My wife is an immortal black snake.

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He can only be an immortal.

“We probably all know who the immortals of Ursus are.” Her Majesty Ekaterina took a sip of hot milk, pausing for a moment. “But Yan… that closed-off country. If it weren’t for this economic crisis, we might not have been able to establish close ties with them… If nothing unexpected happens, they should also have immortals there. And Yan has quite a few… They once undertook a massive undertaking, an undertaking that even influenced Ursus…”

"...The migration and escape of the immortals from the East...no, those who call themselves 'gods'?" Kosichä took a sip of tea, her expression grim. Grin, nestled in her arms, remained motionless, yet through their connection, he was offering Kosichä helpful advice. "Grin said it was a major event that affected the eastern region of Ursus...but those who fled there quickly died from acclimatization issues or competition from the local Ursus immortals, or escaped to other places...Your Majesty, do you mean...?"

"...The Great Yan might have once engaged in an operation similar to 'hunting gods.' According to the records in the Ursus history books, the Great Yan emperor at the time recruited a large number of capable generals and spent countless resources to conduct a 'military operation' deep in the mountains and forests...Afterwards, the Great Yan suffered heavy losses but 'returned victorious.' They began to bestow a large number of strange 'official titles' on a group of individuals who 'have not resigned to this day'...Duke Kosichè, don't you think this is very similar to you?"

Her Majesty Catherine took another sip of tea, paused for a moment, and then shook her head, saying:

Similar to you, the "immortal black snake"... the difference is that they might have been coerced or lured, while you did it willingly.

Chapter 192

This land may lack many things, but it has no shortage of people, and also long-lived "gods"—or more precisely, some kind of "long-lived" beings.

Not all immortals are worthy of being called "gods" by the Terrans. The vast majority of "gods" possess powers completely incomprehensible to the modern Terrans: for example, the ability to cast spells without using Originium Arts; the ability to drag mortals into dreams simply by their presence; and so on...

In short, immortals are not uncommon on this land. But gods... are those rare beings who, though seemingly "close at hand" to the immortals, are actually "far away."

This was not only because their numbers were small, but more importantly, because the gods who had gathered in the east were hunted down one day.

The cause may have been that an emperor was troubled by the fact that these powerful scoundrels did not obey him, which turned into a war between humans and gods. In the end, the Yan Kingdom won a victory with heavy casualties. The remaining gods were forced to accept individual fiefdoms, flee, or be killed, causing the population of the gods to drop to a dangerous level.

Then, those gods who fled from the East to the West were forced into a new battle with the local indigenous gods due to their own survival needs. In the midst of these continuous battles, gods fell and others began to flee. Finally, when the ecological niches among the gods were established, the total number of gods had plummeted to an extremely dangerous level, on the verge of extinction.

“So…the one eyeing my husband now might be…a god who was hunted by the Yan Kingdom, then stripped of his title, and finally came under the control of the Great Yan…?” Koschie murmured to herself, then took a sip of the tea she used to refresh herself. She wasn’t worried about Yang Hao’s condition, because she trusted that he could pull through; he just needed some time and the company of his family. Therefore, she trusted Monica’s care for him, and thus she had to carefully consider the threat posed by that Great Yan immortal. “…Then this isn’t an enemy in the same sense as me. Your Majesty, as you know, strictly speaking, I’m not a true god.”

"After all, your original body was long gone. From a divine perspective, for an individual called an 'Evil God' to ultimately achieve their goals only by inheriting another's body and resorting to scheming and trickery... that's truly unbecoming of a god." Empress Catherine shrugged. "So this is a problem... We in Ursus may be facing the watchful eye of a genuine 'god,' while our counterpart is someone with exceptional strategic acumen and longevity..."

"...Perhaps other immortals have a way?"

"If they were willing to serve their country, they would have done so during the previous civil war, wouldn't they? Besides, they don't have much ability."

"makes sense."

The two important figures exchanged glances, both able to see the helplessness in each other's eyes. After a moment, Duke Kosiché put down the teacup with its tail curled up, sighed heavily, and decided to at least deal with some things that were within his power.

