My wife is an immortal black snake.

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In addition, you realize that the Gauls are not suited for any infiltration work. They are more like heavily armed assault troops, good at frontal assaults, but absolutely not good at infiltration. The leading officer, Napoleon, is an excellent artilleryman. If you have extra equipment for your mortar crew in the future, you can try to build him into a brand new "artillery unit".

They anticipated ending the battle within 60 minutes. Meanwhile, Mr. Joseph of the Administration Office had already ordered the tax collectors to keep track of the ill-gotten gains looted from the homes of the five nobles.

'I knew that name sounded familiar.' Effect: After recruiting the Gauls, gain a five-star artillery commander.

Overall, the events that refreshed this time were pretty good. Yang Hao could take a nap in the lounge and check back in an hour to see how the Gauls fared.

Was that Mr. Napoleon originally an artillery commander? But now, in the Duchy of Cosice, the only things related to "cannons" are mortars and naval guns.

“Monica—call me in an hour.”

"Yes, sir, please rest assured."

It seems that once that Wendigo scholar arrives, we can prioritize researching the new type of cannon after the development of civilian technology is completed? With this thought in mind, Yang Hao lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

The maid who shared the room with him silently swallowed, staring at his body, lost in thought.

Chapter 111

"...My lord? My lord?"

Monica called out softly, but the man lying on the single bed in front of her, who was clearly too tired to stay awake, was not someone who could be awakened by a mere call.

To wake him up, you should at least shove him a few times, or perhaps make a louder noise? Monica shook her head. She didn't intend to wake him up now, after all, the Gauls hadn't even been gone for 10 minutes.

Waking the adult now would only make him more tired, so let's leave it at that.

Monica covered Yang Hao with the blanket, but as she did so, her gaze lingered on his inner lining for a while.

She felt her cheeks burning unnaturally... She quickly covered the adult with the blanket and then hurried away from him to avoid doing anything indecent.

"Ugh... those two are really something..." Monica blushed and complained softly. "At least consider how I feel living in the next room... I have to go in and clean up every night... sigh."

Monica initially thought she could tolerate it. After all, it was just a normal part of a couple's life, and as a maid, she could simply ignore it and focus on doing her job.

but.

Who could possibly resist that?

One or two days is fine, but every day when she goes in to pack things up, it's always Monica!

Although sometimes she saw the two adults sleeping peacefully in each other's arms, more often than not, Monica saw Lord Yang Hao dozing off while Lord Koschche was still doing his job with ease.

Naturally, Monica began to worry about Yang Hao's health. This worry, once it started, naturally led her to pay attention to every aspect of him, and before Monica even realized it, she was already captivated by him.

If Koschke were here, he'd probably laugh and say, "That's normal." After all, to this Black Serpent who already sees her husband through rose-tinted glasses, he truly is such an outstanding man—after all, how many people his age can shoulder heavy responsibilities while not neglecting their family, entrusting trustworthy people to others, joking with the maid at home, hiding work stress to avoid negatively impacting their family relationships, and nurturing their marital bond amidst family life?

How many men like this can you find in this world—mature and reliable, who might make silly mistakes at times, still fond of his first love, and value his friends? So it's quite normal for Monica to be attracted to him—if she were here, she'd probably already be giving Monica some psychological counseling.

But Koschche wasn't here... So, Monica, still just an ordinary young girl, though somewhat knowledgeable about matters of the heart, and unsure of her own feelings, could only sit on a chair in the corner of the room, muttering complaints about those things while also daydreaming...

In her eyes, was Lord Yang Hao really that tall? Actually, Monica wasn't quite sure... her deepest understanding of Yang Hao was limited to the fact that he was a pervert with a peculiar interest in the Kuranta people. Did she want to understand more about this man, whom she would later need to take care of? Of course she did. But as the head maid, she didn't seem to have the right to.

And the thought that this person would one day join the ranks of the immortals... Monica's initial burning desire to learn more cooled instantly. After all, the immortals... it's quite normal for them to outlive several short-lived ones. If she didn't want to leave any scars or resentment in the person's heart, maintaining a distance like this should be fine.

