Here, the Lord said this is a good thing

12 month 25 day.

There is only one week left until the New Year, but unfortunately, there is no such thing as Christmas in this world, and similar birthdays of gods have long passed.

So for the people of Cedarville, this day was just an ordinary Monday.

Bartley woke up very early. As a cat, a mature, healthy, self-disciplined and strong cat, it never wakes up after the sun rises.

Bartley carefully stretched his paw out of the blanket and after testing the room temperature outside and finding that it was not cold, he crawled out from under the blanket.

It shook its hair, arched its body, stretched, and yawned loudly.

Although the lights were off in the room and the sun hadn't risen outside the window yet, this little darkness was no problem for a cat.

It spent a few seconds thinking about its schedule for the day, then jumped off the sofa.

The warm... even hot floor made Bartley squint his eyes. He almost couldn't help but lie down and enjoy the temperature of the floor heating like a useless cat.

But it was not a useless cat, so it soon widened its eyes again and looked at its feet with a somewhat disgusted look.

"I thought humans were extravagant enough just by laying carpets... I didn't expect humans to have this thing. They are truly a race that will do anything to enjoy themselves!"

No one could hear Bartlett's soliloquy because it made no sound at all, either cat or human.

Its inner voice acted on the air, in the form of a wonderful barrage of blue fluorescent words, floating in the air for three seconds.

Then it fell to the ground and disappeared.

This was not a new ability of Bartley, but the work of a bad cat that had been tormenting him in his dreams for more than half a month.

Thanks to this ability that seems more like a curse, Bartley's communication efficiency with humans has increased dramatically recently.

Of course, this is definitely not a good thing for Bartley.

No intelligent life would want all of its thoughts to be made public.

No!

"Unless...it's force majeure...Damn it, when will this kind of life end?"

Seeing his inner voice falling from the sky and shattering once again before disappearing into thin air, Bartlett's face showed a very human expression of despair.

It could only look up at the window, and after jumping onto the windowsill, it stepped on a half-dead potted plant to gain leverage and easily opened the window.

"Hoohoo!"

A gust of cold wind instantly hit the cat's face, almost making it fall off the windowsill.

"Persistence... is victory! You can't do without practice! God knows when Ye He will offend someone he can't afford to offend and never show up again?"

The barrage of voices in the room was the reason why Bartley gritted his teeth, climbed out of the window, and exposed himself to the cold wind.

It familiarized itself with the cold air outside, then climbed down along the outer wall of the Continental Hotel with nimble steps.

It was not until it reached about the fifth floor that it stopped going down because it saw the depth of the snow on the ground.

"Let's go up..."

As the barrage of thoughts fell and left traces on the snow, Bartley also leaped and jumped onto the outer heating pipes of the building next door.

Following these pipes that were strong enough to support the weight of an adult, Bartley moved forward between buildings, jumping occasionally, and advanced through the city at a not-so-slow speed.

It can always find the shortest distance between buildings. If it can't find it, it can just think of something in its mind first, and then within three seconds it can leap forward with the barrage of "winter melon, pumpkin, watermelon, corn, carrot" in its mind.

Yes, these barrages of thoughts are not only physical, but can also support Barrett to stay in the air for a short period of time.

Not long ago, it even used this thing to block an arrow for a rich second-generation, and also used it to knock out a wanted criminal who was trying to escape.

Bartley is a smart and capable cat!
"Good morning."

In addition, it has long discovered that as long as it speaks out what is in its mind, the barrage of inner voices will not be generated.

It now jumped into a cozy detached apartment, and the person Bartley greeted was Phil, who had just climbed out of bed with her pajamas in disarray.

"Ha~yawn, I'm going to brush my teeth...close the window..."

Fei'er's figure disappeared at the door of the bathroom, and Bartley stretched out his tail and closed the window that Fei'er had opened for him half a minute ago.

"Good morning."

"Oh, good morning, Mr. Bartlett."

