My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Half an hour later, when I'm starving again, I'll have my second breakfast. But what should I do before that?

Mr. Leo remembered that his son was playing with his younger brother, so he decided to go and see for himself, to witness the time when the family was at peace.

...

Mr. Leo has a total of 8 children.

His eldest son was only 6 years old, and the remaining 7 children all passed away for various reasons.

At first, Mr. Leo felt very sad.

But soon, the fragrant aroma transformed his grief into a wondrous happiness. When he was reunited with his loved ones, he truly felt immense bliss.

But some of his children didn't think that way. Some children demanded independence, and Mr. Leo, who loved his children, chose to grant them independence as well.

"Father!"

"My little Leo—! Are you playing football?"

Leo squatted on the grass in the courtyard and lovingly picked up his son, little Leo, who rushed towards him. Although his child was still young, the changes in him still made Leo happy—most pleasing to him was that little Leo had inherited his qualities.

Young Leo was also full of curiosity about all things beautiful and enjoyable. And even if the Leo family's wealth were simply left to earn interest, it would ensure that the family would never have to worry about money for five generations—so Leo always indulged his child's desires, and sure enough, young Leo did do what he wanted.

Leo examined the football that his child had brought, noticing the familiar faces on it and the limbs that bulged out no matter how much he pressed them. He realized that it must be his eighth child, whose name he couldn't even recall.

"That's right! Father, why don't you give it a try?"

Young Leo invited his father to try the joy of playing football, and Mr. Leo kindly let go of his child and then enthusiastically played a football match with him.

His eighth child was still alive at this moment. As he kicked and rolled, a strange purplish-black liquid oozed from his sewn-up mouth.

Finally, in a powerful shot by Leo, the football went wide.

It flew far away, and amidst the father and son's regretful gazes, it fell near a sewage pipe and disappeared into the depths of the pipe, vanishing without a trace, accompanied by a whirlpool of sewage.

Chapter 231

...

5 a.m. on June 24.

When Yang Hao awoke from the bizarre nightmare of Koschich, Margarita, Monica, and even the pony, he found that Koschich, who was lying on top of him, was still asleep and showed no sign of waking up.

He looked himself over and found that his hands were being held tightly, and his little brother was enjoying the soothing soft grip between Kosich's legs. He wisely chose to remain still and stared at the dark ceiling, lost in thought.

This dream felt so real... After all, when I think about it carefully, the interpersonal relationships around me seem to be in such a mess that it's enough to make me cry, right?

Kosiché is his wife.

Monica is his head maid.

Margarita was his childhood sweetheart—and it's estimated that after a long time, they will become childhood sweethearts who haven't seen each other in ages.

The foal was an inexplicable foreshadowing left behind by his own abnormal sexual fantasies...

Um..

These are the four characters from my dream.

So what about in reality?

There was no need for His Majesty to say more. After all, he understood His Majesty's thoughts, but he still naively believed that His Majesty wouldn't stoop to doing such a heinous thing.

Princess Wei Qing of Yan Kingdom... He couldn't understand it. Although it was a character on a mobile marriage agency app, he optimistically thought, how could a princess of Yan Kingdom possibly be interested in a duke as her husband? They had never met before and had only met by chance. Why not just make a deal like this?

And then there's Ms. Sonia, also mentioned on the mobile app, whose interactions with him have become increasingly frequent lately. In a sense, Yang Hao particularly admires Ms. Sonia's willingness to sacrifice herself as a "puppet"—but the question is, is that even possible for Ms. Sonia? Of course not!

He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the scenes in his dream would probably only be limited to the four people closest to him. Satisfied, he closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

......

And it was after Yang Hao fell asleep again that Kosiché, pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes, muttering, "Why is he having a nightmare?", while covering his drowsy husband with the blanket.

... .....

8:30 am.

With ample time, Duke Koschei could continue his strategy of keeping the United Cities in suspense for even longer. Therefore, when Captain Glamorgan once again approached to request a deal and offered a more favorable price, Duke Koschei refused, instead smiling and saying, "Wait a little longer."

Furthermore, she stated that the "distinguished guest from Colombia" mentioned a very strange name to her, and she didn't know if the people of United City remembered it.

"Mr. Baden...?"

"Yes. That guest hopes we can find this gentleman, or rather, he's willing to sell us more information in exchange for some details—alas, we just don't know where this person who might be hiding something is."

"...I'm sorry, we are not aware of this."

Mr. Baden is the prisoner held in United City, whose life is sustained by life support devices, who possesses temporarily inaccessible classified evidence, and who could serve as a witness in the future narrative of Colombia's impending military operation against Casimir.