"...I wonder if what Lord Koschche said...is true."

Recalling the advice Koschke had asked her for in the room earlier... Monica sighed, wondering if what she said was true or false.

"—Ah, Lord Yang Hao, your sleeping posture...sigh. If we don't check on you, you're going to fall off..."

The young girl, filled with the joy of first love, gazed at the wretched sleeping posture of the person she was to serve.

Meanwhile, the Gauls had made all the necessary preparations to raid the noble mansion.

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

"Chris! Is this our target?"

"If the map is correct, that should be the case."

Chris led his team to the outside of the first aristocratic mansion. It was an apartment-style mansion located in the most bustling part of the commercial district, but perhaps because the city's economy had been so sluggish recently, there wasn't a single pedestrian on the street, even late at night.

Chris initially thought the city was under curfew—but then he realized that didn't make sense. If it were a curfew, there should be soldiers and police on the streets... but never mind.

There's not much point in thinking about these things now. He lowered his head and wiped his knight's sword with a cloth. After confirming several times that his men had completed their battle preparations, he ordered them to approach the building, ready to launch a major attack.

"Let's go, stop dawdling! This building is close to residential areas, and we can't use bombs if we don't want to hurt innocent people."

"I understand. But Chris, does this building have a back door?"

“There should be. You take some men and go around through the alley to block all possible entrances and exits—and the two of you go to the sewers. Maybe the hole connecting their toilet to the sewers is big enough that they can escape from there.”

"learn."

Chris assigned all the tasks to his men. Soon, the Gallic warriors, having removed their weapons from their backs, efficiently surrounded all the entrances and exits of the noble mansion. Although there were only 20 of them, 20 warriors should be more than capable of taking down the dozens of unarmed civilians inside.

In truth, Chris had always been puzzled as to why the duke would issue an order to kill his own subordinate nobles... After all, no matter how corrupt the lower-ranking nobles were, they were still his subordinates. To slaughter even one's own subordinates... Chris couldn't understand it, at least not now.

Perhaps it was because the most corrupt nobles in his mind were nothing more than greedy for money?

...

The Gallic warriors prepared to force their way through. Chris waved his hand, and the Gallic warriors standing on either side of the door immediately raised their battle axes and warhammers.

【Boom! 】

A warrior wielding a battle axe smashed the lock on the door with a single blow, followed by a warrior wielding a warhammer who smashed the seemingly ordinary door open. Amidst screams from within, the Gallic warriors leaped in, killing everything in their path.

They were very efficient; Chris had only waited outside for less than four minutes before the Gallic warriors had almost wiped out everyone—but the warriors' reports contained many noteworthy details: for example, the slaughtered servants looked more like lumps of earth; for example, some rooms still contained bloody shackles; for example, even though it was late at night, the nobles were not in their bedrooms—their bedrooms had a hidden elevator leading underground.

"...Underground? Down there in five minutes. Also, send two people to support our companions in the sewers." Chris frowned. This didn't seem like the style of an ordinary nobleman—even the most corrupt minor nobleman couldn't possibly have enough money to convert his bedroom into an elevator.

And if he wasn't mistaken, the nobleman's bedroom should be on the fifth floor? The elevator on the fifth floor leads downstairs, and no one else noticed it along the way... Doesn't that mean that the elevator leads underground?

The underground of the mobile city? The warehouse area...hmm...probably not. The warehouse area is heavily guarded; it's impossible for someone to occupy it and use it as their private property. So, it must be a secret room built between the warehouse area and the drainage layer?

Chris fell into deep thought. Soon after, the Gallic warriors forcibly broke down the elevator doors, shutting it down. They then simply grabbed the cables and jumped downwards, quickly reaching the underground level—an elevator shaft inside a well-hidden, secret room.

The soldiers frowned; the stench of blood and excrement emanating from the secret chamber was unmistakable, even to veterans who had seen the most brutal battlefields. One of the soldiers, who had once protected some impoverished Gallic compatriots in this relatively safe city, suddenly remarked, "This seems to be the smell of slaves..."