"...In short, I will send my Serpent Scales out to gather intelligence later...However, if that happens, the Serpent Scales will be operating at full capacity. If we want to continue using them, we will have to expand the army."

"I wouldn't interfere with expanding your army's serpent scales if you could really afford it... Besides, most of my inner guards can't leave the Northern Territory for the time being. But to be honest... if those things in the North also have an effect on the [gods], it's not impossible—"

"His Majesty."

"...Alright. Those things shouldn't be known by too many people."

They decided to first investigate the situation of that "enemy." Her Majesty Catherine wanted to bring back the demon from the North at all costs, even at great risk, just in case, but Duke Koschche wanted to be as cautious as possible, unlike her usual self.

During this time, Head Maid Monica and Ms. Sonia were at a loss for words. Miss Theresa, however... after thinking thoughtfully for a long time, finally spoke somewhat awkwardly:

"...Well, what? I-I-I-I—I didn't mean anything by it...but the reason the boss is able to come out now is because he already has family here in Ursus, right? What I mean is, if a few more kids come and tie him up, I guess you won't have to worry about the boss actually being persuaded to go back to his hometown...right?"

“…”

“I have no problem with that, but Duke Koschche is…”

"...Shut up, Your Majesty. I'll figure something out when he gets back."

It's unclear whether this was an unintentional act by the foal or something she did intentionally.

In short, in an instant, the women in the family all agreed to use the child to completely eliminate any possibility of Mr. Yang Hao being persuaded to return to his hometown, and unusually, no one doubted Teresa...

But in reality? Miss Theresa was paving the way for herself!

After finishing the emergency meeting tonight, she collapsed on the bed, anxiously thinking that if her period didn't come this month... she was probably really pregnant.

I'll dig a hole for myself now, so if I announce my pregnancy in public later, it shouldn't be too bad, right? Yeah, it should be.

"I hope the boss can go back to Ursus before my belly gets too big..." the little pony muttered to itself as it drifted off to sleep, not forgetting to clean the buzzing egg-shaped thing inside its body before going to sleep.

...

Meanwhile, in a dream, they were able to taste the delicious flavors of their hometown again after a long time through dreaming.

Mr. Yang Hao sat on the bench in his dream, covering his face and weeping. He didn't know why he was like this, but to be honest, after being away from home for many years, if he hadn't eaten home-cooked meals for several years, he could still get used to it... but now, suddenly being reminded of the taste of home, who could resist?

Just like the homesickness brought on by his taste buds gave him the idea of ​​"why not go and see the Great Yan"... But soon, the man found that the world beneath his feet had changed. He was no longer walking on the familiar stone-paved road, no longer sitting on a bench, and there was no longer a plate of fried dough sticks with egg and minced meat on the table in front of him.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at the House of Elegy, where Miss Elegy was squatting in front of him, looking at him with concern.

"...If you want to find someone to confide in about things you dare not say in real life, perhaps there's a good candidate right now?"

She reached out and gently wiped away the tears from his eyes.

This was the first time Miss Elegy had taken the initiative to drag Yang Hao into the Mansu Inn.

It won't be the last time either.

Chapter 193

"..."

"..."

At Miss Elegy's invitation, Mr. Yang Hao was held in her arms, and he rested his head on her lap, comforting his homesickness.

At first, they didn't exchange a word. They simply gazed together at the sky above Mansu, at the crimson church in the distance, and finally at the gate in the distance that seemed to be the source of something strange—Miss Elegy called it the Peacock Gate. It seemed that someone had entered Mansu through that gate today, preparing to ascend higher and higher on the path to ascension.

However, her explanation failed to pique Yang Hao's interest. He simply sighed dejectedly, and finally, with Miss Wange's gentle comfort and caress, he said:

"You are a princess of Gaul, aren't you?"

...

His question was met with a smile of tacit agreement from Miss Elegy. He didn't say much more afterward. He simply reached out and gently touched Miss Elegy's cheek, for he knew that Miss Elegy, like him, could no longer go home.

