My wife is an immortal black snake.

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That evening, Ms. Northam went to look for Sanae again, and after carefully instructing the timid, obedient rock crab on its next task, she began to walk toward the Colombian army camp not far away.

She walked away confidently, without even changing out of her Columbia uniform. She tied her long, gray hair into a ponytail, then coiled it into a bun and secured it firmly at the back of her head with a rubber band. She felt confident that she should be able to infiltrate the area without any problems.

“Draw the key parts... I reckon that bastard is planning to send his secret forces to carry out a decapitation strike when the Colombians attack tomorrow, and he probably also plans to take those new weapons back for research... Ugh, politicians are all corrupt. Margarita, Margarita, can you really handle a man like that...? Sigh..."

As Ms. Norsen muttered something to herself, she used her Originium Arts, being a Blood Demon, to infiltrate the heavily guarded military camp.

For Blood Demons, in addition to their Originium Arts, their physical bodies are also exceptionally powerful. Take Lady Norsen for example; she possesses more than two special skills. One skill is a physical ability she developed herself, while her other, most proficient skill, is her Originium Arts.

She called her Originium Arts "Invisibility." She had never used this skill in front of Margarita, partly because if you, as a teacher, are invisible while instructing someone, what's the student supposed to see?

On the other hand, it's because Ms. Northrend doesn't like this ability... because it's utterly useless to this ancient blood demon who has lived in seclusion for hundreds of years: it's no exaggeration to say that if Ms. Northrend could choose another Originium Arts to replace this ability, she would rather simply conjure a fireball than have the ability to become invisible at any time...

Despite her disdain, when it came time to use this Originium Arts, Ms. Northumi had to swallow her pride and admit: being able to become invisible is really awesome.

"Hiss—but then again, why does the Colombian military camp seem so strange? None of the crossbowmen are equipped with crossbow bolts... Is it because the recent supplies haven't arrived? Or is it simply to conserve ammunition at night?"

Stealthily passing through the entrance to the Colombian eastern position, Ms. Northon slowly moved along the edge of the illuminated area towards what appeared to be an ammunition depot, carefully studying the equipment of the nearby Colombian soldiers. "Truly, this is a newly established nation," she thought, "their equipment is so advanced!"

But then again...

Why do your archers and crossbowmen use so few arrows?

Ms. Northumbers curiously observed a crossbowman standing guard in front of the armory. She carefully examined his quiver and noticed that it only contained ten bolts, less than half full. Ms. Northumbers keenly realized that the Colombians' battle tomorrow would certainly not be easy.

Since we're short on ammunition, we can just note down the location of this armory and mark it. But since your crossbowmen are short on ammunition, does that mean your food supplies are almost gone too?

Ms. Northumber licked her lips, then went to a quiet corner, took out a map, scribbled on it, and then put it back. She then began to look for nearby buildings related to food warehouses and kitchens.

And then she actually found them—but while searching for these buildings, she unexpectedly ran into a few guys who looked very familiar...

'Those guys...aren't they capitalists from Kazimir? I've seen their pictures in the newspapers in Kazimir!' Ms. Northumbers looked at the Kazimir capitalists heading towards the military camp's conference room with a strange expression: 'Even if you wanted to betray your country, you wouldn't do it the day before the final battle, would you? At least see who wins before making a decision! But never mind...let me write down their names...by the way, is that the conference room over there? Uh...'

The meeting room—I need to write that down too. It's those capitalists... one, two, three, four...

Ms. Northumbered the location of the meeting room on the map, while also noting the names of the capitalists who had secretly surrendered to Columbia. However, while recording, Ms. Northumbered realized a very serious problem: surely these capitalists hadn't brought over the map of the Knights' deployment in Casimir's campaign against the Great Knights' Territory?

Although I thought it was impossible... then I realized that those capitalists had already done many things that Ms. Northumbery wouldn't even dare to dream of, so...

"..."

She shook her head and finally decided not to risk continuing the investigation: her job was only to mark some of the core facilities of the Colombian military camp on the map; anything else was not her responsibility.

But then I thought, if I could help more, maybe that bastard would treat Margarita better out of respect for my hard work... So why don't I give it a try?

Ms. Norsen thoughtfully stuffed the heavily marked map back into her pocket. After a while, the old blood demon continued to venture deeper inside, and soon followed the capitalists to the outside of the conference room.