"I remember the smell, the stench of blood left from being whipped, the stench of having to relieve myself on the spot because I was confined to my cell... and the smell of rotting food..."

"...grass."

The other soldiers who came down with them immediately realized what was happening. They pried open the elevator doors and then kicked away the barricade that was supposed to be blocking their way.

The Gallic warrior at the front, after dodging a crossbow bolt that seemed to come from nowhere, was shocked by what he saw: This wasn't some secret chamber; this was an underground concentration camp!

Large numbers of naked slaves were imprisoned in metal cages that were only big enough for them to sit in. They included men and women, Ursus and Felin. Some Gallic warriors were even shocked to find some of their compatriots there as well—their eyes were lifeless, their bodies covered with bloody welts from whippings, and some even had QR codes printed on their shoulders representing merchandise.

"What the hell!"

The Gallic warriors roared as they dodged the crossbow bolts fired from afar, or simply used their sturdy armor to block them. After slaughtering several noble guards at the end of the road, they kicked open the door and hacked the two nobles huddled in the corner of the room to pieces, still not satisfied.

But what good is it if they're still not satisfied? All they can do now is send people out to meet their compatriots outside while trying to rescue the slaves inside.

... ...

A few minutes later.

"What? An underground slave market? And our own people? This..."

Chris was stunned when he received the news on the surface. But he quickly came to his senses—his immediate priority was to rescue the refugees underground, but the question was, how?

Chris knew perfectly well that the Lil's Tavern couldn't possibly save that many people, but...

"...So you're done? This nobleman is a rascal who traffics in people. You should leave now; we'll deal with the slaves and refugees inside," Snake Scales, who appeared out of nowhere, said to Chris. Behind him were several Ursus policemen and what appeared to be tax accountants. "Don't ask too many questions. The lords won't take your refugees hostage; they're not worth it."

"...I see."

If the local hosts are willing to help, Chris doesn't need to say much.

He simply watched the warriors gradually emerge from the noble mansion, sighed heavily, briefly explained the aftermath to them, and then waved for them to return to their assembly.

... .....

Chris's squad killed all the members of the nobles who profited from human trafficking. Elsewhere, his companions were also working hard to complete their own tasks.

The Lyon squad, who were walking alongside him but heading to another area, were eliminating nobles smuggling illegal medical supplies. In the attic of that noble's house with a small courtyard, they found the poor test subject who had been used for drug trials. After confirming that the test subject, who had been ravaged by anesthesia, various hormones, and all sorts of strange drugs and was in a state of delirium, could not be recovered, they killed him and took the body away, hoping to at least find the unfortunate man's name and relatives so that they could give them an explanation.

The two Gallic squads that set off on foot completed their mission flawlessly. What about the remaining three squads? They didn't encounter any major difficulties, except...

[Event: Bomb]

The Gauls decided to blow open a secret chamber with bombs, but they seemed to have miscalculated the required explosive yield... The bombs not only blew up the resisting nobles inside, but also sent the building's supporting pillars flying. Fortunately, the Gauls ran fast enough that, apart from the collapsed building and a few people suffering minor abrasions from falling bricks, there were no major losses.

However, the collapsed houses will severely impact the speed at which government personnel can recover ill-gotten gains... The money you need may have to wait a while longer.

Wake up!

"...Forehead?"

Startled awake from his dream by the sudden announcement, Yang Hao rubbed his eyes sleepily and noticed that he seemed to be resting his head on a very warm and soft place.

He opened his eyes and found that the world before him not only had an unfamiliar ceiling, but also Monica's face.

Chapter 112

"Good morning, Monica."

“It’s 12:40 a.m., sir. Your sleeping posture was really terrible. I had no choice but to do this so you could sleep better.” Monica sighed helplessly and gestured for Yang Hao to look at his sleeping posture. “Although I understand that you can’t live without Lord Koschche, at least try to be a little more tolerant when you’re taking a nap outside, okay?”

"Huh? I'm a terrible sleeping posture, aren't I? How do I look at it—ah..."

Yang Hao originally wanted to refute this, saying, how could his sleeping posture be bad? If his sleeping posture were bad, Koschche would have complained to him long ago, wouldn't he?

