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It seems the head maid's anger stemmed from this—Mr. Yang Hao's preference for some unknown wild woman from Kazdel over spending a night with her...
Mr. Yang Hao broke out in a cold sweat and forced a dry laugh: "It's just that I'm used to Monica taking the initiative to contact me... Now that she doesn't, I feel bad bothering her when she's busy, so, well, that's how it is..."
...
...
Until the caravan resumed its journey, both master and servant remained silent, at a loss for what to do.
Monica thought to herself—I misunderstood you, sir. Thinking about it carefully, it made sense; during that period, it seemed like Monica had always been the one initiating things. Under these circumstances, given that Monica suddenly became less proactive and hadn't shared any personal matters with you, it was perfectly reasonable for him to mistakenly believe that I'd recently lost interest in sex...
So...? Fine... I still feel really... annoyed with that Sarkaz. But if that's the case, and I was in the wrong first, then I'll let bygones be bygones regarding that bastard seducing my master.
However, it was essential to report this to Lord Koschche. This was the thought of Monica, the head maid who had been silently watching Mr. Yang Hao's profile.
Meanwhile, Mr. Yang Hao was thinking to himself—if I had known this would happen, I should have invited Monica to my room when she seemed to have been holding back for so long... Sigh! Life is unpredictable! The head maid who once invited me like a ghost is now the one I'm the one taking the initiative... Oh dear... I'll have to work harder on observing girls' expressions from now on...
And speaking of which... Monica was really angry, wasn't she?
...I need to cheer her up. This was Mr. Yang Hao's thought, as he broke out in a cold sweat.
The master and servant sat silently in their seats, lost in thought.
After a while... they went back.
After parting ways with everyone at the land-based ship... Monica followed Mr. Yang Hao, who was sweating profusely, to his room door.
Then she opened the door for her husband, went in first, and prepared everything he needed for a bath—including her own.
“I think we should have a talk tonight,” the head maid said to her master, “and it should be a long talk.”
"...I think so too."
Mr. Yang Hao nodded, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his face, and resolutely carried his clothes into the bathroom with his maid.
…………
The time came on September 1th.
For the past three days, Mr. Yang Hao has spent every evening alone with Head Maid Monica.
From being at ease on the first day, to the ordinary on the second day, and then to being somewhat exhausted on the third day—Mr. Yang Hao's physical fitness was being tested by an ascendant every minute.
This wasn't pleasant for Monica either. Although she was an ascended being, a girl from the mirror, Mr. Yang Hao had recently been acting unusually fiercely...
(How can Lord Koschei possibly keep up...) The obedient head maid thought to herself, standing behind Yang Hao. Even though she had put on makeup, her exhaustion was still obvious to the girls around her: (Lord Koschei... you'll cry when Lord Yang Hao gets home... is that alright?)
She sighed softly.
And it was at this moment that... a messenger from outside delivered the latest news.
"—The Yan people have started arresting their own 'Anti-Demon Faction'? And they haven't succeeded yet?" Mr. Yang Hao stared blankly at the contents of the intelligence report in his hand. "And it seems that the Anti-Demon Faction has also taken some of the Great Yan's Originium Arts technology—that's really good news! Margarita?! Can you predict their location for me? We can try to get some of the Yan country's Originium Arts technology too!"
"Huh? Okay—I'll do it right now..."
Basically, Yang Hao's brother-in-law failed in his attempt to capture those members of the "Anti-Demon Faction." The specifics of the failure are unclear, but in short, he failed—and it seems those members of the "Anti-Demon Faction" also leaked some secrets of the Great Yan Dynasty.
This is incredible! Yang Hao can't let go of something that could benefit Ursus!
Moreover, Miss Elegy's suggestion is enough to prove that this is definitely something that must be paid attention to!
[Event: The Secret of Yan Kingdom]
Whether it was with the help of a Great Yan immortal or simply with the assistance of other countries' anti-demon faction immortals, the anti-demon faction of Yan withstood the pressure from Great Yan.
However, as a price, their "lightning magic" from Yan Kingdom was leaked. This Originium technique for manipulating electrical phenomena has immense industrial value—whether it can be used by Ursus depends on your efforts.
I'm determined to get it!
Effect: Initiates a time-limited research event.
(The Grand Preceptor of Yan Kingdom has also received this news and is on his way.)
...
Thunder magic? If Yang Hao remembered correctly, it should be something related to [electricity].
Electricity, without a doubt, was a necessity in the industrial age.
Humans use [Lightning Magic], an Originium Arts technique, to manipulate large amounts of electricity to power industrial machinery—Yang Hao will simply call it a [human battery]...
In short, Yang Hao absolutely must acquire the human body battery technology—not only because of its industrial value, but also because it could potentially provide Ursus with assistance and reference from another civilization for its military development.
Simply put, the vast majority of individual combat gear in this world is made primarily of metal or leather. The conductivity of lightning on metal will undoubtedly have a significant impact and cause considerable damage in dense formations.
