My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Yang Hao immediately became excited; not only did his head become excited, but his penis also stood erect.

Feeling that the thing stuck between his buttocks seemed to be getting bigger, Kosichek, who had been comfortably leaning against Yang Hao with his eyes closed, raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him strangely.

"Honey?"

"No, it seems we've found an excuse to get rid of those nobles."

Yang Hao smiled and hugged his wife, who was also getting excited, ready to celebrate in advance.

Chapter 142

Early in the morning of April 5th.

Yang Hao personally waited for Mr. Anton's arrival in Mr. Joseph's office in the Duke's administrative department.

He chatted with Mr. Joseph for a long time, and the conversation ranged from the cats they kept at home to the nobles.

“I think the vast majority of nobles need to be purged—if you can really find a suitable excuse to act under the Emperor’s inner guard.” Mr. Joseph pushed up his reading glasses, glanced at Monica who had returned to the Duke’s mansion and was now standing behind Yang Hao, and smiled: “Those merchants who think they have our lifeline can also be swept away along the way—they are too arrogant, thinking that just because they control a part of the commercial economy, they can boss the army around.”

"But the truth is, with an army, we can wipe them out anytime—we just need an excuse. Oh, Monica? Could you get me an ice-cold beer?"

"Yes, my lord."

Monica's return brought Yang Hao great comfort. He enjoyed having this serious and dedicated maid take care of his daily work and life. But then again, it was troublesome for Koschich—especially since Monica had been taking care of him around the clock. If Koschich wanted something to drink, he had to ask the new maid or servant to get it for him, which was not pleasant at all.

Therefore, it would be better if I helped her with her work later. With this in mind,

Chapter 143

On the morning of the 5th, this was the first time Yang Hao had seen Mr. Anton, that conscientious nobleman.

At first glance, Mr. Anton's attire was very formal. He was not the ostentatious person Yang Hao had imagined; quite the opposite—he dressed simply and formally, his clothes bearing little sign of luxury. The servants behind him also seemed proud of their unassuming master, and Yang Hao could tell that the maid and servants genuinely respected Mr. Anton.

"Hello, Mr. Joseph." Since he had never met Yang Hao before, Mr. Anton only gave him a basic and ordinary greeting. "I'm here to report something to you."

Mr. Joseph looked up at Yang Hao, and after noticing that both the gentleman and his maid gestured that they should ignore them, he nodded and said:

"Alright, young man, I think you're different from those two-faced bastards I kicked out before—tell me, what happened?"

"Is such that..."

Mr. Anton took out a piece of shredded paper that had been glued back together, and a letter copied on clean white paper from his pocket.

Mr. Anton handed both letters to Mr. Joseph and then began his righteous and eloquent explanation.

"They're a bunch of scum; they're trying to collude with those greedy merchants to sabotage the Duke's plans..."

...

In short, Mr. Anton made a righteous statement that he had no intention of protecting his personal interests—he didn't even mention what he hoped to gain.

This felt less like a pledge of allegiance and more like... the impulsive act of chivalrous heroes fighting for the common people. Yang Hao admired this nobleman, but unfortunately, Mr. Anton's abilities weren't particularly high; otherwise, Yang Hao might have considered recruiting him and making him the head of an administrative office in some district.

But being a regular employee is fine too. He looked at Mr. Anton, who was enthusiastically confirming all the details with Mr. Joseph, with great interest. Behind him, head maid Monica shook her head helplessly. Just as her master was about to talk to himself, she gently reached out and handed Yang Hao a beer.

“Sir, please have some self-respect,” Monica muttered softly, then patted Yang Hao on the shoulder, signaling him to come to his senses. “This is not a private place.”

"Ah, sorry."

He almost fell into his old habit again—he chuckled twice, took a sip of beer, and just sat there.

...

After a long while, Mr. Anton seemed to have finally explained what had happened. Mr. Joseph, carefully comparing the contents of a shredded piece of paper with a copy, adjusted his glasses seriously, glanced back at Yang Hao, and said:

"Mr. Anton, can you guarantee that everything you've said is true?"

The things written here must be treated with utmost care. If these things are indeed true, then the Duchy of Kosice can, without a doubt, send the Serpent Scales or even their soldiers over now to raid their hideout—on the grounds that they are engaging in blatant unconstitutional activities.

“Yes, I assure you it is true.” Mr. Anton nodded solemnly. “This is the invitation they gave to my wife last night—but I assure you, sir, that my wife, all my servants, and I have absolutely no connection with those heartless scoundrels.”

"I believe what you're saying. After all, we've been keeping an eye on those higher up for a long time—sir?"

"uh-huh?"

"Is it my turn?" Yang Hao smiled and nodded. Under the astonished gazes of Mr. Anton and his servants, he rose from his seat and walked behind Mr. Joseph to check the list with the old man.

He checked each of the nobles' names one by one, not only checking but also reading them aloud. After reading each name, Mr. Joseph would use the "Mischievous Kids List" he had just taken out of the drawer to check if there was a matching name on it.

