine."

"Is that so? But now that you mention it, your relationship shouldn't be limited to just being friends, right?"

The scene in the video changed slightly. Was Miss Koschich tidying up her things on the bed? Yang Hao wasn't sure, only that her phone seemed to be pressed against her chest during this process, allowing him to inadvertently see the deep gap that the collar of her white bathrobe couldn't cover.

Hmm... Miss Koschiché has a pretty good figure too. Yang Hao awkwardly looked away. After a while, Miss Koschiché seemed to have finished her work, and the video was adjusted to a normal view.

"what happened?"

"No, it's nothing..."

"If you have a problem with my bathrobe, then there's no need to. I think we'll be spending a lot of time together like this in the future—provided you can come over."

"Well, no, I should say, as expected of Miss Koschke?" Yang Hao straightened his face, looked at the gloomy, beautiful woman in the picture, and sighed.

"In short...it's probably because...Margarita is a lot like me."

"Looks a lot like him?" Yang Hao's sudden move to get to the point didn't catch Miss Koschke off guard. She simply looked at the man on the phone screen with interest, admiring his face and the scar on his left eye.

In a sense, Miss Kosiché was still evaluating the man who would become her husband. She discovered many admirable qualities. He was a gentleman, and very self-aware about what he should and shouldn't see. But in a way, this was also a problem for Miss Kosiché: a man who wasn't very proactive would inevitably have a significant impact on matters of succession after marriage.

Although Miss Koschei doesn't need an heir born of her own flesh and blood, and her Originium Arts don't require such complicated conditions—considering that Mr. Yang Hao's mental state is currently that of an ordinary person, Miss Koschei is still preparing for the possibility of having children in the future. Of course, if he doesn't need them, that would be even better.

Moreover, compared to the fact that it might take countless days for someone to "have a need" for something, Miss Koschke was clearly more concerned about why Yang Hao and Margarita "couldn't be together," especially after he said that Margarita looked a lot like him, which made Miss Koschke even more interested.

“Yes. Margarita… she’s similar to me, not very proactive. I used to only use hints… maybe she didn’t understand, or maybe she simply wanted to wait. But I can’t wait too long, so in the end we could only become friends.” Yang Hao sighed heavily as he answered. “She is… a Sarkaz Blood Demon. If nothing unexpected happens, a hundred years? Two hundred years? Three hundred years? It’s said that at her current age, she’s still considered a newborn child among the Blood Demons… but I’m almost an old man, I’ll be 30 in two years… By the way, Miss Koschitch, how old are you…?”

“This body is 35 years old now.” The brown-haired woman in the video gave an unexpected smile, not the dangerous smile Yang Hao had expected. “Is there a problem?”

“Oh...no. In short, a major reason why Margarita and I can only remain friends is that she can wait for me for 20 years, but my life can't wait that long. I hope to get an answer as soon as possible...an answer that will determine whether I continue to live or just live out my life like this. And that's it.”

Miss Koschke is already 35 years old... Although Yang Hao doesn't mind her actual age [after all, it seems that women in this world are all beautiful as long as they're not too old], 35 years old... huh?

As the old saying goes, "At 30, one is like a wolf; at 40, like a tiger." Miss Koschke is at that prime of her life... but can my frail body handle it?

He felt a little weak, doubting whether his body, honed by work experience, could withstand the pressure. After all, Jack had... been through that, right? He just hoped he wouldn't reach the point where he felt cold all over if he didn't wear more clothes.

"So, in other words, you now consider Miss Margarita a friend... but you still don't know what she thinks, right?" Miss Koschitch nodded thoughtfully after hearing Yang Hao's reply. "...Although it seems very strange from my perspective, Mr. Yang Hao, are you sure you don't need to figure out Miss Margarita's thoughts?"

This is a hidden threat to Miss Kosiché. Literally.

As an immortal who has lived for over a thousand years, Miss Koschke has witnessed many things. Among them, what impressed her most were the things that happened between couples who were trying to get along but couldn't figure out what the other was thinking.

Those crazy incidents where people broke up rashly because they didn't know what the other person was thinking, only to have the other person come looking for them at their door for more than ten years, then kill them with an axe and commit suicide together.

Although the races of the two sides—the Sarkaz who was killed and the Sarkaz who committed suicide—were an important factor at the time, it also made Miss Kosichä realize that sometimes feelings that transcend race are not necessarily a good thing.