Leaving aside whether the Yan people have ever tried to use lightning in large-scale warfare... Yang Hao has his own unique perspective on lightning: whether it's storing energy to launch heavy metal blocks to cause armor-piercing damage, or using metal or fluid to conduct electricity and weaken the enemy's physical strength over a large area, or building some kind of war machine to elevate the power of the lightning operator to a terrifying level... In short, Mr. Yang Hao has an inexplicable impulse and curiosity about [lightning]!
It's definitely not because he wanted to use this kind of thing on the whip for slapping foals later, it's definitely not because of that...
"...But the Grand Preceptor of Great Yan? Monica, do you know who the Grand Preceptor of Great Yan is?"
"Hmm? Ah—I don't know."
This Grand Preceptor of the Great Yan Kingdom, who's on his way, is definitely a problem...
Yang Hao frowned, thinking that if he couldn't hide the secret from the Great Yan National Preceptor... he might not be able to bring the Yan Kingdom's secret back home.
But then I thought—if I can't get the secret of the Great Yan this time, I can always get it later!
After all, Yanwu will be in-laws from now on. As in-laws, it's not unreasonable for me to buy you a few secrets, right? Hahaha...
...
But why is my ominous premonition growing stronger?
Mr. Yang Hao closed his eyes and pondered for a long time. After a while, noticing that Margarita had not yet returned from the prophecy and that Ms. Northumbers was looking after her, he said to Karina and Monica:
"However, this matter is of great importance... Monica? Could you go back first and tell His Majesty and Kosiché? Karina, if there are any diplomatic issues, I need you to be prepared to deal with them—it could be a dispute with the Yan ambassador, or it could be a dispute with the Grand Preceptor alongside me. In short, I hope you are prepared."
"Well, I see."
"I understand, sir. I'll be going now."
Karina nodded in response, and Monica nodded and left. After they were both mentally prepared for their respective tasks, Mr. Yang Hao sat on the sofa, looking at the parts of the report he hadn't scanned before. He took out his phone, hesitated for a moment, and then decided that since he "couldn't refuse anymore," he would send a round of text messages to Princess Wei Qing to deepen their relationship.
Although the primary purpose of sending these text messages was to **prove his acceptance of the marriage** and to make some **diplomatic** preparations for his upcoming contact with the imperial advisor... regardless, ever since the case of **Margarita's teacher**, Yang Hao still had no idea what was going to happen next...
He definitely didn't want that kind of thing to happen. So, after thinking it over, the most important thing now was to confirm who that imperial advisor was and whether he was on the phone's contact list...
(It can't be such a coincidence...) Mr. Yang Hao muttered to himself, his eyes scanning every name on the phone screen: (Besides the original names, there really weren't any new names—wait, there's an offline list here? What's going on? Could these phones be turned off and offline?)
Mr. Yang Hao found this very puzzling. But when he thought about how the person in the "offline status" might have been offline for several years and had no way of having any connection with him, his worries subsided.
It shouldn't have anything to do with that Grand Preceptor of the Great Yan Kingdom, right? But thinking about it, I don't even know if he's male or female... so it really shouldn't be related to me.
Driven by this optimistic idea, Mr. Yang Hao clicked on that column—and then saw the only name in that column.
[The person who introduces you to food—is pre-booked.]
See? It's impossible after all!
Lord Yang Hao chuckled to himself: If I had had someone to introduce me to this world when I first came here, would I be in this situation now? So this is indeed impossible!
How could that Grand Preceptor of the Great Yan Kingdom possibly have anything to do with me!
Mr. Yang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this should be the case.
Chapter 221
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"Wei Su, I'm on my way—tell me, what's the situation?"
"Grand Preceptor, those traitors—they obtained the remains of a long-dead god. With the help of that god's remains, they repelled our arrest and leaked the secrets of my Great Yan's thunder magic in the form of [crystals]."
"The remains of gods? I see. They're using the power left on the corpses... Fine, those aren't enemies you can handle. Quickly tell your father to let the Grand Preceptor handle the rest."
"As ordered."
After hanging up the communication, the Grand Preceptor of the Great Yan sighed and continued his journey across the wasteland under the scorching sun.
While she could indeed get to Kazdel in a day—to be honest, that's the time she should be traveling and wandering the world. Why does this unfortunate child have to cause trouble for me out here at this crucial moment? Sigh, that's not quite right... but why does something so important that only I can handle happen while I'm resting?
The Grand Preceptor was aware of that group of "Anti-Demon Faction" members. In her mind, they were a group of pedantic nobles who hated the Sarkaz—the Grand Preceptor had no interest in what they had been through. After all, it was no exaggeration to say that their suffering couldn't compare to that of the gods of the Great Yan Dynasty. We were peacefully living in our respective mountains, and then one day some meddlesome scoundrel and outsiders ganged up on us and attacked us... ugh.
The Imperial Advisor took a deep breath.
Forget it. Anyway, what's done is done—the remains of a god; nothing could provide more power to those anti-demon factions. The question now is, how many corpses have they obtained in total?
A complete corpse of a god... is not the same as a small fragment of a god's corpse.