With a single thought, he named over ten nobles, all of whom were on the list and were veritable troublemakers, but unfortunately, they were the thorn in the side of the Penguin Duke's mansion.

It wasn't just the names of a dozen or so nobles. Then Yang Hao changed his tone and began reciting the names of some merchants in a petit-bourgeois manner—merchants whose names the Duke of Kosiché's husband might not know, but whoever the common people were!

A sugar and salt vendor periodically monopolizes the condiment business in the West District, and his methods are incredibly brutal: he buys everything directly from individual vendors, then hires mercenaries outside the city to rob any unofficial caravans he can manage. He's a cancer! He deserves to die!

There's also a jeweler who sells high-end luxury goods—his jewelry has quite a history! It's all the hard-earned money that was ripped off from bankrupt factory owners, business owners, and even the lower and middle classes during the early stages of the economic crisis! Although this person hasn't broken the law, he's dug himself a hole, so it's no wonder Yang Hao kicked him into it, had Snake Scales help him fabricate some charges, and then confiscated the jewelry, right?

There were also some businessmen—who were more or less beneficiaries of the economic crisis—who, as law-abiding citizens, even Koschke had no good reason to give them the evidence. But look at this! They themselves gave the evidence to Mr. Anton, and then Mr. Anton gave the evidence to us! Isn't this just digging their own graves?

However, Mr. Anton is indeed slow-witted. Doesn't he realize what despicable things his heartless friends might do to his family after he did such a thing? Yang Hao sighed inwardly as he finished reading the last name of the big businessman and then said to Mr. Joseph, who was adding new names to the list of naughty children;

“Mr. Joseph, it seems we have enough evidence to arrest them—by the way, you must be Mr. Anton, right?”

"...Yes, sir."

Unable to comprehend what was going on, but also understanding that this kind adult must be a more esteemed figure than Mr. Joseph, Mr. Anton, sweating profusely, swallowed hard, secretly regretting his failure to offer the most esteemed understanding, and nodded.

“You overlooked something. Your betrayal will make those madmen want to get back at you, your family, and your servants at all costs—but so be it. My men will keep your family and your servants safe during this time. Monica, take him to collect the reward. Make sure it's generous, and also have Paul come over.”

"Yes, my lord."

Monica nodded with a wry smile. After leading Mr. Anton and his entourage out of the office, she was on her way to the Ministry of Finance, worrying about how to give Mr. Anton a suitable reward.

Mr. Anton was still in a daze. He swallowed hard and then asked the esteemed head maid of the Duke's mansion:

"Madam...excuse me, who is that gentleman?"

"Lord Yang Hao is the husband of the current Duke of Kosiché. If you meet him again in the future, please give him the utmost respect."

"...what?"

Mr. Anton was taken aback.

Then, after realizing who "Lord Yang Hao" was referring to.

"what?!"

He stared in disbelief and screamed, like a fanatical idol.

Chapter 144

Not long after Monica returned, she saw Yang Hao assigning tasks to Paul and Mr. Joseph in Mr. Joseph's office.

"Paul, go see Monsieur Napoleon later and tell him to prepare for the demolition of noble mansions—his soldiers are very good at breaking down doors, but it would be best to send some soldiers in plainclothes as well. Don't act rashly until you can wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

Also, go find the ponies of Kazimierz. I can't go to them myself... I'll just tell Miss Teresa to fabricate some crimes for those merchants that reek of capitalism—their Kazimierz is already almost corrupted by capitalism, and they're experts at that. Just ask them.

And Mr. Joseph, I need you to be prepared to publicly expose the crimes of those nobles—and we also need a legitimate, public justification for a massive purge right under the noses of the Imperial Guard. Do you understand? This matter is entrusted to you; I believe in your abilities.

"Just let me know if you need any help."

After accepting the task, Paul immediately went to work. Mr. Joseph, however, after a long period of silent and serious thought, made the following requests to Yang Hao:

"I need your and Lord Kosich's authorization so that I can mobilize the resources of all departments in the Duke's mansion to prove the [criminal] crimes of those nobles."

"Yes, this is fine." Yang Hao nodded, indicating that this was normal.

“In addition, if some nobles are involved with other duchies—such as the Duke of Nikolai—then I cannot directly have the judge try them.”

"Then may I preside over the trial myself?"

"of course can."

"so be it."

Yang Hao had seen plenty of cases where a nobleman was prevented from going to trial because he had relatives or friends in another duchy. But the problem was, he was now a figure of immense prestige in the duchy, second only to the duke—if the judges couldn't try those guys, then he would. As long as enough evidence was presented, he would bring them to trial even if the Emperor himself pleaded for them.

"One last question. What should we do if the Emperor's Imperial Guard makes it clear that they want to protect a certain nobleman?"

"...hiss."

This is a very good question.

Yang Hao frowned, pondering the gains and losses involved.

First, the current Duchy of Kosiché does not have the capacity to confront the entire Ursus Empire. This territory needs to cultivate its land to overcome the economic crisis before it can afford to expand its military.

