My wife is an immortal black snake.

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So when Kal'tsit asked whether the research slots would affect their thinking, Yang Hao truthfully answered no. Isn't that perfectly reasonable?

Because it was the truth, Yang Hao's natural answer left Kal'tsit unable to find even the slightest flaw in it.

She had come to accept Yang Hao's explanation... however, she still had many questions to ask.

“I believe you; you don’t seem to be deceiving me. So, Mr. Yang Hao, I have another question—Head Maid Monica previously told me that my work might involve your special forces? Could you tell me what they are?” She glanced at Monica standing behind Yang Hao, and after noticing that Monica, whose name had been mentioned, was also looking at her, she nodded. “This is to avoid future trouble.”

"Oh, Monica? Didn't you explain this to Ms. Kal'tsit?"

Unfortunately, I only explained the [creed] to her.

"That's it..."

Yang Hao's lips twitched. He wondered why Monica couldn't explain everything about the secret forces. But he didn't blame Monica. After all, she probably didn't know how many people Kal'tsit would contact later either.

However, it seems that Yang Hao did reveal some things that Kal'tsit could know.

"First—it's the creed Monica mentioned. It's an intelligence unit made up of Kurantas. You'll know who it is when you see a bunch of blond, shameless Kurantas."

"...A simple and easy-to-understand braiding technique." Kal'tsit's lips twitched slightly, seemingly surprised that Yang Hao would give Creed such a rating.

"The second is the regular army called the Knights Templar. They are Gauls, wearing Gallic armor, carrying Gallic weapons, and speaking a Gallic language, as you should already know."

“It’s very conspicuous; I can tell that.” She blinked, surprised that this territory was connected to a vanished empire.

“The third one is—a special unit called [R'lyeh]. Lady Kal'tsit, do you know the Deepsea Hunters?” Skipping over the existence of the serpent scales, Yang Hao hesitated for a moment before mentioning this. After all, he wasn't entirely sure how bad the relationship between the Deepsea Hunters and the Inlanders was… but he still said it.

"...I think I know them pretty well." Faced with Yang Hao's explanation, Kal'tsit felt dizzy again: those deep-sea hunters were not just passing through this territory, but were actually part of it?

Deepsea hunters, Gauls, and Kurantas from Kazimir—is this your territory the Scarred Market of Kazdel? A place where almost every race and nation can get involved?

And let's talk about that neighboring city, the United City...? That independent city that seceded from Colombia, and you, a Colombian immigrant... Never mind, just tell me directly: are there any Yan people here? Are there any Victorians here? And are there any Sarkaz people here?

That really completes it—really.

Although there may be a few less.

"That's good then—R'lyeh is made up of deep-sea hunters, so you can get to know each other and have a drink or something."

"...Yes. Then I'll take my leave."

She sighed heavily, turned, and left. She needed some time to calm down, relax, and then rationally consider what was really going on with this territory.

Watching Kal'tsit's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Yang Hao scratched his head and shrugged at his wife and head maid: "Um, did I do something wrong?"

“No, not at all.” His wife shook her head, looking at Kal’tsit in the distance with a hint of amusement. “It’s just that what you’re saying is a bit too much information for this Ms. Kal’tsit, who looks quite old.”

“Yes. Lord Yang Hao, have you forgotten how strange it looks when these three troops are combined?” Head Maid Monica smiled, walked behind Yang Hao, and reached out to tidy his hair.

"...what?"

"It's the now-defunct Gallo-Empire, former spies from Casimir, and even unknown deep-sea hunters from the coast. Sigh... It's really strange for a knowledgeable researcher to have these three different people come together to form your and Lord Kosiché's special force."

"Alright, I understand... But speaking of which, I'm going to prepare for burning down the council tomorrow."

"Yes. Lord Koschche and I will wait for your return."

The head maid nodded, and Kosichrie, watching their intimate interaction, felt a sudden urge to record the scene and send it to the little bat.

Chapter 241

7 month 1 day.

Just as Yang Hao was preparing to go to work at Saint-Germain Castle, he received a message from His Majesty the Emperor—the content of the message was nothing special.

One thing I told him was to make sure he brought extra guards when he came over. The other thing I told him was not to bring any personal items, just some changes of clothes.