If we were to compare it to modern Originium Arts, it would be like the difference between acquiring a core power plant for an entire mobile city and the engine of a family car.
If it's the former—to put it bluntly, even the Imperial Advisor would find it difficult to deal with those petty villains from the Demon-Hating Sect. If it's the latter, then although troublesome, it can also be easily resolved.
"The scary thing is... it's not just a corpse, it also has the lingering soul of some unfortunate soul on it."
The Imperial Advisor muttered to herself as she walked along the desolate road. Yes, that's exactly what she feared.
If it's just a corpse—it might be difficult to deal with, but it can still be resolved.
If there are still remnants of souls above... then the Imperial Advisor will need to request support from the Great Yan Dynasty, sending more immortals or deities to resolve the situation as quickly as possible.
To be honest, the Great Yan's hunt back then was a disaster for all the gods.
Although the Imperial Advisor had also been severely beaten back then, in any case, so much time has passed that she has become indifferent to what happened back then—but this does not mean that all gods are as indifferent as she is.
Some gods, even now, yearn for revenge against the Great Yan—even though the Great Yan of today is not the same as it was hundreds of years ago, its people are not the same as they were hundreds of years ago, and even its current emperor is not the same as he was hundreds of years ago... They are single-mindedly focused on revenge. These vengeful spirits may never forget their desire for revenge against the Great Yan, even until their deaths.
The Imperial Advisor admitted that she did indeed harbor hatred for the Great Yan Dynasty of that time—but that was not a reason to seek revenge on ordinary people who knew nothing of what happened back then. What she wanted revenge on was the Great Yan Dynasty of that time and the emperor of that time. Now that the emperor was dead, and the Great Yan Dynasty had paid a heavy price, she herself was able to live such a peaceful life thanks to the Great Yan Dynasty of that time, so it was fine.
...But those madmen are a different story. The Grand Preceptor doesn't want his wooden house to be destroyed by some random people who hold a grudge.
"Ugh..."
She sighed. She had come in such a hurry that she had only just arrived in the south, and the rice noodle rolls she had just ordered but hadn't had a chance to eat were still warm when she reached the wasteland half a day's journey from Kazdel.
But the food couldn't solve her terrible mood... Her only hope was that when she got there, she'd find the mess wasn't as bad as she'd imagined—and then again...
"...Now would be a good time to go and meet the Duke who is about to marry Wei Qing? Hmm, even just a glimpse from afar would be fine... I hope he doesn't end up like those ordinary Ursus people, turned into beasts by time and power."
...
The Grand Preceptor of the Great Yan Kingdom muttered to himself as he strode swiftly across the wilderness.
Her beautiful tail feathers inevitably got a little dusty.
Meanwhile, just as the Grand Preceptor was rushing to Kazdel—Yang Hao was also looking on in bewilderment at something that had come with Monica…
"Monica... what's this?"
"Hmm. This is something Lady Koschei prepared for you." For some reason, the head maid Monica's expression looked rather strange... "According to Lady Koschei, this is a [talisman] she prepared for you using her own... using Miss Lorelei's Originium Arts."
"amulet?"
"Yes. Although Miss Lorelei is quite strong, making such a talisman will still tire her out for several days—this is Lady Koschche's way of showing concern for you, after all, she doesn't want anything to happen to you outside, so please accept it."
"I'll accept it even if you don't tell me... But speaking of which, what are the effects of this amulet?"
This is something like a rough "amulet" made of jade, supposedly handcrafted by Kosiché.
Although it looks more like a ring, Mr. Yang Hao wore it properly on the ring finger of his left hand.
When faced with Yang Hao's question and seeing the envious looks from the women around her—especially Miss Margarita's envious gaze—Monica, the head maid, merely twitched her lips and shook her head, indicating: This is just a talisman that can prevent [mental interference].
"It's basically this: if someone were to attempt to challenge your spirit, or even attack your spiritual body, this ring would serve its purpose. Hmm? Ah, you ask why we don't need it? On one hand, our lives aren't as important as yours. On the other hand, even Miss Karina is capable of ensuring her own safety... The only one here who needs our safety most is you."
"...I know, I know! There's no need to keep bringing up the key points...really..."
"But sir, you always... Sigh! Never mind, it's good that you know. I'll go and have the cooks prepare lunch for everyone... Oh, right, sir."
"Eh?"
"Lord Kosiché also asked me to pass on a message to you—it also contains Lord Grin's message. And of course, it also contains Her Majesty Catherine's message."
"Oh? Please go ahead."
Yang Hao became serious, sat up straight in his chair, and paid close attention to what his two wives and the mother of his child had said.
The girls around them—especially Margarita—were also very curious about it...Ms. Northum couldn't stop her, and with a wry smile, she also pricked up her ears, determined not to miss a single clue.
Karina seemed uninterested, but Monica already knew she had her own ideas... and was already subtly harboring thoughts of "stealing food" from Lord Koschche.
Oh well—anyway, I've already had my share, so what does it matter to me whether Lord Koschche gets enough to eat?
The loyal head maid blinked, and then she said: