My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Huh? I haven't drunk anything weird lately.

Yang Hao was stunned. Just as he was racking his brains to explain to Ms. Norson, "I really didn't drink anything strange. This is entirely due to your excessive desire caused by not having been in contact with the opposite sex for too long,"...

He suddenly remembered—

(I think...I drank a bottle of Ze Luo Chen at Miss Wange's place...huh?)

Could it be that thing?!

Yang Hao was stunned, and just as he was about to explain to Ms. Norson—

"—Yang Hao? Teacher? Are you inside?"

...

Margarita was supposed to be back in an hour.

Her voice came through the obstruction of the door.

Chapter 151

"—Yang Hao? Teacher? Are you inside?"

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Margarita was in such a hurry to get back that after hastily dragging her prey back, she didn't even bother with the necessary procedures like boarding and registering on the ship. Instead, she rushed to the room where Yang Hao and Ms. Norson often stayed, intending to let them know she was safe.

But when she pushed open the door to the classroom—aside from a strange smell, there was no one inside.

"Hmm? Did I come at the wrong time? The teacher isn't here, and Yang Hao isn't here either?" Margarita's little heart was filled with confusion. But thinking, "Since I'm already here, I might as well look around," Margarita still entered the room filled with a strange smell.

How to say~

This could be considered Margarita's first real "exploration" of this strange room, right?

"Hmm...is this where the teacher and Yang Hao are learning about...human anatomy?"

Margarita looked curiously at the mannequins on the table. The medical mannequins were scattered haphazardly on the table, and if you looked closely, you could see that some parts of the mannequins had been pushed aside, as if someone had sat on them.

"It must be Professor Norsen, right?" Margarita blinked, curiously examining the various human figures on the floor, unaware that a section of the ground, free of dust, looked quite strange. It was as if someone had knelt there before, leaving marks.

...But seriously, what's with this smell? Margarita sniffed, finding the smell really strange...

...But she didn't think much of it. She continued wandering around the room, taking in her surroundings. For some reason, however, the smell seemed to grow stronger every time she approached the large, upright box—which was supposed to store heavy tools and could fit two people—...

Huh? What on earth is going on? Margarita looked at the large box in confusion, sniffing and muttering to herself...

"It's okay to open it and take a look...right?"

Um...

Margarita shook her head, but finally decided to open it and take a look anyway.

But as she approached the large box and prepared to open the two doors, a sound behind her startled the curious little bat. She cried out, "Oops, sorry!" and jumped back, looking around in alarm at the source of the noise. However, when she realized it was just the sound of a mannequin's hand, seemingly dropped from her touch... the little blood demon breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmm... I wonder if Teacher and Yang Hao will be angry if I mess with the things inside..." Margarita muttered to herself. As she walked over to pick up the wrist and was about to put it back on the table, she looked at the ground and suddenly paused. "Huh?"

There's a patch of ground that looks a bit wet... and there seems to be some strange, sticky slime on it... what was it again?

It was a clear, sticky substance. The pungent odor emanating from it stunned Margarita for a moment before she realized that this shouldn't be in this room. Hmm?

...But this is a place to study human anatomy, right? Margarita still has a lot she doesn't understand. Perhaps this kind of thing is indeed used in medicine...?

Margarita felt a little confused. After carefully placing the model's hand structure on the table, she crouched down and touched that spot with her finger...

It's damp and a little warm...it looks like something that was left behind recently.

And it's sticky... as time goes by, more of the moisture inside disappears... and it becomes even stickier? Hmm?

What is this?

Margarita was filled with confusion. Curious, she dipped her finger in the slime and held it to her nose. She inhaled the strong, pungent smell, and in her confusion, she almost had the urge to taste it—but in the end, Margarita refrained.

Because suddenly a faint, but strange, sound came from behind me.

"...what?"

dong dong dong.

It sounded like the metallic clanging of some creature touching a metal plate.

Although the voice was very faint, Margarita, as a Blood Demon who had drunk the blood of the True Ancestor, could still recognize it—a voice so faint that even her teacher might not be able to hear it.

She stood up and slowly turned around, realizing that the sound was coming from the large, upright box—was it something like a rat?

Margarita's eyes narrowed, thinking it was definitely not something good—so she darted to the large trunk, glancing back at the door to make sure no one was coming for the time being...

She held her breath, bracing herself to catch the rats inside at any moment—and then Margarita suddenly opened the large box.

"...Eh?"

But surprisingly, there was nothing inside. Apart from a few disassembly and assembly tools, there was nothing at all.

Was it just my imagination? Margarita blinked in confusion. But before she could examine the contents of the large trunk, the sound from outside startled her, and she slammed the trunk door shut.

“Miss Margarita—please come and register as soon as possible! We need to make sure what you brought back matches your return time! Miss Margarita? Are you there—”

"Oh, yes, yes?! Please wait for me a moment!"

Margarita left in a panic, muttering as she went, "I should have finished my return work first before coming here."

And that was right after Margarita left and closed the door.

In the corner of the room, just a step away from the large box, Ms. Norsen, panting, dispelled her Originium Arts. With her invisibility gone, her and Mr. Yang Hao's current situation became clear.

"...Originally, I thought that as long as he didn't come in, there wouldn't be any problems..." Ms. Norsen lowered her head, looking at Mr. Yang Hao's lower abdomen, then licked her lips: "Although this was just a desperate 'preservation measure,' but... Mr. Yang Hao? The highly addictive substance you drank before... it seems the effects on me won't be resolved for a while..."

"that..."

Feeling quite embarrassed by Ms. Norson's grumbling, Mr. Yang Hao lowered his head and looked at the sticky spot between them.

The liquid overflowing from the drain slid along the middle of the spear, rising and falling with Ms. Northumbers's breath.

