My wife is an immortal black snake.

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He is an immortal being who is nearly 700 years old. His race and appearance are unknown. Those who know him only know that he can disguise himself as anything, and have no idea what he originally looked like or what his gender was.

This elderly immortal often went out in a strange stone body. But this time, to facilitate his infiltration into the Dukedom of Kosichea, a city full of Ursus people, he changed his appearance—to a seemingly ordinary Ursus body.

"...I need to find out where the person is before I can carry out the assassination."

Adjusting his body, Mr. A contentedly moved each joint, concealing his usual dagger in his right forearm as he muttered to himself. His purpose here was to assassinate a powerful figure who would cause immense harm to Colombia in the future: a Colombian named Yang Hao, who, lacking racial characteristics, should be quite conspicuous here.

And if the intelligence is correct, this gentleman has already climbed into the Duke of Koschche's bed and become his darling—this is troublesome. Assassinating a slightly more nobleman would be a piece of cake for Mr. A.

But his enemy is Koschei, the evil god of the Ursus Empire, an old woman or man possibly a thousand years old—no one in Columbia knows his true identity, not even whether the current Duke Koschei is that Felin or that maid. But thinking about it, it makes sense; after all, he's an evil god. It would be strange if a Columbian spy, who's basically just doing paid chores, could find his secrets so easily!

Only Colombians understand Colombians: being paid to defecate is the norm for Colombians. Not to mention, Colombian spies on paid defecation duty are even less likely to obtain a single piece of intelligence when faced with immortals they simply cannot deal with.

Sigh! If only the spies in my own country had put in a little more effort, I wouldn't have to go through all this trouble. With this helpless thought in mind, Mr. A adjusted the collar of his simulated clothing. Seemingly dressed simply, but actually walking naked, he began his search in the Duchy of Kosice.

...

While it was called an assassination, Mr. A was well aware that if it absolutely had to be done immediately, then a "forced killing" was also something to consider.

But the problem is, whether it's an assassination or a violent killing, finding out where the person is is the most important thing.

Mr. A's Originium Arts, as a long-lived being, allow him to mimic even magma and rivers to an extreme degree. However, the problem is that mimicry doesn't allow him to acquire information about his target out of thin air. Furthermore, this ability often requires a long time to cast when simulating things that are difficult to imitate. Although returning to normal is instantaneous, this also means that if Mr. A wants to perfectly eliminate his target—he needs to obtain all the intelligence about them. He even needs to know the length and consistency of their daily excrement.

But it's easier said than done. With no Colombian assistance available, Mr. A has to rely solely on his own efforts.

His first stop was the various construction sites in the Duchy of Kosichè. Based on his experience, these workers, who had benefited from Mr. Yang Hao's policies, should be quite familiar with the places that man frequented after arriving in Ursus.

This trip took him to three construction sites. Aside from learning that he had purged many minor nobles and that he frequently patrolled the streets, Mr. A gained no other information from these three sites.

The first piece of intelligence confirmed that Mr. Yang Hao held considerable power in the Duchy of Koschche. After all, while one could gain favor through his prowess in bed, one could not gain real power—he clearly possessed the actual ability to manage the duchy, which was why he was highly valued. Upon learning this, Mr. A naturally became even more determined to kill him.

The second piece of information wasn't very useful. The three construction sites were far apart, and even knowing that Mr. Yang Hao would occasionally patrol the area, he didn't know if he could actually stake out the locations. Furthermore, Mr. A wasn't sure if Mr. Yang Hao would attend the meeting at St. County Castle—after all, considering the timing, if the Duchess of Koschie wanted to secure a noble title for him, this period would be perfect for attending St. County Castle's routine meetings.

So after careful consideration, Mr. A decided to try his luck outside the Duke's mansion. But before he could do so, he stopped in his tracks because of a peculiar group he encountered on the way.

"...Deep Sea Hunter".

The immortal keenly noticed that the three women strolling down the street with two young people dressed in strange attire... were Agor people, coastal inhabitants. And not just ordinary Agor people, but the most dangerous deep-sea hunters in their group.