"Hmm...then I should be able to reduce the amount of luggage I have."

Surely His Majesty has arranged a fine place for me? Yang Hao nodded contentedly, then lightly tapped the ground with his cane. The head maid appeared in the mirror under the desk in front of him. She was squatting there, seemingly doing something.

"...Monica?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Um, I wanted to ask, what were you doing crouching under my desk?" Yang Hao looked down, examining the space under his desk—it was spacious enough for a person to curl up and lie down. And it was very well hidden...

Monica, you wouldn't happen to be...

Just as Yang Hao's gaze gradually shifted from doubt to certainty, Monica, who was squatting there, simply took out her hand. In her hand was a rag, which was wet and very dirty.

"Simply put, to avoid disturbing your work, I will be cleaning your office in front of the mirror. Is there any problem?"

"No, it's nothing..."

It seems I was overthinking things. Taking a few steps back in his chair, Yang Hao looked up at the ceiling, thinking that since becoming a superior person, his thoughts had become quite filthy. He needed to correct this, he absolutely had to!

Otherwise, how can he set an example for others in the future? He sighed, completely unaware of the regretful expression on the head maid Monica's face as she emerged from under the table: she had originally planned to do something secretly before Lord Yang Hao left, but now, it was probably impossible.

However, there would be plenty of time to do so later... So, Head Maid Monica quickly calmed herself down, brushed the dust off her maid uniform, and stood beside Yang Hao, waiting for his instructions.

"Yes, Monica? Could you help me rearrange the luggage I need to take to Saint-Germain? I need to bring some of the Gauls and Deepsea Hunters who came back this afternoon, but I only need to bring a change of clothes and some cash."

"The cash is the previously agreed-upon pure gold, but are you only bringing a change of clothes?" Monica blinked, thinking that although the master didn't seem to need much, bringing only a change of clothes might be too little. "Sir, don't you need to bring any auxiliary items?"

"I'll bring the essentials like the first-aid kit. But let's try not to bring anything for luxuries."

"Yes, I understand."

Head Maid Monica nodded with some confusion and began to arrange Yang Hao's luggage.

To be honest, Yang Hao's initial luggage wasn't actually that much. At least, in Monica's eyes, it really wasn't much.

The cash you might need to go to Saint-Germain Castle is a whole trunk of pure gold.

Two sets each of the following: a Victorian-style grey suit, everyday casual wear, and Ursus-style aristocratic attire.

There are also items to provide adults with various forms of enjoyment: such as high-end incense, massage devices, or other similar items.

Now that Yang Hao says there's no need to prepare any daily necessities, Monica can only regretfully cancel the unnecessary items like incense—she originally hoped Yang Hao could have a comfortable journey, but seeing the adults' situation, she can only express her regret.

"Besides that, sir, necessary medical supplies, food, and other things... even after including everything, there's still plenty of space in the vehicles for transporting your goods, isn't there?"

"Well, then bring more money. We might need it if we burn down the council."

"Yes."

Does it mean buying incendiary materials or something similar? Monica smiled and arranged for more red gold for Lord Yang Hao.

She quickly finished her work. She submitted her improved plan to Yang Hao for review, and after receiving the adult's praise, Monica's mood improved more and more.

She looked around for a while, and knowing that even Lord Kosiché wouldn't be looking for him during this time, she gently sat on the armrest of Yang Hao's chair, leaned against him, and while helping him straighten his clothes, she also engaged in their usual intimate contact.

"Monica? You can come anytime, there's no need to prepay for everything, is there?" Letting Monica rub against him, Yang Hao patted her back and smiled helplessly, "It's not like Kosiche... I understand that Kosiche can't come directly, but what's going on with you, Monica?"

“I’m your and Lord Koschei’s maid. If I could, I really wouldn’t want you or Lord Koschei to be out of my sight.” She leaned on Yang Hao’s shoulder and breathed a cold breath into his ear. “And even if I could go over anytime, I couldn’t take up your rest time, could I? Hmm, I’ll be at your beck and call anytime… but I won’t disturb your rest, okay? I’m very clear about that.”

"Hehe...my good maid."