Bruce was no longer surprised by the fact that there were cats growing in his girlfriend's room.

The rich second-generation gentleman wearing an apron seemed to be preparing breakfast. He looked at the five words "Milk is enough" that fell from Bartley's side, smiled at Bartley, and then returned to the kitchen.

This is Fei'er's home, yes, but because Fei'er's parents decided to travel around the world on a whim, this place has temporarily become the base for this small group.

Bartlett jumped onto the dining table and while waiting for his warm milk, he glanced at the sofa that Bruce had slept on to form a "human" shape.

As it raised its eyebrows, many comments were heard beside it, such as:

"Not getting married yet? Not getting married yet? Not getting married yet? Not getting married yet..."

"Can't you sleep in after you get married?"

"This kid must be lacking Ye He's love and care!"

"No! Please don't tell Mr. Ye He about Fei'er and me. We have a plan! It's just..."

Bruce came out of the kitchen and put down the plate of warm milk. He scratched his head helplessly at Bartlett:

"Fei'er's parents haven't come back yet, you know that..."

"Huh? What happened to my parents?"

Fei'er just pushed the door open and scared the man and the cat.

"nothing!"

Bruce felt very guilty. Although Fei'er would be eighteen years old in a week, he felt that they had only been in a relationship for a short time and had not yet reached the stage where he could propose to her.

Of course, it is also possible that this rich second-generation young master, who is a hundred times more innocent than Fei'er, is shy.

"nothing?"

Of course, Fei'er would not be fooled so easily by Bruce. She immediately looked at Bartley, focusing on the top of the cat's head and the sides of its body.

“Warm milk is so delicious!”

"Delicious, delicious!" "It would be great if I could sleep in the same bed with warm milk!"

The cat, who was drinking milk with its head down, did not betray Bruce, which made Bruce feel relieved and also made Fei'er give up thinking about such trivial matters.

Rather than considering these "sick men", Fei'er cares more about today's "plan".

She first took today's newspaper to the dining table, and while enjoying the bacon and eggs carefully prepared by Bruce, she finished reading the newspaper at a very fast speed.

"Huh? The Federation is so busy?"

Walter's death was valuable. It was a major event that almost shook the entire upper echelons of the Federation and even spread to the empire. Even the newspapers in Sedwell published it.

"What happened? Did Mr. Ye He do something?"

When he heard the word "Federation", Bruce immediately remembered the information that "Ye He is in the Federation".

"There are not many deaths, and no cities have disappeared from the map. It doesn't seem like he did it."

Fei'er's reply was simple and straightforward, but it unexpectedly convinced both the man and the cat.

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"The more lively it is over there, the less attention the 'new energy' here will attract. Isn't that why that woman sent Yehe over there?"

Bartlett also raised his head and spoke his opinion in human language. He glanced at the front-page headline of the newspaper that Fei'er handed to Bruce:

"Super big "earthquake", nearly 100 federal government officials resigned, and no one in the three hospitals was spared!"

"Political matters? That doesn't seem like Ye He's work."

As the barrage of thoughts fell, Phil and Bruce also saw Bartley's thoughts, and nodded in agreement to Bartley.

"But in this case, Ye He won't come back so soon, right? There should be more fun things for him to see over there."

Fei'er asked Bartley this casually, and got a nod of approval from Bartley.

But "Ye He not coming back" is not a good thing for the three of them.

The reason is the "new energy" promotion and free use plan jointly launched by the Imperial Research Institute and the Sedawell City Hall a month ago!
Many steam pipes in the city of Cedarville are being dismantled and replaced with copper wires wrapped in pipes made of special materials!

"New energy", a type of energy called electricity by research institutes, is being transported through these new pipelines to households that are willing to cooperate with the city government in transforming to use "new energy".

Household appliances that go with this kind of "electricity" have been officially named "electrical appliances". There are currently two main types: electric lights and electric heaters.

Electric lights, which are brighter than steam lamps, have been rapidly accepted by Cedarville residents as power pipelines have been laid.

