My wife is an immortal black snake.

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When Yang Hao finally arrived back at Miss Teresa's office after many twists and turns...

Looking at the little pony slumped in the chair, munching on fruit and doing nothing, Yang Hao had a long-lost feeling of wonder: "Is this what you do when I'm not around?"

He wasn't just confused; he said it aloud—and Miss Theresa simply rolled her eyes at Yang Hao's confusion:

"What can I do? Those messages won't arrive for a while—or are you trying to do something unspeakable with me, boss?"

"...Tsk tsk."

He walked up to Theresa, pulled the idle Kuranta girl to her feet, and suggested that if she had nothing to do, she might as well accompany him to the university.

"Hey? Boss, can't you go by yourself?!"

"No matter what, I'd get scolded if I went without any guards. Besides, Sonia is taking care of the child right now, so it's even more inappropriate for me to ask her for help."

"Sigh... at least let me change my clothes first, okay? Hurry up and get out, let me change my clothes first."

Then the Duke was kicked out by his own pony. He stood bewildered in front of Teresa's locked office door, wondering what would happen if the pony dared to do this now!

This was intolerable—just as Mr. Yang Hao was filled with a strange impulse to barge in and display his power as the host, Teresa came out again.

She changed her clothes, but it was really just adding a jacket over her original outfit. Where it should be a pencil skirt, it was still a pencil skirt; where it should be stockings, it was still stockings.

But was she wearing a little light makeup? Yang Hao curiously reached out and pinched the little pony's cheek, which seemed to have a touch of blush, but when he gently stroked it—there was no powdery feel to it.

"...Let me make this clear beforehand, boss—you shouldn't do this in public no matter what." Little Colt was clearly unhappy with Yang Hao's actions; her blush deepened. "I don't want to lose face in public..."

"So you mean it's okay to do it in a private place?"

"..."

Yang Hao's words left Teresa speechless.

After a moment, seeing that Theresa really didn't want to say anything more, Yang Hao just smiled, let go of her hand, and led Theresa toward his newly established university.

The new university is about a half-hour drive from the Lubyanka Grand Hotel. It's an enormous building, constructed by drones assigned by the National Policy Tree—but despite its size, it's incomplete in many ways. It's hardly a "complete" facility; it's more like a prototype...

Yang Hao called the university "Miskatonic University," or "Miskatonic University" for short. Theresa always felt that the name of the university was very unlucky, but after all, it was her boss's university, so she didn't have the right to express her opinion.

"In short, I plan to make this university a comprehensive university... but right now it seems there are not many usable spaces, and we won't have many students coming here for a long time to come."

"That's for sure, considering the current situation in Ursus...sigh. But more importantly, boss—this architectural style is so strange..."

"I think it's okay."

Reaching out to gently stroke the silvery-white, futuristic wall, and looking at the blue circuitry visible through the transparent alloy, Yang Hao thought to himself that this didn't seem to be any ordinary material. He then took out the [Puppet Stage] to see what was going on.

It would have been better if he hadn't looked; once he did, Yang Hao understood what it meant to "waste resources."

"...Tsk tsk."

"boss?"

Materials: Nanorobots

Your university is entirely constructed of nanobots—but unfortunately, you have no control over them, and even more unfortunately, your drones, seeing that you can't control them, end up using them as rubble.

'...If I can't use them, can't I at least have a chance to store them?'

Nanorobots—they're nanorobots, for crying out loud!

The thing that saved me 200 years of hard work is just gone like this...

The thought that his hand had just brushed against the body of a nanobot made Yang Hao's heart clench with pain...

He felt sorry for the expensive materials, for the drones that had lost their power and were now useless, and even more sorry for the fact that the universities built with nanomaterials for the drones were only partially usable!

Miss Elegy! Was this really necessary?!

He sighed heavily, took the pony's arm by the elbow, and, amidst her hurried cries, simply led her on a walk around the entire university.

Apart from a few staff members setting up classrooms and adding textbooks to the library, there weren't many people around in the newly built university.

Yang Hao and Teresa walked through several teaching buildings and dormitories, but they only encountered fewer than ten staff members during their long walk.

It was so quiet here, so incredibly quiet—if Teresa hadn't been there, Yang Hao would have really felt like he was all alone in the world.

“The soundproofing here is really good,” he said to Theresa, pointing to the campus wall at the edge of the university. “That area is actually a bustling commercial district, but now you can’t hear any noise here… I think at least in the future my people will be able to attend classes here quietly without being disturbed too much.”

