Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 231 Choice
She was thinly dressed, with no legs below the hips, and only a pair of long trousers rolled up under the hips, and she smelled bad.

She looked so miserable that both Wanda and Judith suggested that she be taken to the nearest hospital.

Sensing someone standing in front of her and talking, the woman slowly raised her head, her cloudy eyes were dull, and she repeated mechanically: "Hello miss, have you seen Elsa? My sister."

She took out another rolled-up photo from her bosom, held it up and handed it to Claire for her to see.

Elsa was the woman who was sent to Cassius' residence and shot to death by him.

Claire pursed her lips, took off the jacket she was wearing and bent over to put it on her body, then squatted down to look at her, "Yes, she is dead."

The movement of the woman raising her hand was frozen for a few seconds before she retracted, her already bent back was completely bent into a ball, and she cried out in grief and despair.

Both Wanda and Judith have a little impression of Elsa, who is a reckless and stupid human being.

"Is this Elsa's relative?" Judith asked.

Claire nodded and explained to the woman: "In order to fit your legs with artificial limbs, she sold herself to Commander Cassius of the Orc Empire. I tried to help her, but unfortunately she still died. gone."

"She has been spoiled by me, how can she face the commander." The woman held the photo with her hands against her chest, and asked her tremblingly with tears in her eyes, "Who are you? How do you know what happened to her? Might be wrong."

"I'm Cassius' wife, Claire." Claire took off her hat, revealing her blonde hair, and said softly, "Unfortunately, Elsa has nothing to leave you."

The woman stared at her for a long time, then slowly took back the sign placed in front of her toes, stuffed it into a dirty cloth bag and carried it on her back.

"Thank you ma'am for the information, and thank you for the jacket."

She put away the photos, picked up two wooden blocks to support her body and held them in her palm, and moved to the outside of the arch bridge.

Claire stood up, and found that the hair on the back of her head was thinning and almost fell out, and some obvious scratches and bullying marks were all over the nape of her neck and scalp.

Her expression darkened.

Even at such a desperate point, the woman who lost her legs did not ask her for help.

In order to protect her sister, she was willing to be a prostitute for 5 years. Although Elsa harmed herself by doing something stupid, the relationship between the sisters is admirable.

Claire turned around and gave an order to the Zerg who was following her: "Take her to the hospital for treatment, then customize a pair of legs for her, and arrange an easier job for her after the cure."

"Ma'am? What."

After being sent to the rushing medical vehicle, the woman sitting on the stretcher had a dazed face, not understanding why Claire chose to rescue her.

"Try to live, if you really can't live, it's not too late to die." Claire waved at her.

"How do you know she's going to commit suicide?" Judith took off her coat and put it on for her. As an orc, she is not as sensitive to temperature as humans.

Claire put on her clothes and sighed, "Elsa is her only family member. She has been a prostitute for this sister for five years. She has lived like this until now just to wait for a result."

Wanda understands the pain after the death of a beloved one best, and then said with emotion: "Although it is not easy, she can endure it."

"Who knows." Claire let out a breath of white mist and watched it dissipate in the air.

After leaving the park, they went to have dinner at an open-air restaurant run by humans not long after it was rebuilt.

The transparent barrier covers the entire large terrace, and the snowflakes fall on the barrier without any accumulation, and the interior is fully heated.

Claire generously booked the entire restaurant, and waved away all the Zerg guards, telling them to wait outside.

During the period, Jones called the communication to ask where they were. After he went to put a lady's luggage, they ran away without a trace.

"Wait for us at the hotel, and we'll be back after dinner." Claire said with a smile.

Judith put his arms around her shoulders and said to Jones on the screen: "This is a girlfriend's trip, so don't come and eavesdrop on our conversation."

After cutting off the communication, Judith clinked a glass of extremely strong spirits with her milk, "Thank you Claire for spending tonight."

Wanda laughed with blushing cheeks, "She is the richest woman in the whole empire now, we only care about the price."

Claire responded to the situation: "Ms. Claire will pay for the entire show tonight."

The snow under the night sky is getting bigger and bigger, the black sky is covered with white curtains, and the red-roofed houses and dry branches in the distance are covered with snowflakes. The ground lamps installed beside the trees or in front of the door illuminate the whole snow place.

Claire nestled in the wicker chair, holding a cup of hot milk in her hand. She used confinement as an excuse not to drink strong alcohol, and the two companions were already completely drunk.

She watched Judith cry and miss the lost child after drinking, and saw Wanda hallucinating and seeing her husband, crying and laughing.

Claire raised her head, leaned the back of her neck on the soft cushion at the top of the wicker chair, and stared blankly at the snowflakes falling from the sky outside the transparent dome while wearing a thin blanket, and exhaled.

After posting for a while, she couldn't help calling Cassius the last video.

He was still holding an iron milk bottle when he picked it up, and Cressius was sitting on the big bed in their bedroom.

"It's time for Krasius to drink milk." Claire cheered up.

The baby waved at her and babbled.

The not-so-gentle Cassius stuffed the pacifier into the child's mouth, sat down on the edge of the bed, stared at her with dark eyes, to be precise, it was the food and empty wine bottles on the table behind her.

He frowned and said in a dissatisfied tone, "Have you been drinking?"

"No." Claire immediately picked up the milk glass that didn't appear in the picture, "It's Judith and the others drinking it, and I'm drinking hot milk."

His mood suddenly improved a lot, "When will you be back?"

Claire put down the glass and smiled softly, "Cassius, it's only been a few days."

He looked tender, with a low voice in his throat, "I miss you."

Claire's heart was hit hard by these words, and the sour and clear heart overflowed from the broken clay pot. She barely maintained the expression on her face, took a shallow breath, and said close to the screen: "Then How about you pick me up tomorrow?"

Cassius raised his eyebrows, his joyful expression spread across his face, and his smile made all the decorations around him eclipse.

"Miss me?"

"Yeah." Claire nodded heavily, then said regretfully, "I should come with you."

"I'll come tomorrow." He didn't mind at all that she was capricious when she thought about it, and he showed her indulgence and doting to the fullest.

Cassius, who was holding the bottle, climbed onto Cassius' lap and tried to look up at his mother, the milk dripping onto the bib.

Claire coaxed him softly, the smile on her face couldn't stop.

(End of this chapter)