The place was heavily guarded, with even temperature sensors in operation. Ms. Northumbern simply couldn't risk going any further inside—all she could do was climb onto the roof of a nearby barracks and stand there, using her Blood Demon eyesight to examine every window of the building as thoroughly as possible.

Then she was disappointed—it was obvious the actual meeting wouldn't be in the outer room. Since the next steps were also fruitless, she might as well continue with her original work and memorize the key locations in the surrounding area first!

"Sigh, what a waste of emotion."

Ms. Northumbers muttered something to herself and silently jumped to the ground. She ran around amidst the Colombian soldiers' deep snores, finally finishing recording everything by 2:20 a.m.

She should go back—hopefully she can hand in her work results when she returns.

Chapter 116

At 3:20 a.m., Yang Hao did not rest. In fact, none of the core personnel rested tonight. Everyone was gathered in the conference room of the Land-going Ship, busily preparing for the major event of the Colombian all-out attack today.

When Ms. Northum returned in a hurry to hand in her work, she was relieved to see that Margarita wasn't working there: That's more like it! Adults should do their own work. Making children work all night with you is disgusting! And Mr. Yang Hao? Why do you, an ordinary human being, seem to be getting more and more energetic?

Are you perhaps one of those people who sleeps on a reversed day-night cycle? Hmm, I hope you can adjust your time difference properly by then, otherwise it would be a problem if Margarita came back to sleep with you at night and you were so energetic that she couldn't sleep.

“Here you go.” Thinking this, Ms. Northumbern’s hands moved swiftly. She pulled a pre-marked map from her pocket and tossed it over Ms. Theresa and the others who were standing between them. She then gave the man who caught the map and hurriedly unfolded it a wry smile: “Also, some of the capitalists in Casimir have already defected to the Colombian army camp—they might have even taken the deployment maps of the Conquering Knights with them. What do you think?”

"This is a good thing. In that case, Columbia's army will advance rapidly towards the Grand Knight Territory, giving my army room for a surprise attack and encirclement—what about Sanae's side?"

“I’ve already moved it to where it’s supposed to stay and watch the show. But are you sure you really want to do this? What if the Columbians have enough reserves to withstand your surprise attack, and then the Casimir Knights can’t hold off the Columbians because their defenses have been exposed… then you’ll lose this battle.” Lady Northumen was full of doubt about Yang Hao’s confidence. Although she had indeed heard about the various great achievements Yang Hao had accomplished in Ursus since becoming Duke—domestic affairs and military affairs were completely different matters.

I admit you're strong in domestic affairs, but what about your military?

Faced with Ms. Northumbert's skepticism, Mr. Yang Hao simply smiled, made some annotations on the map, and then handed it to Mr. Bozhuokast, who was sitting beside him intently working on tactical planning. Afterward, Mr. Yang Hao explained to Ms. Northumbert:

"We have the advantage in numbers, and we are at a disadvantage in terms of land-based ships, but we have an undisputed advantage in mobile cities—and in terms of military prowess, we are roughly on par with the Colombians. Then there's the intelligence you brought back: our weaponry is not as advanced as the Colombians', about 40 years behind..."

"Yes, that's a very good data comparison—so what are you planning to do?"

“It’s simple. I will use the map you brought back to have my spies sabotage their key facilities by following the markings before the Colombians launch their final offensive. Most importantly, we need to deliberately give the Colombians the illusion that we can win, so that they will concentrate the vast majority of their forces on the defenses of the Grand Knight’s territory.”

"But you still haven't answered me on the key to ending this battle before the Kazimirs are defeated."

"The key lies in Margarita's [prophetic] ability." Yang Hao snapped his fingers, indicating that his above plan was merely an add-on, and the key to solving the problem lay with Margarita.

"...Are we finally getting to the point?"

Faced with Yang Hao's almost blatant intention to use his apprentice, Ms. Norsen merely twitched her lips and gestured for him to continue.

Yang Hao stated that Margarita's prophetic abilities would be key to this final battle. If the crucial intelligence brought back by Ms. Northumbria could make the battle easier, then Margarita's existence would guarantee victory.

