Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 204
Claire stared at the big bed covered with a scarlet satin four-piece suit, on the sleeves with complicated golden patterns, and even the pillows were inevitably hung with fluffy red tassel pendants on the edges.

This is very different from Cassius' previous cold preferences, he never liked such complicated decorations.

Claire's expression was slightly complicated. In contrast, she still liked the 'antique' small home where they lived alone in the officer's quarters.

Thinking of the flashing face with Martina in the past, Claire's expression changed slightly. With her last hope, she turned around and asked Cassius who was staring at her behind, "Those who were sent by Terrence from Huo What about the people captured by Pu?"

"You mean the group of condemned prisoners?" Cassius' eyes flickered slightly.

"Death row prisoner?" Claire felt suffocated for a while, and she almost read the taste of death from his cold tone.

"They violated the Zerg's colonial treaty and refused to accept surrender. I have ordered Captain Terrence to deal with them." Half of Cassius's fair face was hidden in the shadow of the dim yellow light, and his golden eyes were stained by the darkness. His eyes made him look even more cruel.

Claire took a step back trembling, and there was a bang in her head, flashing back to what Wanda had conveyed to her in the laboratory.

She said that everyone was going to die, and she shouted to the commander, shouting that she could only save everything when she came back.

But it turned out that everything was ordered by Cassius, who agreed to Terrence's invasion of Hope, but she thought he was already dead.
"Two months ago" Claire's knees gave way, and she fell back and sat on the bed, looking at the stranger in panic, "Two months ago, you asked Terrence to lead the army to Hope and killed all of them. them"

Cassius frowned, he really didn't like to see her desperate expression, he walked up to her, lowered his head and said, "Two months ago, the captain reported to me that a group of people were found on a nearly extinct planet. fugitives, and they refused to surrender to me."

In his eyes, ordering to clean up a group of rebels was normal, and he was right of course.

Claire's uncontrollable body began to tremble. She didn't know how to explain to him who had lost his memory how big a mistake he had made.

She looked up at him, and said nah, "They used to be your subordinates, the most sincere subordinates! How could you kill them."

The creases between Cassius' forehead deepened, the darkness buried in his eyes surfaced, and his lips were pursed tightly.

He seemed to know about it.

Claire reached out and grabbed the fabric of his suit without a single wrinkle, and held it tightly in her palm, "You don't want to experience human life because you are tired of war? Why do you agree to drive out that last piece of pure land after awakening? Kill those innocent people People are cornered!"

"Experiencing life doesn't conflict with cleaning up criminals, Claire." Cassius bent down, and at this moment he seemed to have no sympathy for those dead subordinates.

Claire's whole body was trembling, and disbelief appeared in his eyes. Could it be that for him now, being a good person is just a novel project in his experience of life?
Could it be that as the Zerg God of War, only plunder and colonization are engraved in his bones?
Killing in war is the process he really enjoys, and he is tired of the process but it doesn't mean he will stop there.

What about her?

Claire asked nah, "What about me? As part of your experience of life?"

Cassius reached out and stroked her cheek, his voice was low with an imperceptible gentleness, without hesitation, "You are my woman, and I will take you back to your home planet."

His gaze moved down, and his big palm lightly rested on her flat belly, "And our child, I will train him to be a great leader, no one can match him."

None of the things he considered were related to his former companions, he shouldn't be like this.

Claire moved her body back, and the calm emotions on her face almost shattered, "I want to rest alone tonight, Cassius please let me rest for a while."

The palm was empty, and the man's gentleness instantly turned into a haze, his sharp teeth were exposed, like a real beast, "Because I killed some human beings unintentionally, you have resistance to me?"

Claire tried to suppress the grief, "I just need time to accept it."

Accepting that he killed a group of loyal subordinates and her companions. Is she acceptable?
His palm pressed against the back of her hand propped on the mattress, his delicate face was close to her, and his pair of double golden pupils zoomed in with anger in the dark night, "You don't love me?"

