My wife is an immortal black snake.

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"OK..."

Alright, it seems Monica won't be disturbing her and her boss's lovemaking tonight—but then again, what will happen to Miss Green, that Miss Green who seems a bit jealous?

Theresa frowned in thought... and soon she understood: Let Miss Green be jealous if she wants to. After all, even the most jealous Duke Koschke, who is already green with envy, hasn't said anything. She's not going to come and chop me up, is she?

However, if that's the case, then if she actually gets pregnant, she'll have to prepare... well... after all, what's a "surprise" for Theresa is actually a blatant "declaration of war" and a shock to Koschei, the old black snake who's always wanted a cub...

Sigh! Oh well, I'll just notify the boss first.

That's it.

"I'm ready—"

"Then stand here... um, stand in the center, don't move."

"Good~"

...They began the ceremony for Teresa's ascension.

Meanwhile, on the other side—Ms. Northumber, who was in her room with Margarita reading to broaden her horizons, was seriously pondering a problem.

Didn't she remember last time that she had a cell phone that she didn't know how long it had been sitting around, and that the phone was still working?

Then, she planned to borrow Margarita's phone to copy Mr. Yang Hao's contact information and put it on her own phone.

This seems normal, right?

But this is really fucking wrong.

"..."

"teacher?"

"It's nothing, I was just thinking that the male protagonist in this romance novel is really outrageous—he's got women on both sides and even slept with his boss. In reality, he'd be dead by now, right?"

"Well..."

Why the hell is your contact information in my phone, Mr. Yang Hao?!

This shouldn't be happening!

Honestly, when Ms. Norson copied her contacts and saw her phone display the message "This contact already exists," she really felt like she was having a heart attack.

The problem is, even if she really wanted to understand how it worked, it wouldn't make any difference... After all, even if you understood how a refrigerator works, would you give up using your own refrigerator and go out and make one by hand? That's pointless!

So Ms. Norson could only agonize over the decision, wondering if she could secretly contact him the next day to see if she could reach an agreement on "that deal"...

As for why they came "secretly"?

Because Ms. Northumber didn't want Margarita to overthink things, and it would be too much trouble to explain, so she left it at that.

Chapter 137

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"Anyway... Karina, why don't you stay here tonight? You must be tired."

"Hmm... I'll go rest now then?"

"Go ahead. I'll guide Theresa on her end."

Theresa's ceremony went very smoothly, and she successfully became an "Eternal One"—although there were still several steps to go before ascension, it was enough for this little pony who only wanted to become immortal so she could be closer to her boss.

However, holding an ascension ceremony might still be a bit too much for Karina. She was very tired, so Yang Hao let her go back to her room to rest first.

After Karina staggered out of the now dimly lit room, Yang Hao and Theresa, who for some reason seemed to radiate vitality, with even her golden hair, eyes, and tail faintly glowing, tidied up the room.

The candles used for the ceremony had all melted, and the materials used for Theresa's ascension had all turned into a pool of golden liquid that was gradually evaporating. All they had to do was sweep the gold dust off the ground, put it in a bag, and then have someone melt it back into pure gold later.

"But speaking of which, boss, how much pure gold did you use?"

"It's not much, just ten yuan."

"hiss..."

Theresa smacked her lips, casually tossed the full bag of gold dust into a corner of the room, stretched, and felt as if she had never felt so relaxed before.

Physically, she felt stronger. But more than physical strength and vitality, she was more concerned about how much sharper her mind seemed. Inspirations that had never appeared in her mind before were gradually emerging, and most importantly, Theresa realized that these inspirations were all valuable—political inspirations that could make Kazimierz better.

What if, after obtaining funds through competitive knightly tournaments, one could then establish a "World League" or similar organization to transform the knightly competition into a world-class event, thereby gaining greater political and commercial benefits?

While it's true that capitalists can't emerge in Kazimir under our control, that doesn't mean we can't let our merchants go out and become capitalists to amass wealth...