She seemed ready. Yang Hao also objected. As master and maid, their relationship was, in a sense, as unbreakable as that between Yang Hao and Koschei. After overcoming the final hurdle of reason with Koschei's help, the two no longer needed to be reserved—they embraced each other, and Monica gently completed the final service.

Unlike Koschich, who was overly excited and only cared about his own exploitation, Monica was gentle and earnest. She never made Yang Hao feel uncomfortable, and similarly, she was very good at hiding her dissatisfaction from him. If his initial encounters with Koschich required Yang Hao to rack his brains to coordinate with both sides, then his encounters with Monica were incredibly pleasant, like soaking in warm water—soothing and comforting.

He could do whatever he wanted, simply because Monica could gently accommodate all his thoughts—but going too far wasn't good either. Yang Hao knew very well that the gentler and more tolerant a girl was, the more he could drive her crazy, and the more his honest man would unleash his power, leaving Yang Hao himself in a miserable situation.

So... he did indeed make Monica feel comfortable.

Finally, he sat in a chair, gazing at the ceiling in contemplation like a sage, while the maid, who had cleaned both of their clothes, knelt beside him, sucking on his fingers, appearing so obedient.

Chapter 242

On the afternoon of the 1st, after Mr. Napoleon returned to the Duchy with his troops, he presented Yang Hao with a list, a list recording the exact number and occupations of the Gauls he had brought back.

During this time, Mr. Napoleon searched for traces of his Gallic compatriots in other noble territories surrounding the Duchy of Cosice. Thanks to his good fortune, many Gallic people who had been hiding in the mountains or elsewhere, barely surviving, were helped before they starved to death. Among them, the closest Gallic settlements to the Duchy of Cosice were less than 10 kilometers from the city.

“Not all Gauls understand the languages ​​of other countries. And after what happened, many Gauls are hesitant to trust their lords—but I have brought them all back. My lord, while not all are warriors, I believe some skilled craftsmen can also provide you with a great deal of assistance.”

"Hmm... construction workers, former legionary soldiers, and some bakers... they are indeed useful people. But then again, Mr. Napoleon, what is this... a magician?"

Yang Hao was very satisfied with the people Mr. Napoleon brought back. About 4 Gauls had joined the Duchy of Cosice—and they all had their own professions and abilities, making them perfect for building a Gallo-style commercial street in the Duchy of Cosice.

Yang Hao simply couldn't understand what a unit called "Magician," which seemed to be a military profession, meant. He was very curious about it, and coincidentally, Napoleon had once been a member of the army—he should know what that represented, right?

“My lord, you can simply understand them as sorcerers in the army—but we Gaulish sorcerers are different from others. Before the purge, our army's sorcerers all gained powerful abilities because of that contract...and even now, that remains true.” As he said this, Mr. Napoleon seemed somewhat helpless and lost. Was it for his former homeland? Perhaps. “But as a price…magicians cannot fight continuously. Basically, after each battle, a substitute magician needs to take over their work.”

"So that means two shifts? One shift finishes, and then the other takes over? It seems these 12 people can be divided into a maximum of 6 combat teams? Hmm... do you know their combat methods?"

"Magicians can determine the attack coordinates for our artillery, and they also possess powerful Originium Arts that can make enemies within a certain range [vulnerable]. They also have the ability to strengthen our defenses and reduce our casualties. Overall, they are powerful support units."

“I understand. We can’t let them act alone…Alright, we’ll discuss the details when I get back—Mr. Napoleon, please select a portion of your elite troops; I need to take them with me when I go to Saint-Germain.”

"Yes."

Having accepted his mission, an exhausted Mr. Napoleon left Yang Hao's office. Shortly after Mr. Napoleon left, Ms. Sonia, who had finished preparing for her departure, also arrived.

She knocked familiarly and then pushed the door open, entering the office. She stopped about three meters away from Yang Hao. She curiously observed Yang Hao, who seemed to be in a dazed state for some reason, and sniffed the strange, lingering smell in the office. Finally, she smiled and said:

"Lord Yang Hao, R'lyeh is ready to depart."

"Very good. If nothing unexpected happens next, you may have new work to do then."

"I understand. But I have a question."

"Just ask."

Solving problems for subordinates is also part of the job. Yang Hao sat up slightly, looking at Ms. Sonia with a serious expression, preparing to answer any important questions or concerns she might raise.