"Yes, yes, but more importantly, boss, where should we go next?" Theresa rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, "You've built this university, but I don't need it. You might as well just take me somewhere else to play." "We've been to pretty much everything we could. The other places just look like ordinary teaching buildings—or do you suddenly want to go inside and take a look?"

"No, no, knowing the general layout is enough. I'd like to take a look at the rest after the students come in."

"So?"

"Let's go back. We also need to talk about some work-related matters for a while."

"...Boss, could you please stop nagging me like that...?"

"Oh? I thought you liked it?"

"..."

It seems she really likes it, but Teresa is not like Koschei—Koschei doesn't care at all about showing off in front of outsiders, while Teresa is more concerned about her image.

So after thinking it over, Yang Hao decided to let Teresa go—but what about next time?

That's hard to say.

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More than an hour later, the master and servant finally dawdled back to their office at the Lubyanka Grand Hotel and sat down again.

After preparing a cup of black tea for Yang Hao, Teresa sat down opposite him. She presented him with some recent intelligence, but it was of no use to Yang Hao whatsoever.

“Look—whether it’s the situation in Casimir or any other intelligence, it all boils down to one sentence: Casimir is doomed. Unless they get support.” Theresa shrugged at the map of her homeland. “Especially with Letania also preparing to join the war—and my sisters haven’t sent back any important information. All I know is that Colombia isn’t really united internally.”

"Internal disunity can be considered a breakthrough point for us - let me explain what happened."

"In short..."

Theresa explained that one of the most important reasons for the current disunity within Colombia is the tense relationship between the leader of this operation, "K," and the heads of the various states that were not involved in the operation.

"That Lady K considers herself the guardian of Columbia—whether that title is meaningful or not is another matter. The city lords and governors who are holding this old woman back are capitalists who only care about making money. They think they can't get anything out of getting involved in this war in Kazimierz, so they are being passive and dragging things out as much as possible."

"Hmm... the capitalist style is very similar to the capitalist companies in Kazimierz right now. What else?"

"In addition, there is the disagreement between the Colombian troops at the front and the cities following behind. On the one hand, the troops seem to want to advance faster to achieve greater results—but on the other hand, the cities want to be more cautious, lest they suddenly go too deep and leave nothing behind."

"What is the meaning of the debate between the moderates and the militants?" Yang Hao nodded thoughtfully, thinking that it was indeed easy to understand.

So, what about beyond that?

"...And then there's the matter of Kazimir."

Theresa's eyes dimmed slightly, and then she sighed heavily. Seeing her sudden drop in mood, Yang Hao's eyes darted around, and finally, to Theresa's bewilderment, he gestured for her to come over.

Teresa did as she was told, completely bewildered, and then screamed as Yang Hao pulled her into his arms and held her in his lap.

"Although I don't quite understand why you always seem so down when you raise Kazimierz, my little pony, as long as you can bring me something good, I don't mind doing something for you, understand?"

Yang Hao forcefully pressed the pony onto his lap. He felt that Teresa's tail was not like a cat's tail; the constant thrashing and flicking of its fur gave him a stimulation that surpassed that of a cat's tail.

Furthermore, Theresa's body didn't resemble Kosich's current physique; it was more like Monica's mature form, and she was rather heavy to hold. However, Yang Hao also liked this voluptuous figure, and most importantly—whether it was due to her race or because Theresa had worked out, her thighs and buttocks were very firm.

"Boss, boss..."

Finally, Theresa, held in Yang Hao's arms, finished her work. Even without looking, Yang Hao knew that Theresa's face was now as red as lacquer—this girl really liked this kind of forceful approach.

"So tell me what you want to do when you're ready, okay?"

Yang Hao gently nibbled on the tip of her ear. Now is not the time.

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9 month 16 day.

Margarita was completely bewildered when she was betrayed by her own teacher.

"Teacher, this—"

"Hehe, don't say anything. Our next lesson needs to be tested on the battlefield—and Margarita, you're happy about the weapon change, aren't you?"

"but..."

"Don't worry, it's just going to Kazimierz. It's very safe there. Those knights are nothing special."

"but..."

"obedient."

"Yes..."

Actually, it wasn't really a sale; it was part of the "teaching" process. And Lady Northum didn't just throw the course out and forget about it—she remained by Margarita's side, supervising Margarita's lessons while also trying to figure out why the Duke who was now supporting the Regent was interfering in the Kazimierz War.