Although Miss Kosiché believed... such a madness—crossing from Columbia to her duchy and manor in the heart of Ursus—wouldn't happen... but who knows? The world is full of wonders, and with thousands of years of experience, she had witnessed many seemingly impossible things come to pass. So, just in case, she needed to confirm...

"...If I could, I would also like to find out what she's thinking. But that would take twenty years, and I can't wait that long." Faced with his question, Mr. Yang Hao only gave a bitter smile.

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Yang Hao chatted with Miss Koschich for a long time. At first, her bathrobe and body still exuded the damp heat from her bath. In the end, only a beautiful pink color remained on her clean and delicate neck and her chest, which warmed Yang Hao's heart.

That delicate pink color was hard to imagine appearing on a 35-year-old woman... But Yang Hao also knew that the common sense of this world should not be understood using the common sense of the previous world. So after imagining the scene of actually meeting Miss Koschke in the future, Yang Hao politely said goodbye to her and hung up the contact with her.

He felt he had seen a Miss Koschei beyond his expectations. He liked Miss Koschei's appearance, although her personality had an undeniable gloom; after all, the original Margarita was far more gloomy than her...

Miss Koschei at least suppressed her perhaps innate melancholy when she spoke, while Margarita at the time was a melancholy recluse who would mutter "I might as well be dead" all the time. So after thinking it over, Yang Hao felt genuinely happy that he could have a good cohabitation life with Miss Koschei.

"Phew... a beauty beyond my expectations. But I need to figure out how to get out of Columbia first." Yang Hao put down his phone, stretched to ease the tension from his video chat with Miss Koschitch, and then slumped onto the sofa, pondering the matter that had been troubling him. "I need to figure out why the state government wants me before I can resolve this situation... Of course, it doesn't matter if I don't—but that will make it harder for me to hold out until the night of the 21st..."

Although he had already seen that the current city lord had committed suicide after he made the decision... if nothing unexpected happened, the second city lord would take office and bring him even more trouble.

Furthermore, the state government's secret police are a problem, and the special departments above the secret police are an even more serious problem—but the most serious problem is that...

“K…”

Why is that K targeting me? Yang Hao thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer. But now, through his conversation with Miss Koschie, and in analyzing his and Margarita's concepts of time, as well as those of short-lived and long-lived species... he suddenly realized something.

Yes... he did indeed cover his tracks thoroughly every time he did something. Generally speaking, an ordinary person, even a shrewd politician, wouldn't be able to see in a short time that the man who seemed to have been pushed into the position of representative by the workers would be the trigger for all the strikes, the philanthropist who turned Haier Brothers Company into a charity, the mysterious figure who caused the unannounced evacuation of a city from a disaster zone, or even the culprit behind the destruction of a city...

Because they lack sufficient experience, talent, and knowledge to ascertain the veracity of their bold ideas—but what if [K] is an immortal?

An immortal being, someone who has lived for hundreds of years, a leader who has been politically active for over a century...

With over a century of experience in governance, he had the ability to see the connection between the workers' strike and Yang Hao's rise to the position of general manager.

Having ruled for over a century, he possessed his own judgment and could discern who truly profited most when Yang Hao took over as general manager and transformed Haier from a bloodsucking enterprise into a charitable one.

And because he lived long enough... because he lived so long and witnessed so many things... it's natural that he would have such imaginative ideas:

"Since someone can use their Originium Arts to become a representative of the workers, rise to the position of manager, and even change the very nature of the company..."

So, does this mysterious entity have the ability to make a city move without warning to avoid natural disasters, or even to kill the city lord and force someone else to take over?

Regarding the national policy Yang Hao previously selected, the message "[You're Being Watched]" wasn't a negative consequence of its completion. He had already been "elegantly swearing in Mandarin" long ago; the reason he hadn't been approached yet was simply because Mr. "K" needed time to verify his suspicions...

Now, having that market man commit suicide is exactly what he wanted. He's already obtained intelligence confirming his suspicions, and now Yang Hao has become the fish on the chopping block, targeted and placed there. If nothing unexpected happens, Yang Hao will only be able to lie there, watching helplessly as the blade of the cleaver slides across his body.

But the accident still happened.

Miss Koschke's Serpent Scales are now under his command. This is Yang Hao's first major advantage.

Yang Hao's second major advantage was that the other party hadn't figured out his intentions yet. That K probably still thought he planned to continue developing in Colombia—but he certainly didn't know that he actually had a second ability, and had even used that ability to curry favor with the Duchess of Ursuscočie, and was planning to move there to enjoy his new life as soon as he could resolve all the remaining issues on the 21st.