Duke Koschke explained that the name undoubtedly put more pressure on Captain Glamorgan, but Koschke did not intend to continue to apply pressure, because she knew that things would backfire and that constantly applying pressure would not work—you have to give them some hope.

Therefore, she added at the end that if there were any contractual disputes with that distinguished guest from Colombia, she might consider the intelligence from the United City first. Hearing this, Captain Glamorgan's expression improved slightly; keeping them hanging for another day or two shouldn't be a problem.

...

While the esteemed Duke Kosiché and her staff were diligently working, Yang Hao was indulging in revelry with his friends in the United City. The soldiers in plainclothes guarding him nearby, along with Lady Sonia, could only helplessly watch as this distinguished man and his commoner friends entered one low-class beer hall after another, personally carrying case after case of cheap, inferior beer with both hands. He even stood solemnly in front of a bustling shop, bubbling with customers due to recent commercial activities, discussing with his friends which beer was superior and better—the discounted ones or the one in his hand.

But the problem is, you're the esteemed Duke's husband! How can I let you carry all that stuff yourself?! What's so good about that cheap beer? Is our Duke of Koschche's fine wine no longer appealing? Or is our Ursus beer simply not to your liking?

Why would you need to buy beer that costs almost a dollar a can, or those cheap, low-quality goods that might cost less than a loaf of bread?!

And that's not all, you're planning to compare prices and then buy even cheaper beer?! And what about the bottle water from those beer barrels?!

For a moment, the plainclothes soldiers were ready to rush over and help their master move these things to the right place, but their impulse was forcibly suppressed by their duty to obey orders: because their master, Yang Hao, had given them an order.

Unless there is a threat to his life, we should not disturb his time enjoying life with his friends.

...

So the soldiers could only suppress their burgeoning desires and watch helplessly as their master and his friend put down two cases of beer at the guard post on the street, then rushed into the bustling store, seemingly preparing to buy two more cases.

"...What's so good about Colombian goods anyway?"

One of the soldiers muttered something strange. He simply couldn't understand what was going on... But as someone who was relatively close to Yang Hao and could be considered a friend, Ms. Sonia, who was silently observing from the shadows, just smiled and didn't bother to explain to the soldiers.

Because she knew that Mr. Yang Hao valued his friends, especially the joyful life he shared with them—which was why he didn't want anyone to disturb him when he finally had the chance to reunite with his friends.

Chapter 232

"So—when you escaped, you went through that kind of thing?"

"Yes. Sigh... Margarita really is... I still think that if she hadn't stayed behind, she might be living a good life here. Sigh, never mind, my little bat needs to grow up, so let her be..."

"Oh, so it's become your little bat?"

"No matter what, I have to be prepared to give her an answer decades from now, right? Believe me or not, if Margarita really grows up and I refuse her in a few decades, she'll just kidnap me. Sigh, I know her too well, I really know her way too well..."

"But in a few decades... oh dear, a few decades... I guess I won't be able to see you all reunite by then."

"It's alright, I'll bring your coffin over then—by the way, you have a coffin made, right?"

"No, for us people in the mobile city, the only options are to scatter ashes or leave behind ashes. I'd be perfectly content if you just helped me bring the urn there!"

On the afternoon of the 24th, at Jack's house, it was the same time as when Mette was taking her usual walk outside.

Yang Hao was drinking with Jack, reminiscing about their escape from United City years ago. The conversation drifted from their escape to Margarita, and then to this event decades later.

Holding a beer, Jack lamented that he might not live to see that day, while Yang Hao, also drinking beer, grinned mischievously and offered to help him bring his coffin or urn. Jack couldn't understand why Yang Hao, who was also destined for a short life, had such confidence, but he didn't intend to. Yang Hao didn't explain to Jack why he could live forever, because he knew Jack didn't want to.

Jack is a very traditional Fonhooves. In his worldview, everyone is born to die, and a short lifespan of a few decades is most appropriate for him—because what he looks forward to most is the day when he has a happy family and can pass away peacefully in bed with his family by his side.

He didn't want to live that long, because he would have to watch his friends, wife, children, and even his children's children die.

Although Yang Hao suspected he might be put to death in bed by his wife, Vayvan, before dying of old age, who knew what would actually happen? He knew his old friend didn't crave immortality; he just wanted an ordinary, simple life. He wouldn't force his friend to live forever just to satisfy his own desire to "have a friend." After all, that's how friends should be.

..

After another can of beer, the two grown men felt that drinking beer alone was pointless and they needed to find some snacks to go with it. Suddenly, Jack suggested that since they had run out of the barbecue skewers at home last time, they might as well eat some cheap, greasy food this time. It was the kind of cheap late-night snack they used to eat every night when they first met in Colombia.

You mean that one...?

"That's the one!"

"But the question is, drinking beer and eating fried rice?"