In the last couple of days, she has finally figured out why the Regent of Kazdel has so many achievements and resources, and she has also figured out what happened in the Ursus Empire that led to the need for Sarkaz mercenaries' assistance. But even after figuring out the reasons for doing so, Ms. Northrend thinks she still needs to find out what kind of person that is.

Here it's worth mentioning that Ms. Norson's understanding of Yang Hao was entirely based on Margarita's descriptions. Of course, she also admitted that she had many misunderstandings from the beginning—such as the idea that he was a pervert who preyed on infants under the age of 30.

Even after these misunderstandings were cleared up, Ms. Northumber still felt uneasy. After all, Margarita's love for him blinded her to the man's flaws or terrifying aspects, and as her teacher, Ms. Northumber felt she should take the place of Margarita's deceased parents and thoroughly examine the man's character.

If things get really bad, then it wouldn't hurt to just secretly take Margarita away. If there's really no problem, then let Margarita try her best to sleep with that man in front of that dead black snake as soon as possible, to solidify everything—then, after ending her job as a teacher, Ms. Northumen can finally find a place to settle down again and enjoy a leisurely life.

But then again, what about that cell phone? Ms. Norson couldn't figure out what it was, so she quickly gave up on it.

She helped Margarita prepare her new weapon, and watched as the obedient girl, who was no different from her own daughter, awkwardly disassembled the pulley of the Thor Industries-made crossbow, and then pulled up the string by hand... Her lips twitched.

I have no idea what Margarita drank to grow up... Unlike ordinary blood demons who have to drink blood to survive, she's also much stronger than me—after all, Lady Northumen is one of the strongest blood demons, but even she couldn't cock the heavy crossbow in Margarita's hands after removing the pulleys...

It's safe to say that Margarita is at least capable enough now, but she still needs to work on her understanding of social dynamics and interpersonal conflicts.

"Teacher, I'm ready."

Just as Ms. Northumbers was lost in thought, Margarita was already prepared.

Ms. Norson snapped out of her daze and took another look at her precious child's condition.

Hmm, not bad—although she only changed her weapon, Margarita looks much better now than when we first met.

Although she still looks a bit silly, at least for now, the determination in her eyes is enough to make Ms. Northumbery happy.

"Let's go then. We're expected to be in Kazimierz for our first practical lesson in five days... Although I won't let you die, at the very least you have to be serious, okay?"

"Yes!"

Ms. Northumbria rubbed Margarita's pointed ears. Then, the two Blood Demons, carrying their respective equipment, left their temporary quarters to report to the Regent's security company's assembly point.

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And the other side.

Ursus, within the Duchy of Kosiché.

As the current Speaker of the Imperial Council, Mr. Yang Hao, after selecting some cabinet members for His Majesty the Emperor who he considered to have "higher stats in the puppet stage," began to worry about the work ahead.

"In conclusion... the eradication of the remnants of the Sherlock Holmes nightclub gang is finally complete. The next step is to allow the army to rest and recuperate while protecting the people and rebuilding their homes..."

"But many cities have suffered permanent damage, and we don't have enough people to rebuild them."

"Ugh."

"So, my dear husband, what are you going to do?"

Um, Your Majesty?

Could you possibly consider... the feelings of my wife who's about to explode?

Feeling the stimulation from the Emperor's fingers on his thigh, and looking at the Emperor's gradually swelling belly, Yang Hao felt extremely bitter—he was truly bitter, especially when he noticed that Kosichek's gaze towards him was dull and lifeless, as if he were looking at a dead man.

In this situation, only the innocent and adorable Hela could heal Yang Hao's wounded heart. However, during work hours, when Hela accompanied Sonia's mother to play around, all Yang Hao could get was the disdain and hints from the head maid, Monica.

Sigh, my status in the family is getting lower and lower. I have to think of a way, I really have to think of a way—

Yang Hao racked his brains, and in the end, the only thing he could think of was to improve his status in the family by perfectly resolving the matter concerning Kazimir.

He doesn't expect to surpass everyone, but at the very least...

Shouldn't my status be a bit higher than the bed at home?

Yang Hao would never forget, even in his death, that last night, when he was being ravaged by Kosiché, the head maid wasn't worried about his health, but rather that the custom-made bed in his bedchamber might be damaged as a result...

"Sigh..." He sighed, looking at the map on the table with a worried expression. He gathered the flags representing the army together and then selected a few representative units. "The Hundred-Battle Vanguard and the Shield Guard... Hmm? I think I've heard the name Helag before. Your Majesty, could you lend me some of them?"

"What in this empire can't you borrow now? Just send a message to the general over there in my name."