"This has nothing to do with love Cassius." Claire said dryly.

"I don't know." Cassius held back his irritability, and grabbed her with his fingers, "Don't look at me like that, Claire."

He just got rid of a group of fugitives who resisted him, and he just made a decision that all leaders would make.

"They have followed you through life and death, and they have risked their lives to protect me!"

While talking, Claire's tears came down. She broke away from his hand and punched him in the chest, suppressing the pain in her throat and growling, "Your forgetting made you an irreparable mistake! Waiting for you You will definitely suffer more than me when you regain your memory! You will definitely!"

Cassius grabbed her hand and rubbed her tightly into his arms. His voice was a little erratic, but he slammed into her ears one by one, "Claire, the only human being I need to care about is you."

Even if he forgot, but the first time he saw her, he knew that this was only his woman, and he only wanted her.

None of that matters.

In the end, she couldn't break free from his shackles, and she cried loudly in his arms again. Everything made her feel powerless and exhausted.

She was so tired from crying, and finally she fell into a deep sleep with tears in his arms, frowning tightly.

In the cool night, the man pulled the quilt over her body, stroking her back with his fingers, his eyes were sharp and scary.

It's not nice to sleep, Martina's dead body, Wanda's, Judith's, Fergie's
All the corpses were piled up among the bushes full of roses to build a mountain of people, and the blood gathered from the top to form a river to nourish the delicate rose bushes.

Claire looked around blankly under the pile of corpses. She raised her head and looked at the man at the top of the mountain of corpses who spread out huge black wings like an evil god.

The whole world instantly became pure white, except for the mountain of corpses and him on the mountain.

He flapped his wings and swooped down towards her, his smile was so chilling and strange.

"My Claire." His deep call was accompanied by a cold breath, which was close to his ears.

Claire, who was trapped in the quilt, suddenly opened her eyes, and sat up from the bed, panting heavily.

There was no one next to him, and the crumpled quilt had been turned back, he had just left not long ago.

Her shortness of breath gradually stabilized, she got off the luxurious bed sheet barefoot, stepped on the scarlet plush carpet of the same color and walked to the window.

The sky is violet, and the morning light has just risen.

Claire touched her abdomen, turned around with a relaxed body, a warm and beautiful beige sweater, and comfortable loose jeans were neatly stacked on the head of the bed.

She went to the bathroom, took a brief shower, changed her clothes, opened the door and walked out.

On the corridor outside the door stood a Zerg.

"Mrs. Clare."

Claire stopped in her tracks, "Kailegah asked you to spy on me?"

"After breakfast, Your Highness asked me to take you to meet acquaintances."

acquaintance
Claire pursed her lips and followed it to a restaurant for dinner.

In order to meet the nutritional needs of her and her children, highly nutritious liquids were packed in goblets, seven or eight different kinds of exquisite food were made, and a chef who was dedicated to serving her asked her what she wanted to eat.

The fat layer on these things is very thick. Claire has no appetite and doesn't want to bother the chef. She just took a few mouthfuls of a symbolic choice, and then picked up the cup to drink the nutrient solution.

After making sure that the child in her belly was well nourished, she got up and said, "Let's go, take me to meet acquaintances."

I saw the emperor and Lola again in a secret dungeon behind the palace.

She always thought that they were also dealt with, but she didn't expect that they were still alive here.

Not only that, Reynolds, who was still a child, was also held in the arms of the emperor, looking quite healthy.

"Claire, Claire, Claire, you finally came to see me!" Reynolds greeted her through a metal railing, his dark blue eyes sparkling.

"Reynolds." Claire reached in and touched his cheek, a smile finally appeared on his sad face, "Is there any special nutrient in your recipe?"

"Well, an uncle will give it to me every day." Reynolds said, "But I still want to eat Claire's cooking."