It is more convenient, smaller and easier to use than traditional hot water floor heaters. Also, because the trial of this "new energy" does not cost any money, it has been warmly welcomed in the south of the city.

There was an electric heater in the living room of Fei'er's house, but the machine had been torn into pieces by Fei'er and Bartley.

The trio's latest investigation focus is on the origin of this "new energy".

A new energy source that is cleaner, more efficient and safer is certainly a darling of a new era.

But the prerequisite is that this "darling" cannot come from the Cedarville City Hall and cannot be strongly promoted by a mayor named Maxwell...

Not to mention Bartley as a foreign aid, Phil and Bruce have been fighting wits and courage with this mayor, who is considered a good mayor by the uninformed for several months, and they have won and lost against each other.

Even if the "new energy" was developed by the Imperial Research Institute... as long as Maxwell got his hands on it, Phil and Bruce would inherently feel that there was something wrong with this energy.

"I ran into Cathy near the church last night, and she suggested that I go to the west side of town and find an old lady who owns a bookstore and ask for her advice.

So our goal this morning is to bring this to that grandma, any other questions?"

After breakfast, Fei'er took out a glass bottle from her room.

It can be seen that some tiny electric currents are spreading and moving on the inner wall of the glass bottle like a fungus.

If Ye He were present, he would definitely disagree with the views of Fei'er and others, and instead would praise the invention of "electricity".

But if Ye He saw the "electricity" in this glass bottle, he would not continue to obstruct the activities of Fei'er and others.

In his impression, electric current was just a physical phenomenon. This kind of...living thing...Ye He would never admit that it was electricity.

"No."

"Then you two go ahead. I'll go check out the City Hall. We'll meet at Papa's BBQ at noon, and then we'll decide on the afternoon schedule based on what you've learned."

"I don't want to be a light bulb between you two."

Bartley's inner voice barrage fell along with his speech, causing Bruce to touch his nose in embarrassment.

Fei'er had already gotten used to the fact that she had a boyfriend. She nodded to Bartley without changing her expression, picked up her coat and put it on, then walked out of the house with the others.

In a few hours...

"Here we are! The food is served! Your barbecue is here, please help yourself!"

Ace, the waiter at the barbecue shop, put a large plate of barbecue in front of Fei'er and others, and then hurried back to the kitchen to work.

Facing the delicious barbecue, Phil and Bruce frowned and did not eat, as if they had no appetite because of the "consultation" in the morning.

"There's nothing at the city hall. I've checked everywhere except the mayor's office, but I didn't find anything."

Bartley, who was squatting on the table, first told the two of them about his gains, then frowned and asked Fei'er:
"Is there really something wrong with Maxwell? I feel like apart from having an affair with his secretary... he seems pretty conscientious and responsible."

“That bookstore… was destroyed… As for Maxwell, you have to consider his identity.

Alas, it’s a pity that Miss Selina refused to leave the university and refused to go to see her father’s conspiracy for us…”

Fei'er knew that Bartley was just breaking the silence and bringing up the topic, giving them a more appropriate opportunity to talk about their experiences.

As one of the participants in the "fog disaster", how could Bartley not understand the horror of Maxwell.

This is a man who has survived Ye He's hands several times and can even become the mayor of the city where Ye He is...

In fact, Phil and Bruce both knew the situation at City Hall. A certain detective from Klein Field had been acting as a spy for them!

But the more "perfect" Maxwell acted in front of outsiders and the more he acted as a "good mayor", the more Fei'er couldn't help but be wary of this guy.

It would be great if Ye He was in Sedwell. No matter what Maxwell wanted to do... he would always have Ye He as his trump card to turn the table, and the situation would always be stable.

"You have to try the barbecue here. It's one of the few restaurants in Cedarville that I think is good."

As if responding to Fei'er's expectations, Ye He suddenly walked into the store with several ladies who had accompanied him all the way back from the Federation.

(End of this chapter)