Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 207 I am more willing to meet all your requirements within the bottom line

Walking past rows of shelves hung with baby clothes and supplies, the waiter thoughtfully packed all the baby bibs, pacifiers, and teething snacks that could be used in the future into the cart.

Her gaze always secretly glanced at Claire's belly, with envy in her eyes.

"It's a gift for you to have a child. You must raise him well."

Claire rubbed her stomach, and could hear the blessing and sadness in her tone.

The waiter packed all the things the children needed, and immediately several senior Zerg came forward to take the bags.

"Speaking of which, a Zerg also came to me to buy a batch of baby products half a month ago."

Hearing that Zerg came to buy baby products, Claire was a little surprised, "What are they buying for?"

The waiter shook his head, "I don't know, that's not what I should ask."

Claire turned around and asked a Zerg behind her, "Do you have childhood? Do you also need baby clothes?"

"Bottom bugs reproduce very quickly and have juvenile stages, but they have a thick enough carapace and don't need to keep warm." A Zerg replied.

"What about you? As a more advanced existence?" Claire asked.

"We emerge as adults and these clothes don't fit us."

Claire frowned, wondering what happened to the Zerg who came here to buy baby supplies?The sharp mouth of the bottom worm like a knife plate does not need these.

After coming out of the store with big bags and small bags of supplies, the waiter stood at the door to see off the door tightly with his hands on the door frame, mustered up his courage and said to Claire's back:

"Ma'am, can you give them some advice and let me survive? There are many female corpses infected with the plague every night in the bars in the city center. I don't want to die."

When the Zerg behind him was about to turn back to warn her, Claire stopped and said, "Don't embarrass her."

She turned around, looked at the pale and desperate young female, and nodded: "I will try."

"Thank you." The other party breathed a sigh of relief, and a little bit of gratitude fell into her eyes.

Claire stood in the middle of this empty building with few people, watching some orcs who timidly followed behind the high-level Zerg, and sighed softly.

After all, this is a Zerg colony, and life seems to be normal, but in fact it is just that the exploitation has been transferred underground.

Now that there is no class difference, whether they are nobles or not, women's lives will only be more difficult.

Is it possible to restore all this with only her?

Elijah came to pick him up at noon as promised.

At this moment, Claire was sitting under a giant parasol outside the building, holding a glass of cold juice in her hand.

"Have you finished shopping?" Elija's eyes swept over her hand lightly, took out the juice that was about to bottom out and put it aside, and pulled her up, "You are pregnant, you should drink this properly."

It sounds like he also did his pregnancy homework.

Claire nodded casually, "How is your business? Are you going to war again?"

"It's not worth your attention, I'll take care of it." Elija put her arms around her and was about to get in the car to go home. Claire held the car door and turned her head, "How about we go to the bar at night?"

He took off her finger that was holding the car door and clenched it tightly in his palm, with a calm voice, "I will stop there and release all the female orcs."

Claire looked surprised, and she quickly realized that Elijah and Terrence were the same, having the same ability to control the Zerg with mental power.

He probably has been paying attention to her movements since she went out.

"You agree?" she asked looking up.

"A group of females are not a threat to me, so let them go." Elija rubbed her cheek with a conniving tone.

"So. Apart from selling their bodies, how about giving females a safe place to work and survive? As long as they are alive." Claire asked tentatively, knowing that her request might be a bit too much.

She wasn't sure what Elijah would do for herself, so she could only try to test his bottom line further.

The sun on the main star is always so scorching, she was gently pushed into the car by Elijah before she could answer, and he carefully wiped off the fine sweat on her neck with a tissue.

With the cold wind blowing from the air conditioner, Claire felt extremely cool and comfortable. She leaned lazily on his strong arm and no longer expected his response.

"If I refuse, will you be sad?" Elijah's voice was very low, a little warmer than the cold air from the air conditioner.

Claire was silent for a while, and said seriously: "It will indeed be sad, but I can understand."

On one side is an autocratic tyrant who is full of plunder and war, and on the other side is a weak and deceitful orc who lost his backbone and became a prisoner.