“I’ve already reached an agreement with Margarita. She’s willing to use her prophetic abilities to help us, and all we need is for her to predict the three most crucial points. One is the direction of the Colombian’s general offensive, another is the location where the Colombians are preparing to use their new type of bomb, and the third is the location of the Colombian commander during the battle.”

"Huh?"

He began to explain the significance of confirming these three key milestones.

The three nodes correspond to three key points in this decisive battle. The first node confirms the direction of the Colombian general offensive—after which Yang Hao can have his remaining troops and the practical knights stop the enemy's attack.

The second step will be to confirm the location where the Colombians used nuclear weapons—Yang Hao will then have the special forces team lay in ambush beforehand, seize the bomb, and use it later.

The third step will pinpoint the location of the Colombian army's brain. Once their general's location is confirmed, General Bojocasti can personally lead his men to deal with them. Without their general, an army will crumble in chaos—although some units will certainly regroup thanks to their experience and officers, even a few minutes of chaos in the final battle will determine the outcome.

At these three crucial junctures, Yang Hao also obtained vital intelligence from Ms. Northumbria—with this information, barring unforeseen circumstances, Yang Hao could further weaken the Colombians' strength before the decisive battle began. This might involve drastically reducing their already scarce supplies, poisoning their kitchens and food warehouses to create thousands more sick soldiers before the battle even commences, or even launching a direct attack on their command center.

Thanks to the information provided by Ms. Norsen, Yang Hao was able to do many things. Therefore, Yang Hao was very grateful for Ms. Norsen's efforts, and he planned to give her the agreed-upon reward right now.

"Then there's the matter of compensation—"

"...Alright. Come with me."

"Huh? Oh, I see."

Then, under the puzzled gazes of Theresa and the others, Yang Hao got up and left the conference room with Ms. Norsen.

"...What are they going to do?" Theresa muttered to herself, glancing back at Sonia, who was helping Yang Hao organize his documents without saying anything, before turning back to Karina and whispering, "Why don't you go with them, Karina?"

"No, that won't work... After all, they're probably going to talk about something important, so I definitely can't go with them."

"Oh? Doesn't that make us even more curious? Oh well... After all, Ms. Norsen is still an outsider to us. If she insists on paying the fee privately, there's nothing we can do about it."

The meeting room quickly quieted down. Everyone was busy with their preparations: Mr. Bozocasti was planning based on the map; he would have to go back to his officers later for detailed deployment. Theresa was contacting her remaining troops to prepare for the situation, while Karina was assisting her. Ms. Sonia was busy helping Mr. Yang Hao organize the work to be done, so she couldn't leave for the time being—the only ones currently idle on the entire landship were probably Hela and Margarita, fast asleep in their rooms.

And so, Yang Hao followed Ms. Norsen to a secluded spot on the Landship, a place without even security cameras—it seemed to be a warehouse filled with supplies needed for the Landship.

"that--"

Originally, Yang Hao planned to cut his wrist with the letter opener he carried with him, so that Ms. Northon could have a good sucking. However, before he could do so, Ms. Northon stopped him, sternly stating that he could use a knife, but only if she did it.

“I don’t want Margarita to know that you actually cut your own wrists with a knife—it would be better to make it look like an accident.”

"Yes, is that so? Then—here, this is a letter opener..."

"enough."

Ms. Norson took the letter opener and looked at Yang Hao's outstretched wrist with a somewhat complicated expression. Unlike the smooth and delicate wrist of a young man, it had the rough and muscular wrist of a mature man.

To be honest, Ms. Northumber hadn't actually drunk truly fresh blood in a long time. If you had to pinpoint a time, it might be decades since she'd drunk blood directly drawn from a human body.

After all, even a reclusive life must abide by the law, right? While adhering to the law, Ms. Northumber's daily diet consisted of frozen blood obtained directly from the hospital. Although she sometimes obtained fresh blood, less than a day old, this was the first time in decades that she had ever sucked blood from a person like this.

It's similar to what's called... a "second-hand virgin." After not having sex like this for a long time, she's like those "second-hand virgins" who haven't had sex in a long time. Although that "hymen" is gone, her movements have become clumsy again—but Norsen, Norsen, why are you thinking so much?!

It's just about absorbing blood again, right?! There's really no need to hesitate so much...

...

