"I order you to open your stomach." The Cheshire Cat squatted in front of the refrigerator and shouted, raising his head and muttering what others didn't understand.

"I order you to open your stomach, you lazy guy." The Cheshire Cat could almost smell the half-open cat canned food put in the artificial human in the refrigerator. The refrigerator was shy, unlike the vinyl record machine that kept singing. No matter how the Cheshire Cat urged the guy who pretended to be dead, it just didn't open the door. But the Cheshire Cat was not angry, because even if its owner came, he had to move the refrigerator to open its cold belly.

"If you don't open the door, I'll do the same thing as everyone else." The Cheshire Cat warned for the last time.

As a cat, it deeply understands the hardships of this family.

In recent nights, its owner always makes loud noises when he and his mistress are making villains, and those sounds make another mistress angry. She seems to have reached the estrus and needs a villain to lick. The Cheshire cat can understand this idea. After all, before its balls are lost, the female cats came to the door. As long as a drop of urine is left outside, the female cats will grab the door during the estrus. The kittens are also exposed in this way - at least there is only one cat with green stripes nearby.

But now no matter how long it has been urinating outside, the female cat has no longer paid attention to it.

As a cat, it can feel the hard work of its owner.

The Cheshire Cat sighed with a mature look. It was originally just a little soul of Avaloni. Until one day, it was attracted by a magic, and then signed a contract in a mess, staying with its owner forever. It was not bad. It was quite satisfied with this noisy, crowded world, and many delicious foods. It even had its own servant - the Cheshire Cat didn't know how the servant looked at things with his eyes blindfolded, but she would feed me every day, so she must be my servant.

Apart from the big bird that was on fire, the Cheshire cat could never rush its tail feather. The sounds made by its owner and mistress did disturb its hunting operations. But it did not express its opinion on this matter, because regardless of whether it hunts or not, its owner can always hunt cats from the refrigerator. The Cheshire cat believed that this was an extremely difficult task, and a shy refrigerator was the biggest obstacle.

"I order you to open your stomach." This time, the Cheshire Cat just yelled in a low voice.

The night belongs to the cat, and it will leaps in the shadows of the corners of the room, finding enemies that will appear in cups, bowls, and in all containers. It will flap between the sofa and the pillow, grab the glittering elf in the air and swallow it in one bite. It will chant a long poem from Avalon under the moonlight, even if it only remembers the beginning and the pollen that falls on its nose when eavesdropping on the leprechaun’s singing.

The night belongs to the cat. It will lie in its owner's arms when the sun is full of sunshine, enjoying the rustling sound of parchment paper and the owner's pleasant caress. It will feast on sleepy eyes, then forget whether it has eaten, and shout to make another serving. It will lie on everything that can heat up, enjoying the warmth, including magic that the cat should enjoy in this world.

Why not? Are cats not the owner of this world?

It remembers magic, the kind of thing that passes through the body and makes its hair stand up. It feels special. Although magic belongs to the owner, the Cheshire Cat feels that it should be able to do something to the refrigerator. "Magic!" It threatens loudly, "I will cast magic on you if you don't open your stomach anymore."

The refrigerator does not move at all, only the slight vibration emitted by the refrigerator.

"Are you scared?" The voice sounded very obvious to the Cheshire Cat. It shouted happily, "If you are scared, then open your stomach soon! I want to eat canned food and cake! If you want to guarantee that you won't say it out, I can share you with a little."

After a while, seeing that all the coercion and inducement were invalid, Cheshire Cat planned to try something else.

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"Well, if you want to eat canned cats, you can definitely let Dinah give it to you." Salomon frowned, frowned the fat cat's back neck, stared at the cat's eyes wide open, showing an innocent look, "Instead of turning everything out of the refrigerator like now."

The Cheshire Cat screamed twice in grievance, and its emotions were accurately conveyed to Salomon by the contract. But the Secret Mage did not feel soft-hearted. After finishing his ideological education on Laura Crawford, he saw the Cheshire Cat jumping up and down in the refrigerator as soon as he got home. He would not be happy that his cat would open the refrigerator door.

This is a magic pet, not an ordinary cat, it is much smarter than an ordinary cat!

After all, the cat, which weighs more than 15 pounds, seemed to have turned out everything stored in the refrigeration layer. Not only that, the fat cat ate at least half a cake, and it also rolled in the cake - it could be seen from the cream on the mouth that it tried to lick off and the piece of frosting on the cat's ears that it tried to stick to its head. It should be very happy before Salomon came home.

Fortunately, this is a magic beast, not an ordinary cat, otherwise it would have been time to go to the pet hospital after eating so much cake.

"What, Dinah is not at home, Berenita takes her out?" Salomon turned around and found that he was the only one in the house. When asked about the Cheshire Cat, he only said that Athena had a call (it answered it, it meowed at the microphone, and Athena could understand it too), and then Berenita and Joan of Arc were wearing beautiful clothes and drove out the door with the artificial maid. The Cheshire Cat said that he originally wanted to go, but it refused the invitation to accompany the boring refrigerator.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Don't talk about stealing food so smart next time, stupid cat." The secret mage gave up pursuing the trouble caused by this greedy fat cat, because this stupid cat will not change anyway, and the weight loss measures will only be it looking for something to eat everywhere. He summoned a few invisible servants to clean up, organize the refrigerator, and threw the Cheshire cat into the sink to wash it.

"No bath water is allowed." This is Salomon's warning to Cheshire Cats, "No hair licking when taking a bath."

"Woo meow..."

After dealing with these things, he had time to see what news the radio wave running around the world was chasing his butt. Professor Randolph's matter was resolved, perhaps because of the continuous crossing of time zones, Salomon could not calculate how long it had been for Agent Colson, but he was still very happy that his Lun rune stone could come in handy - Agent Colson sent him a photo of several people frozen in ice, and the Berserker cane they could vaguely see the berserker cane in their hands.

Agent Colson said that he could cooperate next time, and that he had helped Professor Randolph forged an identity and he would start a new life. So Salomon sent Professor Randolph's current position to Colson. As the highest level of confidentiality, any contract owner can know the location of the contractor, which is not a very powerful function. He is just showing a fact to Agent Colson.

"Look!" he said, "I never leave any flaws."

Another news, artificial intelligence urged him to complete the alchemy body as soon as possible, and it asked Salomon to visit its executor.

neglect.
Chapter completed!