A wondrous group that fights monsters from the deep sea along the coast, possessing immense strength and with almost zero Originium particles in their blood.

Why are these groups leaving their own oceans here? Mr. A frowned deeply. His intuition told him that the presence of deep-sea hunters in the Duchy of Koschei was not a good thing...

......

"Aunt Rabbi? Can we... really live here with the other sisters from now on?"

"Don't worry. Your Aunt Sonia will handle everything. Then not only us, but everyone in our hometown will be able to live a good life, I promise."

Although deceiving the younger generation brought the rabbi a heavy sense of guilt, how long had it been since she had seen these young people smile?

Rabi didn't know... She only remembered that the good boy in front of her was only 28 years old this year. But this young man, after becoming a deep-sea hunter, had already lost her third companion.

The once sunny and optimistic girl became gloomy and uncertain. But after arriving in this city and temporarily escaping the terror of the coast, she smiled for the first time... This pained Rabbi greatly, and made him even more hopeful that Sonia's plan would succeed—she truly didn't want these young people to waste their lives on the endless coastline.

But just as Rabbi was about to say something more, another child suddenly became alert. She turned around and looked at Rabbi with some nervousness and unease, her right hand already quietly reaching down to her lower back, resting on the handle of the small knife hidden in her waistband.

“…Someone is watching us. Not the puppeteer’s men, but new strangers. They’re hostile and confused,” the rabbi said calmly, gesturing for the younger ones to relax. “He won’t do anything in public. Children, relax.”

"But..."

"Relax. We didn't offend many people when we came here. The guests here are probably more interested in that puppeteer."

Whether it's the puppeteer or not, if possible, this is a good stepping stone—a stepping stone to demonstrate their value.

As the rabbi pondered this, he realized that the gaze had vanished without a trace.

Chapter 170

At the same time, Yang Hao, who was resting with his wife who had just arrived, suddenly shivered again—because a new event and a new decision popped up in front of him.

[Event: The Assassin]

An assassin has arrived in your territory. This master of mimicry will cause you great trouble—but it is also a good opportunity.

For a duchy, what could be more humiliating than having one's own lord's husband assassinated in front of other guests, thus enraging the populace? And coincidentally, you enjoy good reputations among the residents, the government, and the army...

Make good use of this opportunity.

The question is, were the assassins truly guests of the Duchy of Nikolai?

"Honey?"

"No, it's nothing... I just have a feeling that His Majesty the Emperor might already be on his way."

"Was it your [incident] that told you?"

Kosichello raised an eyebrow. She really didn't think His Majesty would come looking for trouble—especially with a routine meeting about to take place.

When faced with his wife's question, not wanting her to worry but also not wanting her to overprotect him, Yang Hao simply smiled and said it was his "intuition" while grumbling that he might go to the "House of Elegy" later to see if he could get some good stuff.

"Hehe, although I didn't expect you to come up with anything from that... highly random place, I still hope you won't be upset about it."

"No, not at all. But speaking of which, was today's work strenuous?"

"No, it's just that there are some details about your 'work-for-relief' program that I can't answer."

"Huh? What happened?"

"Basically, some nobles want to use our plan—I don't mind using it to curry favor, but I'd also like to ask for your opinion on whether to modify it or simply refuse. What do you think?"

"Hehe, I had already taught the Abaddon brothers some details about the work-for-relief program before—but in some details, I deliberately made sure that after it was completed, their territory would be 'not so good' compared to ours."

“I understand. Then I’ll use your name—after all, this is your achievement, and I won’t do what those people do and steal your achievements.”

"But aren't you just sending me to the Emperor's palace...?"

“Your achievements are yours to keep. I, the Emperor, will find a way to stop it—if all else fails, I will go with you and return the same day. My reason is that I want an heir.”

"Don't you have an heir now? Come to think of it, I haven't even met him yet..."

The couple understood each other with just a few words. In a sense, Yang Hao and Koschke could now communicate through touch—but that might escalate their ordinary conversation into something more intense. To avoid that happening at work, the couple preferred to respond verbally.

And on the other hand... Monica was here too. The fact that the couple discussed these important decisions in front of her without any hesitation was also a signal to Monica: we don't mind you being a part of us.

