My wife is an immortal black snake.

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【Are you crazy? You think I'd suddenly stop paying attention to you? Focus on your work first!】 This was Kosich's wife's reply. Following that text, she added, 【Also, Green told me to tell you not to overwork yourself. And Monica might come over to check on you at any time—she went on her own, it's none of my business.】

So after Yang Hao said he understood, he was certain that it wasn't his wife at home who was paying attention to this matter—to be precise, she had never stopped paying attention.

"Hmm? My lord, if you feel safer at home, I suggest you finish your work in Kazimierz as soon as possible and go home. I don't want my little Liana to be born without seeing her father." This was Her Majesty Catherine's reply—but what's with this little Liana? At least let me participate in the naming of the child...

Thinking of this, Yang Hao quickly replied to Her Majesty Catherine's question—and in response to Yang Hao's question, "Why didn't you consult me ​​about the child's name?", Her Majesty Catherine simply replied with great bewilderment:

[We'll definitely discuss the name after she's born, but I need to give my child a name to call her now, right? Do you intend to call her "it" like you would a small animal? Or are you planning to keep referring to the baby in my belly as "my child"?]

Hmm...that makes sense. But then again, Your Majesty Catherine, why do you insist on using female names to refer to our children? I don't understand—

Because my gut feeling tells me my child is a daughter—that's all. I have to go with the Yan ambassador this afternoon to discuss the international news that happened during our performance. I'll be looking forward to your early return. Goodbye.

Ah, goodbye—but it's not Her Majesty Catherine who's watching me, is it?

So who exactly is paying attention to me?

Yang Hao frowned and scrolled through the "Marriage Agency" app for a while, finally fixing his gaze on the contact he had recently added: "Margarita's Teacher"...

Um...

Well, it can't be such a coincidence, right? You agree, don't you?

This teacher—no, it should be Margarita—suddenly missed me, right? Hmm, that must be it...

In the end, Yang Hao still didn't have the courage to text Margarita's teacher—on the one hand, he wasn't ready to provoke yet another person who seemed strange, and on the other hand, he dared not flirt with anyone under Sonia's mother's watchful eye.

If flirting with women in front of Kosiché and Monica would at most leave me bedridden for a couple of days, then flirting with Sonia's mother? Hmm?

Yang Hao hadn't forgotten that night after he returned from Empress Catherine's bedroom, when Sonia almost killed him... It was certainly pleasurable, but... you know what I mean? The feeling of having absolutely no sustenance was truly terrifying...

"Um? Mr. Yang Hao? You've been acting strangely from the beginning. Have you discovered something?"

"No, I was just feeling a little bored... Haha, Sonia, you're overthinking it."

"Huh? Is that so?"

Look at that! This perceptive mother noticed Yang Hao's behavior immediately! If she knew her naughty son was flirting with other women right in front of her, would Yang Hao really be able to return to Ursus alive? Definitely not...

So... in that case, I'll see what good stuff my [Puppet Stage] has to offer...

And coincidentally, he could chat with Miss Wange from time to time during this period—with this thought in mind, Yang Hao lay down on the comfortable chair, closed his eyes, and then immediately received a urging message from Miss Wange.

[Event: Restraint]

While I'm glad you're self-aware, you should look into some new things.

Requirement: Open your control list.

'ah?'】

A checklist? What's going on? Do I even have one?

Yang Hao was stunned for a while before realizing that the invincible [Puppet Stage] did indeed have such a thing—but he had never used it before, so he didn't know what it did.

But since Miss Wange has put it that way, I guess I should go check it out. With that thought in mind, Yang Hao clicked on the sub-interface of [Control and Secrets], and was immediately baffled by a message inside:

[Control and Secrecy:]

Someone has discovered a secret that could affect the international situation!

What's going on? What happened?

No, what secret do I possess that could affect the international situation? Is it my [Puppet Stage]?

"No, that's not it." Miss Elegy's reminder made Yang Hao realize immediately that this bad news wasn't because his abilities had been leaked.

So here's the question—what the hell do I have that could affect the international situation? It can't be the 2 taels of silver I earned after my affair with Her Majesty Catherine the Great, can it? That shouldn't be the case.

No matter how many eccentric people there are in the world, it's impossible for so many people to be interested in my pillow and also be able to afford so much money, right?

So what's going on here?

Yang Hao stared at the interface, completely bewildered. Finally, he looked at the bottom of the screen—there, he could spend 20 political points to directly obtain general information about the guy who knew his little secret.

He used it without hesitation—because more than his own pillow, he was worried that someone might take this opportunity to cause some harm to the Ursus Empire, really.

Chapter 78

After consuming 20 political points and obtaining general information about the guy who [accidentally] discovered his little secret—

Yang Hao frowned, hesitated, and finally swallowed the curse word so as not to worry the girls and mothers around him.