The two sides are not equal and there is no empathy at all. All she can do and expect is to keep as many people alive as possible.

Elijah slowly reached out and intertwined with her fingers, kneading the back of her soft hand with his fingertips, his voice was particularly beautiful at this moment, "I would rather satisfy you within the bottom line than make you sad. Ask to make you happy."

Reason always followed her emotions, and he couldn't control it.

Claire turned her head to look at him, saying that she was not happy would be an absolute lie.

With a smile on her face, she tried her best to raise her neck and kiss Elijah's beautiful cheek, "I will try my best."

"What are you trying to do?" The corners of his lips rose slightly, enjoying her initiative to get close.

Claire smiled, "Trying to give you a healthy child?"

Laughter overflowed from his mouth, and when those double golden pupils looked down at her, their creases shone brightly, making it impossible to move your eyes away.

"I just want you to be healthy," he said.

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When the car arrived at the door, several orc workers were dragging out a dead apple tree and loading it into the car, and replaced it with a new apple tree and carried it to the house.

Claire was led out of the car, and Elijah's hand was lightly pressed on her shoulder, "At most one month, you can see it full of apples again."

He can satisfy her with anything, and Claire thinks that this is inseparable from the fact that the doctor said that her illness was very serious.

She was in a good mood, and her appetite naturally improved. For dinner, she cooked two dishes and one soup at home. Elija was also very generous, and there was no food left on the table.

In the middle of the night, a Zerg came to report, "Your Highness, the new batch of fighter planes modified from Golden Oil have completed the test flight, and the data records need to be reviewed by you."

Speaking of golden oil, Claire thought of it. She grabbed the hem of Elijah's clothes and said, "The earth is still mining those dangerous golden oils? Are you preparing for war?"

"Yeah." He touched her face, his golden eyes were streaming with dark light, "Dear Olive tried to challenge me, of course I will fulfill her."

"You want to kill it," Claire said.

"Of course not, Claire." A dangerous smile appeared on Elijah's face, "It is the only female insect that can breed advanced Zerg, how can I kill it?"

Speaking of killing, he became extremely strange again in his own eyes.

Claire pursed her lips, and let go of the hand that was holding the hem of his clothes, "Go and do your work."

Keenly aware of her emotional changes, Elijah restrained her smile and put on a gentle look, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy, I'll be with you right away."

"it is good."

When he left, Jones said in a timely manner: "Claire, do you want to show you a movie? I still have a lot of interstellar romance movies in my storage system."

Claire shook her head, "I'm a little sleepy, I'll go to sleep first."

As her pregnancy lengthened, her sleep time also increased, but Elijah would come back and hug her to sleep when she was busy, and the number of high-level Zerg guards in front of their door was increasing day by day.

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One month later, rumors spread in the streets and alleys of the mainstream stars that the Zerg queen from the Simpson star will lead an army to land in the Atli galaxy in the near future.

The heart of gossip burns at any time.

Even the oppressed orcs and human races are talking about this matter, and everyone is guessing what kind of collision will happen when the two leaders meet after a thousand years.

Claire's child has entered a period of rapid development. Every time the black doctor came to give her a detailed check-up, she always said that everything was normal, but her pregnant belly could feel a little change every few days.

Claire knew very well that enough nutrition made him grow too fast.

This child was conceived during the period of Cassius, but it is a descendant of the Zerg. What accidents will happen in the later delivery, the doctor can't predict.

After all, it has been thousands of years, but it has never been heard of a human being pregnant with a Zerg child.

Claire sometimes wonders if the child will be born as a bug egg. If she hadn't seen the video fed back from the medical cabin, she has normal limbs of a human child, and her worry would probably turn into a heart attack. After all, who I can't accept that I gave birth to an insect without a human form.

She was sunbathing bored in the yard that day.

On the small stool next to her was a plate of cut apples, which were picked from the apple tree in the glass greenhouse. Jones, who regained her mechanical body, stood beside her in a guarding posture.

