Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 121 "Claire, you are bold."

She still remembered what Judith had told her, that the two slaves that Don had hidden away might be there, and she was going to try her luck.

The Firebird on the tarmac faded its huge bow decoration, and Claire sat on it and drove it around the main star. It feels great to own such a plane even for a moment. This is a gift from Cassius One of her favorites.

On the way, I met several orcs who were also patrolling, and chatted for a while in the public channel.

"The new plane is nice, little female."

"I heard that Mrs. Laura brought a new female to the commander's house, little Claire, are you okay?"

The news spread too fast.

Claire shook her head secretly, facing their kind inquiries, she only replied that I am fine.

It was evening when the plane landed, and as soon as she got off the cab, Donohue waved to her from afar, "Leave the little female, it will be night in a while."

"Where are we going to celebrate?" she asked loudly, and if it wasn't where she wanted to go, she would make an excuse to run away.

"Where else could it be? Of course there are more rooms."

Claire smiled knowingly.

The car stopped at the gate of the familiar industrial building, and Claire stepped out of the car, "Who will pay the bill this time?"

"The commander is still in the laboratory, and the whole event will be paid for by Chief Rory." After Donoghue finished speaking, the tall and strong Rory got out of the military vehicle at the front and first scolded the little bastard, and said: I spend money!"

Suddenly the crowd burst into laughter.

Claire only knew that Rory asked Don to borrow two floors of venues for one night, and Tang paid for all the showgirls for the guests to choose. The reason is very simple, selling Cassius a face, maybe you can get some benefits in the future .

The band on the second floor began to play and sing, and candles were all over the floor. Under the flickering yellow candlelight, the beautiful girls only wore a layer of tulle and danced. Anyone who saw such a scene would have to dream about it.

"What a good place." Some orcs sighed, their eyes almost glued to the breasts of those women.

Claire went to the long table to get something to eat, then asked the passing robot servant to bring two glasses of wine, picked up one and drank the whole glass up, her stomach was burning, and she controlled it for a while So as not to make his expression look hideous.

"Claire, will the commander allow you to drink hard alcohol?" Jones was on the side assessing the danger of the alcohol in her glass.

"No, but it's not explicitly prohibited." Claire picked up the remaining glass of wine, turned to him and said, "Can you give me a little private space? You know I'm absolutely safe here."

Jones touched his mechanical head, "Did you drink away your worries because of Elsa?"

"Well, so."

Jones walked away silently.

Claire looked around and saw that everyone was looking at the girl and no one was paying attention to her. After standing for a few minutes, she moved towards the door.

What is certain is that as the private property of Commander Tang, the two slaves will never be put on the table for everyone to enjoy. They can only wait for the master to come in a room downstairs.

She rubbed her uncomfortable stomach and went down the stairs with a glass of wine in hand, successfully reaching the third floor.

The corridor was very long. She roughly estimated that there would be fifty rooms. It would take a lot of time to scan through each room, so she had to move faster.

The banquet had just begun, and some orcs couldn't wait to drag the girl down to have fun. Generally, when Claire opened the door and encountered two wild cats mating, she would hold a wine glass and pretend to be slightly drunk, saying sorry and leaving quickly.

Until she stood at the door of the last room. Compared with the common bedrooms in front, this door was locked, and there was no number on the house number.

She stood quietly at the door, besides the pleasant groans from the surrounding bedrooms, there was also the faint sound of the iron chain dragging on the door in front of her eyes.

Claire raised her hand and knocked on the door, shouting drunkenly, "Open the door."

Soon a weak voice came from the door: "Dear guest, you have gone to the wrong door."

"Going wrong?" Claire glanced at the house number in a daze, and said vaguely, "Not all here are public."

"This is Commander Tang's private room. I'm sorry, guest, you did go to the wrong door." Another female voice, a little stronger, came out, accompanied by the clank of pulling the iron chain.

Claire was probably sure it was the two of them.

She glanced at the empty corridor, and chose to pretend to be a drunk and sat down by the door with her forehead against the door panel, "So, there are only two of you in there?"

The room was quiet for a while before a nervous question came out, "Yes, miss, who are you?"

Claire didn't answer, holding the wine glass in one hand, rubbing her belly with the other and muttering softly, "Have you been released? Once every few days? Still can't come out."

There was another period of silence inside, and then the strong female voice spoke, the tone trembling with excitement, "Every month, every month Tang will take us back to play while his wife is visiting her mother's house."

It turned out that they were imprisoned here because Mrs. Tang didn't like it.

"It's still a few days before I go home next time." Claire shook her glass and took a sip, her stomach was even more upset, and she forcibly endured it.

"One week, it's definitely a nightmare there." The strong female voice trembled even more.

Another weak voice broke in with a crying voice, "It's Hope, it's them who came to save us, right?"

"Is there a way to go back? Go back to Commander Tang, and describe to me the path that must be passed, so as to save people." Claire said immediately.

The two women inside immediately started supplementing her with the road map, and Claire was already a little drunk, but without a pen and paper, she could only try to memorize every landmark they mentioned.

About half an hour passed.

"Claire." Jones' voice suddenly sounded at the end of the corridor.

Claire immediately pulled out two words, "Okay, shut up."

The sound in the room fell silent instantly.

Claire held the wine glass, turned her head with blurred eyes, and saw the tall figure following Jones.

It was no more than three hours since they came out of the barracks to attend the party, and Cassius came very fast.

"Your alcohol content has exceeded the limit." Jones stood against the wall, letting the dignified man in a black suit behind him step forward.

The pair of Cheng Liang's leather shoes stopped in front of her, a black shadow enveloped her, and the slender white fingers hanging by her side flicked the soot on their fingertips.

"Claire, you're getting bolder." The words that couldn't hear the emotion sounded above his head.

"Commander." Claire's voice weakened, her eyes dodged, and she didn't dare to look directly at the man's face in the curling smoke.

Half of the cigarette fell to the ground and was crushed by the black leather shoes. Cassius bent down and lifted her up on his shoulder with one hand.

The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and smashed, Claire's face contorted for a while, and he felt that his already burning stomach was about to be spit out by his shoulders as hard as marble.

　The current order is 189.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)