This is Yang Hao's advantage. As long as that Mr. K still thinks he will stay in Colombia for a long time and plans to make his move in a month or six months, then it won't be a problem for him to slip away.

"Even now, the time concept of immortal beings has become an advantage for me..."

Yang Hao muttered to himself, already having an idea in mind: since that K wanted to verify his conjecture, then he would let him verify it as he pleased, and take down as many city lords as they came—but he couldn't use political points to do so.

He wanted to use the Serpent Scales army to wipe out those city lords for him.

"Click."

"Eh?"

Just as Yang Hao was feeling excited about his idea, he heard the door in the corridor open.

Is it Margarita? He turned around in confusion and found that it was indeed Margarita who had entered.

But the crossbow in her hand... what is it? No, the blood on her body...

"Margarita?! You're injured?! What happened?!"

Without saying a word, Yang Hao jumped off the sofa, rushed to Margarita, hurriedly took off her clothes, and checked the possible wounds on her body as she remained silent, as if she had returned to the state she was in four years ago.

...but Margarita didn't care about any of that.

Wearing only her underwear, she simply reached out and hugged Yang Hao's body in front of the serpentine sculpture.

Chapter 41

"Margarita...are you alright?"

Yang Hao didn't rush into the girl's hug. After all, Margarita or he himself had often done this when they were accidentally injured.

He simply hugged her back, oblivious to the blood staining his recently changed clothes. He comforted Margarita while simultaneously searching her body for any possible injuries—but this puzzled him. Margarita didn't have a single wound.

With so much blood on her... it couldn't possibly be from a rabid dog or some wild animal. She shouldn't have left town today, and she would have avoided rabid dogs when she walked...

She went home with a crossbow... and then returned home covered in blood... Yang Hao could only conclude that she must have killed someone.

But why would Margarita do this? Was someone trying to hurt her? Yang Hao was puzzled, and just then, Margarita, who was holding him, whispered:

"...Yang Hao...someone was watching you...I took them all out, okay? They won't be watching you anymore...those bad guys from the state government..."

"...what?"

State government officials...? And because they were targeting me, Margarita... went out armed and killed them all?

Yang Hao was indeed stunned. He truly hadn't expected Margarita to go to such lengths.

...But never mind. She's already made a mess of things...what could Yang Hao say?

He could only pat Margarita on the shoulder as always, then sigh heavily.

"I understand. Go take a shower first... Don't go back tonight."

"...I'm so tired..." She rubbed her face against Yang Hao's clothes. "I don't want to move..."

...Even if the Sarkaz Blood Demon's physical condition is weak, it shouldn't be unable to take a bath after killing a few people. This is just Margarita's usual way of demanding rewards, unchanged from four years ago until now. Yang Hao sighed and patted Margarita's head.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you wash... but you have to explain to me clearly what happened later, okay?"

"Ah."

She nodded, picked up the clothes from the floor, put the pulley crossbow and bolts she had brought back on the table, and went to the bathroom to wait for Yang Hao to help her wash.

Meanwhile, watching Margarita's retreating figure as she slowly headed towards the bathroom, Yang Hao sighed once more. He then walked to his front door and locked it with another lock.

Hopefully, no one noticed Margarita's condition. With that thought in mind, Yang Hao returned to the bedroom, prepared the first-aid kit and disinfectant supplies under the bed, found Margarita's old change of clothes at home, and then went to the bathroom to fulfill his promise.

"Margarita? Is the hot water ready?"

...

Of course, all of this was observed by Miss Koschei, who was far away in her Ursus palace.

She remained in the same position as when she hung up the video call, lying diagonally on the bed, looking at the empty living room and the crossbow with its pulleys removed and bloodstained bolts on the table. Only one thing was on her mind:

Why is this guy trying to poach people at this crucial moment?

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

This wasn't the first time Margarita had been to Yang Hao's bathroom. But the fact that he'd helped her wash up seemed to be something he hadn't done for two years.

Having already undressed, she sat on a small stool in the bathroom, looking at the bathtub filled with comfortable hot water that was acceptable to her. She shook her head, intending to use the showerhead to wash away the blood on her body first.

When Margarita killed those state investigators, she did many outrageous things. Their gushing blood almost completely stained her clothes red, including her underwear. But most importantly, Margarita was worried that she might leave noticeable footprints when she came over.