Since being sent by Elijah around the house, he has focused on Jones' loyalty again, turning him back into a war robot with a mechanical body, and continuing to protect Claire by her side.

Hearing Jones say that all the female orcs in the bar were sent to the aircraft parts factory to make parts, life was okay and there were no Zergs to trouble them, Claire was in a good mood.

Several Zerg military vehicles with bows tied to the doors passed by at this time. A Zerg officer in military uniform stood in the vehicle, and standing side by side with him was a small female orc wearing a white tulle , can't see the face clearly.

Passing by their door, the Zerg officer took off his hat and saluted in Clare's direction. She knew that the salute was for Elijah.

Claire was really shocked by this scene, "Jones? Did you see it? What is this?"

"It should be a wedding," Jones replied.

Claire almost jumped in shock. She stood up from the chair while protecting her stomach, and said in shock, "A Zerg officer marrying an Orc female? Is that reasonable?"

"What's unreasonable, didn't Commander Cassius just marry you?" Jones replied mechanically.

Claire was speechless for a moment.

Jones expressed his opinion very intelligently, "Claire, according to my data analysis, the appearance of the orcs and the human races are the closest races to the Zerg races."

"That's right." Claire turned her head to look at him, "But it's still not incredible."

"This proves that the Zerg have feelings that are not much simpler than yours." Jones said.

The Zerg will fall in love with races similar to themselves. There is love in their emotional system, and Claire knows this best.

Does this mean that the plundering and killing habits engraved in the bones can also be reversed?

Claire looked at the leaving wedding convoy, thinking for a while.

The sky is dim and twilight is coming.

Claire was making dinner in the kitchen, and was temporarily informed by a Zerg guarding the door that a fierce internal conflict had broken out on the Munger planet near the border, and some high-level bugs and bottom-level bugs were out of control. His Royal Highness Elijah rushed to the scene, Don't come back for dinner.

There is still a pot of thick tomato meat sauce boiling in the pot in front of it, which is ready to be poured on two plates of pasta later.

Claire stood in front of the steaming soup pot for a while, then suddenly reached out to turn off the fire, losing her appetite.

During pregnancy, the temper will always convulse from time to time.

"Skipping supper?" Jones asked, coming in.

"It's boring, I'm a little worried about him." Claire opened the refrigerator, took out a strawberry-flavored nutrient solution, poured it into a glass, and added a few cubes of ice to it.

Jones stepped forward to stop, "Claire, you can't eat too much ice."

"I don't want to eat dinner today, just this one." Claire protected the cup, with a small pleading tone.

"Okay, but you have to eat late." Before Jones could finish his compromising words, those red electronic eyes suddenly looked out of the window behind her.

Just as Claire turned her head to look strangely, suddenly a gust of wind hit her, and her arm was instantly grabbed by Jones' big steel hand, and her whole body was spun around, and he hugged her and pressed her to the back of the refrigerator.

The nutrient solution that had just been filled in his hand shattered as the glass fell to the ground, splashing out a piece of liquid.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several bullets shot through the window and swept across the kitchen. The soup pot that had not cooled down on the stove was also shot by bullets, blasting the pot full of scarlet thick soup.

Jones guarded Claire tightly, and handed her a gun, "Protect yourself, Claire."

After only a few seconds of panic, Claire quickly calmed down. She hid behind the refrigerator and loaded the bullet, saying in an incredible tone, "Who has the guts to attack here at this moment?"

"I don't know. I've already sent a distress call to Commander Cassius. He should be back soon. I'll cover you and go upstairs to hide." Jones turned his head and locked his eyes on the Zerg who was about to turn over outside the window. Count the shots.

Claire was even more surprised when she saw that it was the high-level Zerg who wanted to kill her.

She always thought that all the Zerg here were affected by Cassius' will, so it turned out that not all of them?
The marble kitchen counter was close at hand, and under the cover of Jones, Claire quickly hugged her belly, bent over and rolled over against the ground.

At this time, there was the sound of continuous collisions at the gate, some loud and sharp Zerg cries continued to sound, and two parties collided at the gate.

(End of this chapter)