Yang Hao knew that Monica already had that kind of intention [Koschche told him that night], but he hoped that Monica could tell him properly after careful consideration. Ah, men, you know, always hope to get the woman to take the initiative in certain details; it's normal.

After a while, and having rested sufficiently, Yang Hao and Kosiché brought Monica back to the palace's banquet hall. It was lunchtime, and the guests were all present to enjoy the banquet while continuing to discuss details of overcoming the economic crisis. Moreover, not only the nobles and generals of the Ursus Empire who had arrived on time, but also the nobles of Victoria were there—the distinguished guests from Yan Kingdom wouldn't arrive until the next day. So, by that reckoning, Yang Hao would have to introduce himself twice more before his work there was truly over.

Looking at the guests dressed in Victorian-style coats, and then glancing down at his own Victorian-style clothes, Yang Hao held back his laughter for a long time: because he had once told Kosiche that he liked Victorian clothes and she hated Victorians, so in conclusion, they wanted to conquer Victoria and turn it into a province of the Duchy of Kosiche.

And now, it's actually Kosiché, who hates Victorians the most, who has invited Victorian nobles over... Could this be considered a kind of "it smells so good" moment? He secretly smiled as he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and after feeling the kitten's tail wrapping around his waist tighten a little, he quickly composed himself.

"Ladies and gentlemen from Victoria—"

Yang Hao began his self-introduction once again. This was a good opportunity for him to make connections with foreigners.

... .....

Meanwhile, as Yang Hao strives to improve his territory and build connections, the Deep Sea Hunters enter a state of emergency. This is because not only has Rabbi noticed the arrival of assassins targeting the Puppeteer, but Sonia's prophecy also foretold a similar event.

However, they were not expecting the same thing. Rabbi noticed the assassin, while Sonia noticed the "troublesome guest" from the duchy next door.

"The Duchy of Nikolai? That's where we passed through at the beginning? Ugh... I feel like that place is even more... disgusting than the coast. I don't know why."

"That's why I didn't let everyone go in to rest. Now those disgusting guests are coming, and combined with the assassins you mentioned, this is our best chance to get a foothold and be received by the Puppet Master."

"Are you sure it's about this period? Our supplies and money can only last us until the 20th of next month at most."

"enough."

Sonia smiled and nodded, then gave the younger generation their first official orders since arriving in the city.

That is.

"Prepare your weapons, children. Do not act alone from now on. If you spot any suspicious individuals, immediately report to your Aunt Rabbi, or to me, understand?"

"Yes."

The younger generation echoed in unison, and then, under Sonia's watchful gaze, returned to their respective rooms to maintain their weapons.

"So what about us?" After the younger generation left, Lavi pursed his lips at Sonia. "We can't just sit here and wait, can we?"

"In reality, we can only wait for the opportunity to come—but we can increase the probability of the opportunity coming."

"How to do it?"

"You go find the assassin, and I'll find the troublesome guest. But don't strike first."

"Row."

The deep-sea hunters began their operation, and at the same time, Yang Hao felt his third chill since the noble gathering began...

Chapter 171

What's wrong with me?

A third, inexplicable chill nearly embarrassed Yang Hao at the midday gathering. However, for some reason, the men all gave him sympathetic looks after noticing the distinguished Duke Kosiché holding his hand and his tail wrapped around his waist. What's going on with you all?

Yang Hao was confused. So after finishing a day of administrative work, he lay on his bed in his bedroom, complaining to Kosiché about the problems at the party while dealing with some tasks that he had to handle himself.

"So that Victorian nobleman looks so refined, but who knows how many bad things he's up to! Oh dear, they're the ones who need our help, but now they're acting all high and mighty, making our own nobles... wait? Kosich, is that why you're doing this?"

"Hehe. Even at a gathering, there needs to be a common target to be attacked, right? The nobles of the Duchy of Nikolai will probably be arriving in a while, so let the Victorians take their place for now—and then again, Victoria's little film can bring us quite a bit of profit."

"That's it..."

After all, it makes sense. Although pretentious Victorians are quite annoying, if you can squeeze something out of them, even the most annoying Victorians can become lovable.