Yang Hao... to be honest, he no longer wanted to think about the specific reasons why he came into this world.

All he wanted to do now was cry—and he already had. After crying, he wanted to vent his emotions and anxieties, but the fact that he was a visitor from another world meant that he would never vent his feelings outside of a few people he trusted implicitly.

Monica was someone he trusted, but he didn't want her to be worried and sad because of his "home he could never return to." If Koschei were here, perhaps he could have a good cry with her? But now Koschei was far away at home, and he couldn't go back to her directly...

Margarita knew her background, but what kind of talk was it to cry to a child who hadn't grown up yet, and then make that child cry with her in the end?

So Yang Hao thought and thought... and in the end, he could only go to Miss Wange to cry. But before he could go, Miss Wange came to him on her own, which really surprised him.

"...You actually knew all along that I wasn't from this world, right?" He rubbed the back of his head against Miss Elegy's little belly. Her little belly was very soft, like a marshmallow. So soft and fluffy. "If I could, I would also like to truly see myself as someone born in this world... I would also like to completely become a person of this world... But as expected... once I taste that flavor of home, saying I don't care is all a lie."

“That’s right. I understand.” Miss Elegy stroked Yang Hao’s hair. “After all, home… Perhaps some people want to escape their home, but no matter what, in the end, what they want to return to most is home. Those who don’t want to go home are simply because they have nowhere to go, while you and I are people who have homes but cannot return.”

"I can understand myself, but Miss Elegy, your Gallic Empire..."

"As long as there are Gauls, that is my home. Mr. Yang Hao? Have you forgotten the Gaul-populated areas in your territory? I've always wanted to go and see them, but as you can see, you haven't taken me out yet."

She playfully pinched Yang Hao's nose, stuck out her tongue, and then laughed, "But it's not time yet, understand? Once I leave here, this place will collapse and turn into nothingness. So... please take me out after everything is over, okay?"

"...I haven't figured out how to explain to everyone that you're Hela's mother yet?"

"Please, worry about it yourself. Hehe."

Miss Elegy, with a few words, shifted Yang Hao's sorrow from homesickness to her future situation in the real world. Yang Hao smiled bitterly, letting Miss Elegy rub his cheeks and chin, and then he sighed.

"But honestly... I don't know how to deal with that being? That psionic being that made a pact with the Gallic Empire... It sounds incredibly powerful. I seriously doubt whether I can develop enough technology within 50 years..."

Do you need me to give you some advice?

"Hmm? Go ahead."

Miss Elegy smiled and nodded. Then, in a clear voice, she used metaphors to explain what the existence of the "Endless Cycle" was like in reality.

The object she was comparing it to was... [a shark].

If the "Endless Cycle" is a shark, and the world it originated from, called the "Virtual Realm," which is entirely composed of spiritual energy, is the ocean, then what other way can unarmed humans fight against the shark besides going into the sea to fight it hand-to-hand?

Developing technology, such as using a fishing gun, is one way.

Instead of using a fishing gun, you could simply use a naval gun to bombard it.

Or they could simply poison the sea—that's another option.

However, if this shark cannot be killed within 50 years, it will drag the ocean itself into the material reality... Moreover, sharks are marine creatures, and if it really wants to hide, it can hide in the unfathomable depths of the ocean... Then, what other way can humans deal with that cunning shark?

It's very simple. When technology develops to a certain level...

"...We could choose to drain the ocean. Then, naturally, the shark would have nowhere to hide."

"...Wow. Theoretically, it's really feasible! It means I can develop to the point where I can drain that... Void Realm completely within 50 years? Spare me, Miss Elegy..."

"If you want to survive, you have to try even if you can't do it."

Miss Elegy gently rubbed Yang Hao's ear. Then she lightly kissed his forehead and smiled, indicating that he wasn't fighting alone, was he? He still had her to rely on.

"Do you remember those high-tech items I showed you when you first arrived?"