The person who knows your little secret: Ms. Therese

The secret she holds: Your wife isn't really dead, and she's aware that you're putting on an act.

The secrets she possesses could have serious consequences for the international situation: Ursus's diplomatic reputation would suffer a severe blow, "and it won't recover for decades"; the Great Yan's impression of Ursus would plummet to -100, "You deceived the Great Yan princess and damaged the Great Yan's relations with Colombia"; the Colombians could strongly condemn the Ursus authorities, "You fabricated an event that damaged the relations between Colombia and Great Yan," and so on...

What might she do with this secret? : It's unknown for now.

Perhaps you should ask them yourself?

"Ah this..."

Yang Hao really didn't expect that the person who knew his little secret was actually Ms. Therese, who wasn't even there at the time!

No way, how the hell did you find out about my little secret with Kosichek? Are you just guessing and not telling me, or do you genuinely believe it's true?! And you've even decided to use my secret to trade for something?

Let's leave aside for now why you think this is right...

How could you be so bold!

Yang Hao was secretly chuckling: What could Kazdel possibly do to Ursus? And then again, Miss Elegy, you yourself mentioned it was only a "possibility"—I could just blockade the entire Kazdel region, Miss Therese, what could you possibly do to me then...?

At this moment, Yang Hao suddenly remembered that he was the one who had helped Miss Therese's Umbrella Security Company to its founding, and that this security company would be of great use to him.

And then he recalled, why did Lady Therese invite me to Kazdel at this particular time of year? If I had to say, the best time to use this secret would definitely be when Ursus and Yan Kingdom have an important meeting, wouldn't you say?

Why would you invite a widower to your house to use this secret at a time like this...?

......

...Wait a minute?

widower?

A single, noblewoman from Kazdel?

A secret powerful enough to influence the international situation? And this secret is related to the widower's deceased wife?

Then this noblewoman from Kazdel invited the widower who had just lost his wife to her home as a guest.

Wait...this plot isn't right?

Yang Hao's face instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He realized that Ms. Therese's "secret exploitation" was definitely problematic: This is absolutely wrong! Ms. Therese, how could you be so audacious?!

No matter what, knowing that my wife is still alive and well, you want to take advantage of the current international public opinion to eat me up. Isn't that a bit too audacious?

I'm sure the younger sister you mentioned before must also have mixed feelings about this—that her older sister is a pervert who has a fetish for widowers.

And the gossip tabloids of Ursus and Kazdel certainly won't let you off the hook. They might even speculate that the founder of Kazdel's excellent security company had designs on a duke from Ursus, or that some might mistakenly believe you were the mastermind behind the assassination attempt.

Most importantly, my wife definitely won't let you off the hook! What are you trying to achieve by being so bold—?

"hiss..."

Yang Hao really didn't dare to think any further. He didn't know if his imagination was correct, but he knew it was absolutely outrageous—and the most outrageous thing was that his guess might actually be right...

What should I do? Um, can I bring Koschke, who has a new body, with me? No, no... that would definitely cause problems... My image in the public eye will be seriously damaged if I get married...

So, should I just give up on my personal image altogether?

Yang Hao shook his head thoughtfully, considering it to himself that it was probably a good idea.

"By the way, boss—you'll probably become the protagonist in a Kazimierz romance novel by then."

"what?"

“Think about how you appear to outsiders right now—you came to Ursus from Columbia for your beloved, then sought revenge against Columbia in a fit of rage after your wife left you, and now you have a bunch of women with unclear relationships around you, even your head maid seems to have been murdered—”

"Let me just say, Monica can pin me to the ground and not let me move—oh? Karina? Your hands are shaking so badly you're about to tear your book apart... Calm down, will you?"

"Haha—in short, boss, your personal experiences would be quite popular in the romance novel market of Kazimierz. I can already imagine what kind of playboy the male protagonists in those novels based on you would be."

"..."

Has my personal image really gotten this bad?! Although I was mentally prepared for this, Yang Hao's words still sounded incredibly absurd.

What will happen if his public image continues to deteriorate? Besides, Yang Hao's skin isn't as thick as Kosic's. He's thin-skinned! If someone points to a harem character in some lowbrow romance novel and says something like, "He looks a lot like a certain duke," how will he ever be able to face anyone again?

And he can't be indifferent in public; what about his child? Is it reasonable for his child to be born with a father with such a terrible reputation? Absolutely not! So...

"Wait... why do I suddenly remember that Koschei seemed to have told me to go back and have a wedding with her new body, Miss Lorelei?"

Countless drops of sweat dripped from Yang Hao's face.

He remembered the most important reason why he always felt his reputation was so strange—he had never had a wedding with Kosichelle! Not even when she was in Miss Green's body.

This is bad.