The emperor Reynolds, who had retired from his fine clothes, looked like an ordinary middle-aged uncle, the fine lines on his face were deeply sunken into the skin, adding a bit of vicissitudes.

"Claire." He held the child, and condemned in a tone of voice: "Cassius lied to everyone."

"I know." Claire nodded, his eyes couldn't stop being desolate, "He even killed his own subordinates."

"I think he regrets it now." Cyril's gentle voice came from the next room.

Claire turned her head suddenly and walked over quickly, "Syril?"

"I reminded him, you will definitely hate him."

Cyril was wearing a clean white shirt and gray trousers, sitting on a long soft chair against the wall, holding a book in his hand, and seemed completely unaware of being imprisoned.

Seeing that he was still intact, Claire was really relieved, "I'm glad you're still alive."

Cyril closed the book with a snap, and sighed to her, "No one knows that things will develop to this point, it's good that you come back, it's a turning point."

He seemed to have known she would come back.

It was not the first time she had heard the word turnaround.

Claire became sad again, "I'm not sure."

Cyril stood up and walked to the door, relaxed and leaned against the metal railing, glanced at her lazily, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "No wonder you came here today."

Claire looked up at him, waiting for his next words.

"I was supposed to explain it to you," he said.

"Eliga, who lost the memory of Cassius, has understood some of his forgotten memories. He knows Fei Ji and others, but he forgot that they are in Hope." Cyril couldn't help laughing.

"What do you mean?" Claire moved her lips.

Cyril turned around, folded his arms around his chest, and raised his thin chin, "He was tricked by Terrence."

Claire was taken aback.

"He didn't know that those fugitives were Feiji and Martina. When Terrence went to clean up, I don't think he sent anyone to monitor. He was busy reorganizing the army and planning the colony." Cyril said. The sentences are stuck on the point.

Claire held the railing and looked at him, "He found out last night."

"No." Cyril shook his head, "After Terrence cleaned up Hope two months ago, Cassius discovered the prison here through the eyes of the bottom worm. surprise."

"I was also surprised at first. He became the leader of the Zerg, and he is still an antique that has lived for thousands of years." Claire twitched the corners of her mouth, and the smile she raised was really ugly.

"I found out that he had forgotten about you, so I told him about you and Hope." Siri said.

Claire's voice was a little dry, "No wonder."

No wonder when she returned to Hope to stay in the medical cabin, the bottom worm that had not been killed by her would stick to the outside of the cabin and observe her. It was not Terrence's surveillance at all, but Cassius's.

He had been watching her silently, and only when she was brought back would he appear directly to take her away, and he also knew that she was already pregnant.

For a moment Claire didn't know what to say.

She leaned on the metal railing and slowly squatted down, with pity falling from her eyes, "If I can come here in time, maybe everything can be saved in time."

"There are not so many ifs. Terrence will not let any fugitive go. He just concealed the truth."

Cyril squatted in front of her, and passed a neatly stacked handkerchief to her through the metal railing, "What you have to do now is to remind Cassius, and then"

He paused, then laughed again, "I lost the position of Minister of Foreign Affairs because of you, and you want me to sit again."

Claire didn't pick up his veil, she didn't know how his brain could still be attached to this, looking at his face, she couldn't cry or smile for a while, it turned into an extremely twisted expression .

"I can't control him, no one can control him." She stood up.

Before leaving, Cyril said behind him: "Claire, it's not your fault or Cassius' fault that contributed to Hope's demise, it's Terrence."

"One day when he regains his memory, he will suffer a hundred times more than you."

Claire had a sore nose, wiped her eyes with her sleeves, and walked out.

When passing by the room where Mrs. Laura and the Duke of Chur were being held, neither of them called to stop her.

She looked back and found Mrs. Laura sitting by the bed with dull eyes, holding a few adult suits in her hands, which belonged to her dead sons.

If Claire would stop and listen carefully to Lola, she might be able to hear her say 'I'm sorry', 'I'm sorry', 'He's a monster' over and over again.

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