But he watched Ms. Sonia for quite a while, and she showed no sign of speaking. What was going on?

Yang Hao was somewhat confused. He blinked, then finally reached for the cup on his desk, drinking water while waiting for Sonia's question.

After a while, it seemed that he had finally figured out his explanation.

Ms. Sonia smiled at Yang Hao and asked:

"Well... sir, I think you wouldn't harm my juniors, right?"

"Pfft! Cough cough!..."

Yang Hao almost spat out the water he was holding in his mouth. Luckily, he managed to hold it in, only choking on it. He coughed several times, then reached out and groped around on the table, trying to find his handkerchief—

"Here you go." Ms. Sonia had somehow walked up to Yang Hao and handed him a tissue.

"Cough cough... Thank you... But Sonia, why do you think that?" Yang Hao took the tissue, but now he was extremely confused by Ms. Sonia's question—why was she so wary of him? Had he done anything to abuse his position and mistreat his subordinates?

Definitely not!

Even if it was Theresa—it was consensual, okay? And I still don't understand why anyone would like being patted on the butt!

Wiping his mouth, Yang Hao's face was filled with confusion and resentment. Seeing Yang Hao's embarrassment, Ms. Sonia simply smiled slightly.

"Hehe, perhaps it's because Mr. Yang Hao's personal relationships are just too messy? Although I personally don't care, my juniors have their own lives. They have their own troubles, and they may eventually meet men who are willing to accept them... So I don't want you to approach them with the idea of ​​'playing around.' This will only hurt these immature young people."

"Hiss... The problem is, who would do that? It couldn't be me, right?"

"But the lingering stench of obscenity in this room?" Yang Hao's rebuttal caused Ms. Sonia to tilt her head and utter a sentence that made him even more embarrassed.

He stopped wiping his mouth and looked up at Ms. Sonia. After a moment, he gave in, sighed heavily, and leaned back in his comfortable chair, saying:

"...Are all deep-sea hunters' noses this sensitive?"

"That's not it. It's just that the longer you live, the more you naturally know."

"I don't think so. One of my silly girls has lived for over 20 years and still doesn't know many things... But never mind."

Thinking of Margarita, Yang Hao sighed again. He then repeatedly assured Ms. Sonia that he wasn't the kind of man who would harm his subordinates, but faced with Ms. Sonia's still distrustful gaze... he was at a loss.

What's the point of explaining? Even if he continues to explain, he can't avoid the fact that Monica is his head maid.

Ouch... I should have gone to the restroom or somewhere else instead of staying in the office... Now look what happened.

How could my illustrious reputation be tarnished because of this? He shook his head, indicating that it would be better for Ms. Sonia not to dwell on this topic too much.

“Hehe, I understand. But besides that, I have another work-related question—that is, sir, you are well aware of the special nature of us Deepsea Hunters. If you want us to do anything at Saint-Germain, it would be best if you could specify the targets we need to destroy.” Ms. Sonia said, standing to the right of the desk, exuding the salty scent of the ocean and a peculiar fragrance. “We can’t guarantee that anything we attack will remain intact—but at least, we can try to make them look as intact as possible.”

"...So you guys are just too destructive, right? Sigh... I get it. But speaking of which, Sonia, are you someone who likes to wear perfume?"

Yang Hao sniffed, looking at the beautiful, white-haired, red-eyed deep-sea hunter. He couldn't understand why someone who fought monsters along the coast would be so beautiful instead of a rugged man...

And then again, what's with that scent? It's salty and fragrant, and it's really relaxing... Is it perfume? Hmm... Maybe I could recommend it to Margarita or Monica to try? If they give it good reviews, maybe it could be made into a commercial product to earn foreign exchange?

So it's the perfume from the Duke of Kosiché's House? It should sell like hotcakes, right? At this moment, Yang Hao was filled with a sense of schadenfreude.

Faced with Yang Hao's confusion, Ms. Sonia simply paused for a moment before shaking her head.

"Huh? No, that's not it. I don't like perfume... What's wrong?"

Then, in the next instant, Yang Hao's money-making plan collapsed. He felt only regret, but he didn't forget to answer Sonia's question: