The night outside the house gradually deepened, and a little girl who pouted but pestered Fran all afternoon could not bear the surging sleepiness, and lay down beside Fran and fell into a deep sleep. Crystal saliva inadvertently flowed from the corner of her mouth, and Fran got up and pulled out a piece of paper, carefully wiping off the sparkle for her.

Poson on the side raised his eyebrows, gestured, and motioned to go out to chat. Fran nodded, after waving the maid to send Morin back to the room. He picked up the voyeur who was playing with a cat catching the ball and followed behind Posen. Twisting into a hidden passageway, through a narrow passageway, you enter a laboratory in the style of a precision gear, all kinds of familiar but unnamed experimental instruments are neatly arranged, and the owner of this laboratory is obviously very protective of them.

"Let's talk?" Poson opened the refrigerator in the corner, took out a few cans of beer, and placed them on the lab table.

Placing the voyeur in his arms on the laboratory table, watching him reach out his paws and curiously touch the frosty cold beer, Fran pulled over the round stool and sat down face to face with Posen.

"Wait a minute, I'll take care of some things here."

Poison thought that the so-called handling of some things in Franc's mouth was just sending some messages through the terminal or something, so he didn't take it to heart. just stretched out his hand to stroke around the black cat in front of the two, looking at the little guy who turned over comfortably and exposed his belly, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. I don't know what breed this cat is, but it feels really good to the touch. Seeing that he suddenly caught a glimpse of Fran staring at him with an ugly face, and even sweat flowed from the corners of his forehead. I couldn't help but ask with concern, "What's wrong?" Is something wrong? ”

"Meow~ It's nothing, it's just that I'm scared by you......" The voyeur turned over deftly, and finally broke free from the strange movements that fascinated the cat, and sat elegantly between the two, or in front of Fran, stretched out his right front paw, and gently combed his hair with his tongue.

Posen's hand froze in the air, and he squeezed out a smile a little stiffly, covering his ears and stealing the bell, "Haha...... I'm really not good at drinking, why am I drunk before I drink it......"

Fran's slightly pitiful gaze swept over Poson's comical face. There was no interruption of the poor man's self-deception, but there was a slight deference in his tone.

"Good evening, Your Majesty."

"Good evening, little meow." The voyeur turned his head dissatisfied, looking at the stunned Poson behind him, "Hey! That stupid guy, don't stop meow! ”

"Cats can talk......

He muttered to himself, staring blankly at the blank ceiling.

"Meow~ It's like this, why are you still playing with meow?" The peeper flashed his fangs in his mouth and tried to pounce on the pretending bad guy with a punch. After all, he'd been hanging out in the Norton Pavilion for days, and he didn't know that this seemingly harmless guy who only played treasure amused was a wilted lord at heart?

If it weren't for the awkwardness of the location, there was no way to put it into practice, so I could only secretly do things in this laboratory. He could assure him that the bad woman would be interested in it.

Besides, what's wrong with you, a guy who has even seen gods, a talking cat! Isn't that cuter than that stinky mouse?

Fran shook his head, took the voyeur into his arms from the test bed, and reached out to stroke his smooth fur.

"Meow ~ push harder ~ just like this meow ~ comfortable ~ Ness ~"

The Voyeur narrowed his eyes with some happiness, apparently enjoying the pleasures of this mortal cat.

"Can you tell me what you're here for?" Fran spoke softly, startling the guy on the other side who was pretending to be crazy and stupid, and looked at the guy who didn't know how to turn and go straight with a single knife. Hey, hey, hey! That's a cat that can only talk, so what's wrong with it, right? How can anyone come up and ask you what you are doing here?

It's like a normal fruit treasure special attack, you have to shout: "Fruit treasure mecha is in place!" As a result, there was a bad fruit in the team with a calm face and a wilted heart, regardless of the screenwriter's special mecha dress for the sake of water time, he directly picked up a wooden sword and slashed indiscriminately, and cut the thieves into sugarcane juice and dragon fruit pieces, making a sugarcane stewed dragon fruit. Then as the audience stares at the dog, the cast rolls past at ten times the speed.

Okay! The end of the play!

Although the result is very different, that is, the difference between fruit and juice, but there must be a process!

The voyeurs were a little stunned, and their eyes that finally narrowed widened again, like brass bells.

"Hey, hey, hey! Why do you think I'll tell you meow easily! The voyeur stretched out his little paw in dissatisfaction and scratched the back of Fran's hand lightly and lightly to show his dissatisfaction, "Say it again! I'm a demigod too! Beware of Ben Meow eating you in one bite......"

A certain unlucky guy who relied on his inner spit energy to return to his senses once again fell into a state of shock and loss of consciousness because of the amazing conversation between a cat and a person on the other side!

"Will you?" Ignoring the constant winks of the other side, Fran asked, and the action of petting the cat or the demigod in his hand never stopped.

"Of course I won't meow~" The voyeur is very honest, "I have a house to live in, delicious food, and servants to serve, and I'm not stupid to meow~" He jumped out of Fran's arms and stood on the experimental table, "Besides, my relationship with your father is good, how can I eat you......"

"In the first half, I can testify on behalf of His Majesty the Voyeur......" The old butler held up a tray full of freshly baked biscuits and all kinds of snacks, as well as a bottle of red wine that Furlong couldn't name, "The door is not closed, I took the liberty of coming in directly......" The old butler put the tray in his hand on the experimental table, "As for the second half, young master, Madame let me tell you a word." ”

"Huh?"

"Madame's exact words are, beware of that stupid cat who always likes to cause trouble." The incantation appeared in the old butler's hand. As if by an invisible hand, in a matter of seconds, the delicately crafted red wine floated from the tray under the influence of the mysterious force, and then the cork was automatically pushed out, and the rich aroma of the wine emanated from the blood-like liquor in the bottle. The stacked cups in the tray also floated and dispersed in the air, and the wine poured from the bottle was steadily accepted in the air.

Then it fell steadily in front of everyone, and even the voyeur had a red wine served on a special small plate.