She swallowed hard, gently lifting Yang Hao's right hand with her left, then controlling the letter opener she had already pulled out, pressing the sharp end tightly against Yang Hao's wrist...

"Um, could you be a little gentler? To be honest, you're making me really nervous..."

"Go to hell. I heard Margarita say that you were a skilled bricklayer back in the day—don't be so effeminate over such a minor scrape."

"But what bothers me is that it looks like you're planning to chop my wrist off..."

"...illusion."

Huh? You're showing it? Sigh, please forgive me. I haven't drunk blood in so long, of course I want to just cut off your wrist and then use your carotid artery like a tap to drink the blood that gushes out—

For Margarita's sake, fine, fine, I won't be so ruthless... Just like that, a gentle stroke—

"—"

Ms. Northumbered faintly the sound of blood gushing from the wound. The man hadn't made a sound; well, a real man, I'll add a point—but then again...

"..." This blood, isn't it too fragrant? No, what exactly is going on here?

This, this is...

Lady Norsen inhaled the scent of the blood flowing from Yang Hao's wrist, a strange fragrance that only a Blood Demon could detect...

It smells so good, it's really amazing—not just smells good, but more importantly, what's going on?

It's like possessing both the innocence of a virgin and the skills of a seasoned prostitute at the same time, Mr. Yang Hao, what's going on with your blood?!

It's a blend of two almost incompatible flavors... the natural sourness of the blood is brought out by a perfectly balanced sweetness, while the rich, refreshing taste acts as a final, perfect bulwark against any overpowering flavors...

Even within the entire Blood Demon society, this man is a top-tier talent, worthy of being a state banquet host...

Ms. Northumb couldn't help but open her mouth. She couldn't control her teeth, to the point that her canines began to involuntarily twitch.

"Ms. Norson?"

"...nothing."

Under temptation, Ms. Northumbers gave a vague and hesitant answer. Sweating profusely, she thought to herself, "I must resist, I absolutely must resist..."

If it were to suck someone to death, that would be...

So you must resist the urge!

She closed her eyes, imagining the most delicious blood she had ever tasted, and tried to describe Yang Hao's blood as "nothing special." As she slowly approached the wrist from which blood was gushing, constantly stimulating her nasal passages and her appetite.

Ms. Norson slowly took his wrist into her mouth and licked away every last drop of blood with her tongue.

What is this?! She instinctively sucked on it, like a dessert lover trying milk tea for the first time. Ms. Norsen carefully yet greedily licked and sucked, even stirring his wound with the tip of her tongue. What is this?!

This sweetness, this perfectly balanced flavor, that appetizing sourness, and this... and that...

hiss--

No! I can't drink that much; I have to stop sucking blood now! I can't drink any more!

Ms. Norson's mind was screaming, trying to free her body from the temptation.

But it had been far too long since she had personally sucked blood from a person. Despite her inner warnings, her body continued to greedily suck.

Drop by drop, drop by drop...

Ms. Northumbers savored the long-awaited delicious food—while Yang Hao, pale-faced, realized that Margarita's appetite truly couldn't compare to her teacher's...

Chapter 117

.......

After a while.

When Ms. Northumbers finally managed to remove her tongue from Yang Hao's wrist, she was quite satisfied...

Two minutes have passed.

Ms. Norsen sucked Yang Hao's blood for a full two minutes.

She had no idea how many milliliters of blood she had drunk—but in any case, having enjoyed a round of blood personally sucked from a man at a state banquet level, Ms. Norsen was in a very good mood, and her opinion of Yang Hao had also improved considerably.

On the other hand... she also felt quite embarrassed. Especially when she noticed that Yang Hao's face was unusually pale.

"...Sorry, I accidentally got a little tipsy." She laughed awkwardly, then stuck out her tongue to lick the remaining fragrant blood from the corner of her mouth. "But your blood is indeed quite good—although I feel it would be even better if it were a bit richer, but considering how messy your personal relationships are. Fine, very good, a good man worthy of our Blood Demon's national banquet."

"Hiss... May I ask, am I attending your banquet as a guest?" Yang Hao rubbed his right wrist, then took the letter opener back from Ms. Norsen. His face was pale, and he smiled slightly, making a small joke.

"It's ingredients. Well, it really is time to go back—I need to go back and check on Margarita. Do you still have to work?"