But when he tried to sit up and take a good look at his posture, he realized that he was lying sideways on the bed. If Monica hadn't brought over a chair and sat on it, using her thighs as a pillow for him... well, his head would probably have hit the floorboards by now.

Even a seven-year-old would be better at this position... Sigh, why did it turn out like this? Yang Hao was completely baffled, but for the sake of work, he quickly put the question out of his mind—after all, only Monica and Koschche saw his sleeping posture, and both of them were people he trusted. Why should he worry that they would make fun of his sleeping posture and let it become the talk of the town?

However, an apology is still necessary, since Monica is certainly unable to get proper rest because of what I did...

“Sorry, Monica. Ouch—I’ll get up first… Let’s go outside and wait for them to come back.”

"Yes. But sir, please wait a moment."

"what?"

He blinked and decided to follow Monica's advice. Then, he saw Monica take out a handkerchief and a small spray bottle. After slightly wetting the handkerchief with water from the spray bottle, Monica brought the damp handkerchief over and wiped Yang Hao's mouth and cheeks.

She didn't seem to realize that her actions made their relationship seem very close. And then again, even through the seemingly simple maid outfit... Yang Hao could see the beautiful curves of Monica's body outlined by the clothes.

As expected of someone from Ursus? At least Yang Hao thought Monica's figure was better than Koschich's, right? Well... at least better than Koschich's body, that girl from Film.

"Alright, sir, you look your best now—we can go out."

"Yeah. Thank you."

"No need for that. I am your maid, it is my duty."

She smiled and lowered her head, helping Yang Hao sit up properly from the bed. After putting on his boots, the two of them left the lounge. Outside, they could already see three Gallic squads gathering and waiting for orders.

Yang Hao snapped his fingers, then asked Paul, who had appeared behind him:

"How are these three teams?"

Paul nodded, took out the data that had been assessed three times, and explained:

"The two foot squads did a perfect job. They destroyed the smugglers of illegal medicines and the smugglers of human traffickers. I had the Scales, government officials, and police handle the aftermath. If you have any other arrangements for those slaves, you can make those changes now."

"And they even rescued the slaves?"

"Yes, those slaves were probably destined for the neighboring Duchy of Nikolai... Many of them were citizens who had become homeless due to the economic crisis, and a few were Gauls."

"...How will the police handle this afterward?"

“Provide them with medical care, and let them leave once they are able to move on their own,” Paul answered truthfully. “As for where they will go after they leave? I don’t know.”

“That won’t do. If those poor homeless people are just left on the streets after their medical treatment, they’ll either become unemployed or troublemakers who could destabilize the city. There’s very little chance they’ll find work and settle down.” Yang Hao shook his head, gesturing for Paul to write down some of his improvement measures: “Just—just after their medical treatment, arrange for them to live in dormitories or something similar. They shouldn’t accept free handouts. Instead, once they’ve recovered and are able to work, they should take on some of the work we arrange to pay off their debts, while also thinking carefully about their future. That’s it. Anyway, we’ll do the same for other unemployed people.”

"Understood. And the rest?"

"Tell me how the rest of the Gauls fared."

...

Paul described the situation of the third squad and their achievements. How to put it? Should I say the Gallic warriors truly lived up to their name? Their way of thinking was very direct, and they indeed only tried to avoid damaging the structure of buildings when given a choice...

In other words, the third Gallic squad faced what they considered a situation of "no choice." At the time, they were responsible for the most complex terrain of a noble mansion. After finally taking down the guards and some bandits who were robbing the people, they discovered that the noble lords had already hidden in a secret room and refused to come out no matter what.

To make matters worse, the Gauls had nothing to threaten the nobleman inside the secret chamber except bombs. With time ticking away and they fearing they would be late, the Gauls decided to blow the man inside into the air!

...

However, their yield estimate seemed to be a bit off. They overestimated the structural stability of the nobleman's building and underestimated the power of the bombs they had... In short, when the Serpent Scales arrived at the scene with bewildered government officials and police, all they saw was a cloud of dust and the former nobleman's mansion reduced to rubble.