"What's wrong with that? We used to be starving before we got home from work at night, so fried rice was a good option."

Yang Hao and Jack used to eat out frequently, but back then, when they were short of money, a large, delicious, and filling late-night snack was the best.

Colombian long-grain rice with fried eggs is the best choice. It's savory and filling, and perfect for pairing with drinks.

But the problem is...

Yang Hao turned around and looked at the three unopened cases of beer. He scratched his head, indicating that if they really ate fried rice, the beer would probably last until next week.

"Then what do you want to eat? Sigh, I thought you were used to eating the food of the elite, and now you can't even eat fried rice." Jack shrugged, put on an apron, and seemed to be planning to make a midnight snack.

"I like everything except the sourness, okay? But if you're going to prepare it, then you can prepare it. Anyway, the food made by your Fengti tribe is pretty good... But speaking of which, I remember Mette doesn't cook?" Yang Hao blinked, looking at the apron Jack was wearing, then at the only apron hook in Jack's house, and suddenly realized something...

"Ugh."

Jack sighed sadly and said nothing.

"...family status?"

Yang Hao's gaze gradually shifted to pity. Seeing his old friend, who had lost a lot of weight, holding his lower back with one hand and clutching his stomach with the other, he understood.

"Sigh. Don't overthink it. Normally, Mette cooks—but after she got pregnant, the smells she smelled and the tastes she tasted were completely different... The doctor said it was a normal reaction, so in order to be able to eat normal food, instead of food that was either too salty or too sweet, I had to start cooking for myself again."

"Oh..."

"Hey, you! Get over here and help me!"

Yang Hao smiled and went over to help Jack prepare a late-night snack. He didn't look like a duke at all, and neither did Jack. These two men, whose social status was so different at this time, were still good friends, brothers, and best buddies.

This might be Yang Hao's only true friend from now on. The only true friend who stood by him through so many difficult years. He might make many friends in the future, but Jack is the only one he can completely set aside his pride and status for.

The two chatted happily, and before long, amidst their commotion, they had prepared a late-night snack.

While having a late-night snack and drinking beer, Jack suddenly started talking about Yang Hao's wife, the Duke of Koschche.

"But what exactly did you do in the past? I still can't figure out why a duke would approach you."

"Haha... Come to think of it, I was the one who approached her..."

"Huh? That's a little different from what I expected. But whatever, it's good that you're doing alright over there—I thought you were being taken in, but you were just going to be used like a beast of burden. But being used by the Duke, even if it's just paid for, at least your life is secure."

Jack is probably drunk. He was hiccuping while talking, but it will probably be a while before he completely blacks out.

Just as Yang Hao was awkwardly smiling and trying to explain how wonderful his life with Kosiché was, the sound of keys being turned on the door came from outside. Mette, who had just returned from her walk, greeted Yang Hao happily and came over, intending to join in the fun.

Chapter 233

6 month 27 day.

The Duke of Kosiché thought she had done enough. She solemnly received Captain Glamorgan, who had come again to request a deal, this time with more high-ranking officials, and told him that there had been a "contractual dispute" in her deal with the Colombian guest.

"Perhaps it's because their initial offer was a bit higher. But it doesn't matter, at least their current price is definitely lower than yours—however, considering they might drag it out for a few more days, I'll give you the opportunity to change your offer."

Seated on his high throne, Duke Koschche, chin in hand, addressed Captain Glamorgan and the unfamiliar soldier beside him, facing the diplomatic officials of the United City. Meanwhile, sitting beside his wife, Yang Hao was giving the man next to Captain Glamorgan a strange look.

He was a soldier dressed in general's uniform, exuding an aura of battle. And not just a soldier, according to the data of the "Puppet Stage," he was the supreme ruler of the United City, a being named "Caesar."

"This guy is the leader of the United City," Yang Hao whispered to Kosiché. "Getting this incredibly busy leader here... they're really desperate."

Kosiché didn't speak, he just nodded.

......

After a while, Mr. Caesar, the leader of the United City, spoke first on behalf of Captain Glamorgan, asking:

“I am Caesar, the current leader of the United City. Your Excellency Duke Koschche, I do not wish to waste time—please state your expected offer directly.”

As expected of seasoned soldiers, they showed no intention of continuing the haggling. Instead, they planned to exchange low prices and quickly trade the goods—though not a wise decision, it was the best one given the predicament of the United City.

Upon hearing this, Kosiché and Yang Hao exchanged a knowing glance. The couple immediately understood each other's thoughts—so after a moment's consideration, Kosiché squeezed Yang Hao's hand, signaling him to speak about the plan to be completed.

Since his wife had expressed this opinion, Yang Hao decided not to hold back. He smiled at Mr. Caesar and began to explain his requirements.

The first requirement.