Although I didn't go inside, it was pretty much it.

Chapter 152

.......

The afternoon of July 10th.

When Margarita finished all the formalities and returned to her dormitory dejectedly because the prey she had hunted was so large that she had to handle it herself...

She saw her teacher in her dormitory—the teacher seemed to be doing well lately, looking radiant and elegantly drinking something, and seemed quite happy.

And the teacher looks like she just took a shower? Margarita sniffed and noticed that she seemed to be using a strong-smelling shower gel that she hadn't used before.

"Teacher~ I'm home!"

"Ah, welcome back, Margarita. How was the hunt?"

"Hmm... those soldiers said I have to handle it myself... I have to go tomorrow..."

Margarita, tears welling in her eyes, threw herself onto her bed, then squinted her eyes, savoring the hard-won softness and comfort. However, little Margarita didn't notice the guilty look in her teacher's eyes, which she deliberately avoided. Her mind was currently filled with frustration at the thought of having to deal with the carcasses of her prey for the next few days. But frustration aside, Margarita knew that if others weren't willing to help, she would have to do it herself—

But the teacher is right here!

Margarita rolled over, then turned and looked at her teacher, who was drinking a strange, cherry-pink liquid from her cup, with bright, expectant eyes:

"Teacher, you can help me, right?"

"...Sigh, I've been helping you before...but this time is fine too."

It's clear that Ms. Northumber initially wanted to refuse.

But he didn't know if it was because he simply couldn't stand the student's coquettishness, or because he wanted to make amends to Margarita, who was completely unaware of what had happened, out of guilt.

Despite her guilt, Ms. Northumbert accepted Margarita's request, whose eyes were shining. Then, amidst Margarita's cheers, Ms. Northumbert sighed bitterly to herself.

(I'm sorry, Margarita...)

Although things didn't quite reach that point, they were practically there. Ms. Northumbert felt a pang of guilt towards Margarita at this moment... but guilt was one thing, and enjoying it was another—

Mr. Yang Hao said he had previously drunk something called "Ze Luo Chen"... Is that what made my body act so strangely? And why didn't he show any signs of becoming addicted to something so highly addictive?

It's me who ended up like this after drinking his blood...sigh!

Life is unpredictable, truly unpredictable...

(I'm sorry, Margarita... I was so naive... If I had been more careful, this wouldn't have happened...)

Ms. Northumber was filled with guilt and remorse. But just then, little Margarita curiously asked her teacher:

"Um, teacher? What have you been drinking from the beginning?"

"...You mean this?"

Ms. Norsen looked down at the contents of her glass. Cherry blossom pink, sweet, and fragrant...

...

"This is not something a child should know."

"Huh?! I'm all grown up now!"

"But Margarita, you're not an adult yet in the Blood Demon realm. That's all."

Ms. Northumber drank the liquid in one gulp. This was something Margarita couldn't possibly know, really.

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

That night.

After taking a shower and enjoying a delicious dinner, Margarita went to Yang Hao's private room, intending to let him know she was safe and also to see what he was doing.

However, when she arrived, she found Mr. Yang Hao sitting on the sofa, engrossed in his work. Seeing this, Margarita involuntarily slowed her pace, thinking that it wouldn't be good to disturb him at a time like this.

"How about I go back first and come back tomorrow?" Just as Margarita's little head was working overtime, Mr. Yang Hao looked up, seemingly wanting a drink of water, and happened to see Miss Margarita hesitating at the door.

Margarita noticed that Yang Hao's face first showed joy, then a complex expression that was hard to describe... she couldn't quite place it. In short, the man didn't hesitate; he simply greeted Margarita warmly, invited her in, and then inquired about what had happened before.

Margarita was naturally pleased that Yang Hao was willing to temporarily give up his work to spend time with her. So, after walking briskly to sit down next to him, Margarita glanced at another empty desk and muttered to Yang Hao about her hard hunting experience, only to find herself having to deal with the carcasses of her prey afterward.

"There's nothing we can do about it. The soldiers didn't know how to help you either, so in the end you had to do it yourself." Yang Hao could only offer a wry smile to comfort the sulking Margarita. "Besides, we're arriving in Kazdel tomorrow—we'll probably be greeted by the Kazdel Umbrella Security Company's welcoming team early tomorrow morning, and the soldiers are too exhausted to help..."

"Hmm... I know... it's just that I had to keep working as soon as I got back..."

"Alright, alright, I'll help you out when I have time—but Margarita..."

"Well?"

Margarita turned around, blinked, and looked at Mr. Yang Hao, who seemed hesitant to speak. She felt something was off...

Um...

Why does Yang Hao smell like a teacher?

She sniffed. She thought to herself, even for "normal contact," this smell was probably a bit too strong? Hmm...

The little bat's brain began to race. But before she could even come up with a possibility, she heard the person she liked say this:

"That means after Kazdel, I'll really be going back to Ursus—you really..."

"...Hmm."

So that's what you were talking about?

Margarita whimpered, and after a while, she snuggled against Yang Hao and whispered:

"But if I just go like this now... I don't have the ability... I don't have the strength... I'll only hold you back in the end... If something happens, you'll have to take care of me... I don't want that, I don't want to be a burden to you, and I don't want to be a vase that you only glance at when you think of it..."

"...It won't be just a pretty face, Margarita."

"But I just don't want to be supported by you all the time... I also learned in the wilderness... Just accepting your care unilaterally... You'll get tired of it sooner or later..."

Margarita closed her eyes. She had grown up; she knew very well that in the adult world, one-sided giving and pampering couldn't last long.

So, she needs to grow up quickly... until she's grown up in a way that Yang Hao will never abandon or give up on...

Therefore, she cannot go back with him yet. Until she possesses the ability to deal with that old black snake, until she grows up.