And what about things like, after getting pregnant, you can let the boss stay in Kazimierz for a year or two, etc. -- ah, that doesn't count.

In short, Theresa quite liked having so many ideas popping into her head.

But then again...

"..."

"Theresa?"

"...It's nothing, I'm just a little thirsty, I'll go get some water."

"Oh, go ahead. Sigh, if it weren't for the somewhat unusual situation here, I would have asked the servants to come and handle it... Ah, in that case, I'll go take a bath first."

"Go ahead, go ahead—I went back to my room after my shower too~"

...this bottle of medicine...

Theresa left the ceremony room thoughtfully, then sat in her study, pondering for a while, before hearing her boss return to his room after showering...

She blinked, took the medicine, and went into her bathroom. Then she took off her clothes, quickly rinsed herself, and vigorously rubbed her tail, which had inexplicably become shiny and faintly glowing, for a while...

She drank the entire bottle of medicine.

"...Um?"

At first—Theresa didn't think anything was strange. Muttering to herself, "Is it expired?", she tossed the empty glass bottle directly into the bathroom trash can. Then, she soaked in the bathtub, comfortably closing her eyes as she felt the warm water spreading throughout her body.

Then——

"...Eh?"

Theresa felt...something was strange...

She felt her body was hotter than the hot water she was soaking in...? No, no... why was her body so strangely hot?!

At this moment, Theresa had no idea what was about to happen.

She instinctively realized that "if she stayed in the bath any longer, something bad would happen," so she quickly jumped out of the bathtub, dried herself off with a towel, put on a bathrobe, slipped on her slippers, and hurriedly left the bathroom, heading towards her room.

This proved to be the right decision.

Because when Theresa walked to the road, which was probably only a few steps away from her room...

She felt itchy—very itchy.

It wasn't her skin that was itchy—she blushed and covered her lower abdomen with her hands, covering the flesh outside the organ where life would eventually be born—that was where it itched.

"Ugh..."

She made a strange sound that she couldn't even identify herself. It itched, itched so badly that she wished something could be poured inside her right now, filling her up—if that were the only way, the itching would stop, right?

And it wasn't just the internal itching that made it difficult for Theresa to move. More importantly, the internal tingling and itching, along with the increasing body temperature, made her feel that her body, which she had just dried off, was already starting to get wet, especially her lower abdomen.

"It's so itchy..."

She felt sticky between her legs when she walked... Thank goodness she wasn't still soaking in the bathtub! If she had stayed in there, I probably wouldn't have been able to get out until the boss came to check on me!

Thank goodness it's only a step away from my room now, and thank goodness I didn't finish the whole bottle of medicine, I only drank two-thirds of it!

In a daze, Teresa recalled that after drinking a third of the medicine, Mars dragged Snake-Scale Paul directly to a nearby hotel and "executed him on the spot"...

...

...

Without a second thought, she forced herself, with her last shred of reason, to walk back to her room. Then, under the astonished gaze of her boss, who was already lying in bed, she locked the door as fast as she could—not only locked it, but she also locked it with a double lock.

"Theresa?"

"—"

When her beloved boss called out to her, Teresa simply looked up and stared at him with a dangerous look in her eyes.

Now, immediately... I need it right now!

Teresa had lost her mind; she pounced on her unsuspecting boss like a hungry wolf.

Just when she thought she could finally turn the tables and be in control, her dear boss pinned her down.

...

Afterwards, Theresa realized that even if she took medication, she wouldn't be able to beat her boss even once.

However, she was quite satisfied and had no regrets.

Chapter 138

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After a wonderful night thanks to Theresa's efforts, which had inexplicably become exceptionally enthusiastic, Yang Hao left the Great Knight Territory on the afternoon of November 26th, accompanied by Karina, his [products] and guards, as well as Margarita and her teacher.

He had no intention of going to see Jack in the United City, which was still in Kazimir—partly because he was genuinely too busy, and partly because, after receiving news from his secret forces that the family was doing well and had prepared everything needed for their unborn child, Mr. Yang Hao decided that he would visit them properly as "Uncle" after he finished dealing with Kazdel and after Jack's family had given birth to a large baby boy.