In a romance novel, the male protagonist, who would likely appear incredibly loyal to the female lead, surprisingly doesn't hold a wedding ceremony after marriage—and his first wedding is somehow with the female lead's heir...

This is so exciting.

Moreover, it seems to have serious ethical issues.

Most importantly, it seems I don't need to care about my reputation anymore.

Yang Hao's face turned deathly pale. He realized that his time operating in Kazimir might be his last period of carefree enjoyment.

Chapter 79

——October 14th.

While the Casimirs were still struggling to resist the advance of the Colombians.

The Colombians, however, with support from the rear, acquired some experimental weapons. These were things the on-site technicians couldn't understand at all; they were probably bombs—and worse, they didn't seem to have the components needed to launch them.

"What on earth is this thing? A cylindrical metal rod surrounded by several rings of pure Originium-encrusted bombs?" The Columbia technician looked at the object handed to him with utter bewilderment. He directly used his gloved hands to flip the heavy bomb, which weighed over ten kilograms—of course, the vast majority of its weight came from the pure Originium embedded in it. "Isn't this just a simple bomb made of pure Originium? What's the use of these things?"

"Read the instruction manual—and where are the experts who came with us?"

"Where did these experts come from? They delivered the parts, debugged them, and then left. They seemed to be in a hurry to get back to work—oh, the instruction manual, the instruction manual...where's the instruction manual?"

"Under your butt. Where did I just put it?"

The technician quickly put the bomb back where he was, then hurriedly got up to look for the instruction manual he'd been sitting on. He found it, but after looking at it over and over again, he only noticed the "strange" parts...

For example, this weapon, designated a "radioactive bomb," can only be detonated at a set time—and when it detonates, sufficient time must be allowed for friendly forces in the vicinity to evacuate the "damage zone" with a radius of approximately 300 meters. Furthermore, considering that a significant amount of "radioactive radiation" was detected during the weapon's detonation test in Colombia, all personnel using this weapon must wear full chemical protective suits before carrying it into the combat zone.

Its shortest timer is three minutes, making long-distance launching impossible—because long-distance launching could potentially damage its delicate internal structure. Although the technician couldn't understand where this cylindrical bomb, surrounded by a large amount of pure Originium, got its sophisticated, high-tech structure, if that's what the manual said, then so be it.

The Colombian technicians furiously flipped through the instruction manuals in their hands, scrutinizing the dangerous bombs placed in the boxes. They gradually realized how problematic these weapons were—because they couldn't be launched from a distance, all they could do was transport these bombs, with blast radius slightly larger than a football field, to designated locations and set them by manpower or vehicles. But because these were time bombs, to ensure they detonated properly and weren't disarmed by the enemy, it was essential to ensure someone could continuously monitor their explosions—in other words, mutual destruction...

Those technicians conducting weapons tests in the safe environment of the rear have no idea how dangerous the front line is! They just need to leisurely withdraw to a safe place after the test site is set and that's it. But we soldiers on the front line have to risk being intercepted along the way, and even if the bomb is loaded, it will be dismantled. We have to stay in place until the bomb explodes.

Sigh! It's really... never mind.

Colombian technicians continued their research on the experimental weapons they were about to use.

Meanwhile, the Colombian generals were reviewing the reports on their new weapons. They had received two new weapons in total—one was a new type of poison gas bomb, similar to a poison gas shell, capable of spraying large amounts of radioactive material over a wide area to contaminate enemy mobile cities. The other was a timed radioactive bomb that required manual placement—it would also cause significant radioactive contamination within its blast radius, but compared to the former, the contamination was much less, and the damage to specific targets was far greater.

Although the generals understood the power of these experimental weapons, their years of warfare quickly made them realize that neither weapon type actually had much merit. After all, war is essentially about gaining benefits, and the greatest benefit that war could yield in this world was the mobile city itself.

If the previous poison gas bombs could efficiently eliminate the population inside the mobile city while preserving the mobile city intact for my use—then these radioactive weapons are a completely different story!

"Those scientists claim that the radioactive contamination from the use of these weapons requires full protective gear—specifically, the newest protective suits produced in the best research labs..."

"In other words, if those radioactive materials remain in the city, we either have to actively clean them up or wait for them to deactivate on their own? How many days would that take? Our toxic gas would probably take more than a week to dissipate—it would be considered a success if it didn't exceed a month, right?"

“I read the instruction manual, and it says it will take at least 20 years—the shortest theoretical estimate of self-purification time.”

"...What's the use of this?"

"I don't know—at least it's not of any use in terms of benefits."

The generals immediately realized that these weapons could only be used to cleanly and efficiently "purify" certain groups that should not exist—but they would not bring any benefit to the war that followed.

However, the state government in the rear was already urging them to use these weapons to obtain combat data. No matter how much they disliked these useless weapons, they still had to bite the bullet and choose a battlefield to test them.