"...that, [Brilliant Star Chart]... or something like that?" Yang Hao blinked, recalling the past.

"Yes. I will help you... If your territory really can't improve its technology, I will bring you what you need... Of course, the quantity won't be large. Understand?"

"Oh..."

Mr. Yang Hao nodded blankly, thinking that if he directly asked Miss Wange to grace him with her presence and use her experience and knowledge to help him govern, and then he slacked off, what would happen?

"Snapped!"

Miss Elegy patted his forehead expressionlessly. It seemed he had conveyed everything he wanted to say—as long as she didn't object.

Chapter 194

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12 month 16 day.

When Mr. Yang Hao returned from the House of Elegy feeling refreshed and in good spirits after a night there, he learned from Monica, who was worried about him, that [the guests from Yan Kingdom were still coming this afternoon, and his future brother-in-law would be coming with them].

...He had been feeling refreshed, but in that instant, he began to experience stomach pain.

"So you mean I need to finish dealing with my meeting with Therese and the others this morning?"

In front of Margarita, who had just arrived with her teacher, he clutched his stomach and sighed heavily, feeling a pang of sorrow at the sudden cramp in his stomach: to be honest, he had been so preoccupied with homesickness yesterday that he had completely forgotten that the Crown Prince of Yan was arriving in Kazdel with his "tour group" today...

Sigh! Yesterday's big gift has left me like this. What the hell am I going to do if the Crown Prince of Yan really greets me in Cantonese and Hakka?

Mr. Yang Hao looked distressed, while Margarita, seemingly lost in thought, silently walked behind him under the gaze of others and then reached out to hug his head.

stick--

She pressed Yang Hao's head against her chest. Then, tilting her head, she looked at the head maid, whose expression had suddenly turned to surprise for some unknown reason, then at her teacher, and finally at Miss Karina, who was leaning against the wall, yawning, and walking over only to find this scene, speechless with shock.

"Um, is there a problem?"

Margarita gently rubbed Yang Hao's cheeks, thinking to herself, "I used to do this every time he was down, and it really worked! Is there a problem?"

Or is this really something a "friend" shouldn't do? Margarita blinked, thinking that even a normal friend wouldn't do this!

So what's going on? She looked at her teacher in confusion, then, while pressing Mr. Yang Hao's face closer to her not-so-ample chest, she innocently said:

"I used to say this a lot when Yang Hao was frustrated. Um, is there a problem with that?"

“…”

Her innocent question drew suspicious glances from all the women to Duke Yang Hao, who was inexplicably sweating profusely.

Then, after a moment—Ms. Northumbers walked forward with a strange expression and whispered a few words in Margarita's ear. The whisper was so faint that even Yang Hao, who was standing right next to her, couldn't hear it clearly. He only knew that Margarita let out a small gasp at the end, and then her face turned red.

But—to be honest—although everyone's looks at him as if he were scum hurt Yang Hao deeply, Margarita truly healed his heart! Margarita, my little bat, I'm so sorry...

Mr. Yang Hao was lost in thought. After a moment, when the warmth of Margarita's chest still lingered on his left cheek, he shook his head, slowly freeing himself from her embrace, and said:

"Anyway... I have to deal with Kazdel this morning. Ms. Northumbery, Margarita, and Karina, you'll all come with me. Monica? While I'm gone, could you help me prepare for welcoming a prince from Yan? Sigh... Today's going to be a tough day, please."

“Yes. But sir, yesterday…” Monica hesitated, then, seeing Yang Hao’s calm expression, she remained silent for a moment. “…I understand. But sir, can we talk tonight?”

"Oh? Of course. Let's do it this way."

"Yes."

...And so, with her worries for Lord Yang Hao in mind, Monica went to prepare all the things and matters needed to welcome the Crown Prince of Yan this afternoon.

After enduring the strange stares from Karina and Lady Northumen for quite a while, Lord Yang Hao packed his things and, accompanied by Margarita who inexplicably offered to carry his briefcase, led everyone and his guards towards Kazdel...

......

At 10:20 a.m. that day.