Secondly, even if the army is expanded, Yang Hao's first priority should be dealing with the neighboring Dukedom of Nikolai—compared to the Ursus Emperor, who may be considered a normal person but is still annoying, those cannibalistic perverts are far more disgusting.

finally--

On another note, is the Ursus Emperor male or female?

Yang Hao vaguely remembered seeing the title of Emperor of Ursus on that marriage agency app—but never mind. Who cares if he's male or female, or even if he's incredibly powerful now? At worst, he and Kosichrie would just have to put up with it for a few years, and once they were strong enough, they could stand up to the emperor together.

“Then kill them all before the Imperial Guard discovers we’re eliminating the nobles they want to protect.” Yang Hao made a throat-slitting gesture: insubordination, he was a master at it. Colombia had done it before, what was there to be afraid of now? “Any other questions?”

“No, that’s all.” Mr. Joseph smiled and shook his head, indicating that he understood.

...

After finishing his work with Joseph, Yang Hao left the administrative office. He still had a lot of work to do today, one of which was to go to the audience hall to help Kosic with some political matters.

Fortunately, Monica had returned ahead of schedule. Under her attentive care, Yang Hao didn't need to worry about being too exhausted to move in the audience hall. Besides, having Monica around was really convenient for him.

"Monica, now that you're back, I finally don't have to have Paul following me around all the time," Yang Hao said sincerely. "With you here, my work efficiency has increased significantly. And I can rest anytime, anywhere, which is great."

"Hehe, I'm also glad you didn't faint in the bathroom, sir," Monica laughed. After handing Yang Hao a drink to help him regain his energy, she asked curiously if the next work arrangement was to go directly to the audience hall.

"Yes, after all, I can't go to the site for the next task—Monica, you'll definitely stop me from seeing with my own eyes how the Serpent Scales and the Gauls forcibly demolished those nobles' houses, right?"

"Of course. After all, as the head maid, I also have a responsibility to allow you, sir, to approach such a dangerous place."

"So, to avoid my trusted head maid being burdened with responsibilities that aren't hers because of my willfulness, I'll have no choice but to stay in the Duke's mansion during this extraordinary time. Alas, there are still some things I need to take care of—"

"For example, the Lubyanka Grand Hotel incident?"

"...Ahahaha."

Why did Lord Yang Hao look so embarrassed when I just mentioned it casually?

Monica blinked, realizing she seemed to have discovered something terrible. She frowned, wondering if Lord Yang Hao had really been forced to lose his virginity by the Kuranta people there. If that were the case, she'd better confirm it with Lord Koschche as soon as possible.

After all, if those Kuranta people really went this far, it was still a bit too much.

Monica never realized that it wasn't the Kuranta people who did something to her admired Lord Yang Hao, but rather that Lord Yang Hao had done something shocking to Miss Theresa. Alas, but then again, could Yang Hao be blamed? Of course not! After all, the Kuranta girls of the creed had gone too far, falsifying accounts to that extent—what could he do? He couldn't just keep his resentment bottled up inside, could he?

So, isn't it perfectly reasonable for him to flatter her a little? But then again, the way Teresa clearly got into character at the end still gave Yang Hao quite a fright... He didn't even notice that Teresa's stockings were noticeably wet before he quickly threw the ledgers and diary on the ground and ran away...

This was probably the first embarrassing thing Yang Hao encountered in his daily life in the Duchy of Kosiché—especially since his wife found out about it and then gave him a public reprimand.

"By the way, Monica."

"Yes?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to say welcome back."

However, Yang Hao clearly didn't want to focus his energy on that matter. He had another important thing to do today.

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

11:4 AM on April 5th.

When the fully armed Gallic Templars appeared on the streets not far from the residences of the nobles and merchants on the new list, those good-for-nothings were still unaware of the gravity of the situation. They were still at home cursing Duke Kosice's "ungrateful" work-for-relief program.

But the problem is, the Duke of Kosiché is probably older than all of them combined. Isn't it obvious who has forgotten their roots?

11:20pm.

The plainclothes soldiers of the Duchy of Kosiché have completed the blockade of all the noble and merchant residences. These skilled soldiers even disguised themselves as civilians, just so that after temporarily driving innocent passersby to safety, they could continue to lull the nobles and merchants into a false sense of security.

Some nobles had already sensed the unease, but many more nobles and merchants were preparing for lunch—they had money and resources, so their lunches were often lavish and full of aristocratic flair.

11:40pm.

Mr. Joseph contacted Paul, who was in charge on site, via communicator: He had completed the production of all the public charges, and now all that was left was to get to work.

But Paul wasn't in a hurry. He patiently waited another twenty minutes before receiving news from the foal in Kazimir.

"In short, we've fabricated charges against those businessmen—well, we've found evidence of their crimes. Their methods for covering up their crimes are still too naive; they didn't even bother to falsify invoices."

"...Are you sure everyone has it?"

“Yes, yes—and remember to have the boss come over in a few days. Theresa said there’s something he forgot in her office.”

"hiss..."