So be it. After embracing and kissing Theresa, who stayed behind to work in the Great Knight Territory, Mr. Yang Hao left Kazimir and made steady progress toward Kazdel.

Almost nothing happened on the journey. Yang Hao planned to use his time on the way to Kazdel to thoroughly study [Human Anatomy] with Ms. Northon, and perhaps see if he could get her to take care of Margarita more. Coincidentally, Ms. Northon, increasingly bored with [Blood], was also looking for a free meal from him. With both parties harboring feelings for each other, November 27th—

Yang Hao was on his way to find Ms. Norson, and Ms. Norson was on her way to find Yang Hao; they met in the same corridor.

It has to be mentioned that this was a very awkward situation for both of them. In order to make a good impression on Ms. Norsen, Yang Hao specially drew some of his own blood and divided it into two bottles to take with him: one for Margarita and one for Ms. Norsen. He thought that by doing this, he could make contact with Ms. Norsen in a way that would not cause any misunderstanding and ask her for guidance.

Meanwhile, Ms. Norson, desperate to get some of Mr. Yang Hao's blood, had gone to great lengths, compiling several documents on human anatomy. She was carrying these documents, ready to go find Mr. Yang Hao—when she saw him holding two vials of blood...

...

Their encounter was truly awkward.

They both assumed the other was busy. Ms. Northumb thought Yang Hao was planning to get closer to Margarita, while Yang Hao thought Ms. Northumb was doing her own academic work. So for a moment, they were both frozen in place, exchanging greetings and then staring at each other.

At the same time, they needed to have that conversation with each other, so...

"...Want a drink?" Yang Hao shook his blood vial at Ms. Norsen, then turned and gestured towards the empty lounge not far away.

"...OK."

Ms. Northumber's eyes remained fixed on the two vials of blood in his hand. After swallowing hard, she gave a dry laugh and nodded in agreement to his invitation.

...

The two of them went to a nearby lounge. There, Mr. Yang Hao handed one of his blood vials to Ms. Northumen and solemnly stated that he wanted to learn about human anatomy—of course, if Ms. Northumen was busy, he could wait a few more days, or even until his time in Kazdel.

Faced with Yang Hao's request, Ms. Norson remained silent for a moment before reaching out and accepting the vial of blood she had longed for day and night.

“Although it’s not that I’m unwilling to teach you…” She hid the blood vial in her pocket, deciding to find a good place to enjoy it slowly tonight, then paused for a moment: “But you also know—the [human anatomy] you’re going to learn is completely different from the [human anatomy] that we Blood Demons are familiar with.”

“I understand that—but don’t worry, what I want to learn is the structure of the human body in flesh and blood, not the structure of a ball-jointed doll.”

"That's it..."

Ms. Norson shook her head, and after thinking for a while, she decided to... be more cautious.

"May I ask, what do you plan to do with the doll?"

"Huh? You mean this?" She saw the man opposite her scratch his head, then say awkwardly, "Well—my wife at home, wasn't she supposed to have died in that assassination attempt? Actually, she's still alive, waiting for me to give her a new body..."

"...As expected, the occasions for using flesh and blood puppets are always so absurd... Sigh, but never mind, I'm not interested in your relationship—let me just state my requirements. 1. Supply me with a certain amount of blood every day. 2. To learn this structure, you need a [corpse] or a high-precision anatomical model, right? Can you get one here?"

"High-precision human body models? Yes, we have them. We've found quite a few in those large hospitals in vacant urban areas, and I'm just wondering what to do with them."

"That's okay..."

Hmm... we have the materials... the reward seems to be all set... so, what else should we be aware of next?

Ms. Northumber thought of Margarita and realized that this matter could not be kept secret, so she would have to talk to her little bat about it later—but then again…

"Mr. Yang Hao, let me ask you a question—to what extent do you need to study these aspects of human anatomy?"