And then again... Yang Hao, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt that two hands had somehow passed through the mattress where he was lying and were now placed on the part of him where he was feeling listless.

"...Koschke..."

“Monica and I knew everything about your interactions with the pony.” He could hear Little Felin chuckling mischievously behind him, breathing into his earlobe. “Although I said I don’t mind you having a lover outside, having an affair with another woman while your wife is handling your social affairs? Even I wouldn’t be happy about that.”

"Um...I'm sorry...So, Koschke? Could you please not use your hands like that—oh!"

Yang Hao chose science to admit his mistake, but even if he admits his mistake, he still needs to make amends for it, doesn't he?

So, amidst his flushed face, Koschie had somehow managed to climb onto his back. Her three hands, though not hands, provided Yang Hao with an intense stimulation through her tail, which was more agile and sensitive than hands.

And just as Kosichelle was wantonly punishing her husband, Yang Hao, who was saying no but his body was honestly enjoying it, Monica, who was used to it, came in.

After she entered, she locked the door and watched the two adults entwined together, listening to their blush-inducing sounds for a long time. Then, the faithful head maid coughed softly twice.

"My lord, there is news from Saint-Germain Castle."

"If it's not big news, let's put it aside for now. How about we finish up? Or are you coming, Monica?"

“…My lord, this matter is very important.” Monica wisely ignored Lord Koschei’s invitation to go with her, although she had seriously considered it for a moment, but decided against it now. “Her Majesty…she has appointed someone else to rule.”

“...Huh?” Kosichie blinked. The immortal black snake hadn’t realized what this meant yet—but that didn’t stop her entire expression from turning strange, and even the movements of her hands and tail stopped.

"Huh?" Yang Hao's ominous premonition intensified upon hearing this. He swallowed hard and, taking advantage of Koschitch's momentary inaction, quickly pulled away. Before he could sit up, he rolled over and, using the movement, pulled his wife, who was blinking incessantly, into his arms.

After Monica saw that the couple had finally sat up properly and were facing her [although Lord Koschich's hand and tail were still inside Lord Yang Hao's pants], she continued:

"The Serpent Scales have discovered that Her Majesty appears to be conducting a secret inspection of her territory. However, we are unsure of Her Majesty's purpose, nor what the purpose of this inspection is—in short, Her Majesty will not be attending the Imperial Council this time, and those within the Imperial Council who oppose Her Majesty's actions have already..."

"...Killed?"

"Imprisoned?"

Yang Hao's thinking was more radical than Kosiché's; he suspected that the congressmen had been killed. However, Kosiché was more experienced than Yang Hao, so she believed that the people were probably not dead, but rather had been persuaded or imprisoned.

Monica's response, however, was ambiguous.

"The bodies of some of the more radical members of parliament who opposed His Majesty's visit were found in the city's conveyor belt in St. County Castle. They will probably disappear completely during the next move. There are also some members of parliament who were only slightly opposed and are still alive and active—of course, it is possible that His Majesty is too powerful to take direct action against them."

"Oh..."

Yang Hao understood immediately: those killed were minor nobles, while those still alive were major nobles, difficult even for the emperor to deal with. But what did this have to do with the Duchy of Kosiché? We are just a group of law-abiding citizens, our current goal is to farm and develop, and our future goal is to purify the cannibals. We respect and abide by the law so much, surely His Majesty the Emperor won't make things difficult for us?

Kosiché's brow remained furrowed. She looked at Monica and asked earnestly, "Has His Majesty truly not explained the purpose of her visit?"

"No. At least the snake scales can't find them—but... if nothing unexpected happens, His Majesty's trip this time should be to inspect the handling of the economic crisis in various cities."

"...After the economic crisis? How did each city handle it?"

“Yes, Lord Kosiché. And if nothing unexpected happens, the Duchy of Kosiché, as the region that handled the economic crisis best, will be the first place His Majesty the Emperor inspects,” Monica solemnly reminded him. After all, if His Majesty truly wanted to understand how the economic crisis was handled, then His Majesty's visit to the Duchy of Kosiché was a foregone conclusion…