Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 133
"Claire, to be honest, when do you plan to marry the Commander?"

It's not just his expression that is so gossip, but also the other orcs who are traveling with him.

Claire was confused by this question, "I never planned to marry the commander, who is he going to marry?"

"It's not you?" Donahue became surprised.

Claire still remembered that Cassius said that he would never marry a wife in this life, and sure enough. That was a lie used to reject her.

There was a bit of pain in her heart, but she said calmly: "It can't be me, have you ever seen a nobleman fall in love with a communal dining cup? But who is he going to marry?"

"We don't know either." Donoghue shook his head. From their point of view, only Claire appeared beside the commander. Besides, there was no other woman. Who else could there be?
"Look at this, the video of the commander's negotiation meeting was streamed out last night." An orc put his optical brain in front of her.

After rushing to the most searched public video on Starnet, the following series of comments were heartbroken young girls talking about it, and condemned by those netizens who thought they were smarter than politicians.

Claire clicked on the video, and only a few seconds were captured in it. It was a sentence spoken by Cassius sitting on a high-back chair with a gentle expression on his face.

"The scenery in the southern hemisphere is nice. It's a gift for my fiancée."

Southern Hemisphere.

The scenery is nice.

Claire twitched the corners of her mouth, and the discomfort in her heart became more obvious.

The scenery in the southern hemisphere is really good, and she stayed there all morning, it turned out that she was looking at the venue for his wife in advance.

Jones detected her emotional ups and downs, and said, "Claire is sad, please turn off the light brain."

As soon as the words came out, everyone reacted one after another. Isn't this adding salt to the little female's wound?

"It's okay." Claire said calmly, "It's a good thing that the commander is getting married, and we should all bless him."

Donoghue touched his nose in embarrassment, but still apologized.

"We only found out when we saw the video that went out this morning."

An orc comforted her very wittily, "Little female, none of us have followed to this meeting, nor have we stayed in the commander's crew cabin. The information may be incomplete, and the marriage may be a cover."

Some people even threatened: "If the commander really runs away with someone in the future, you marry me, and I am very happy to take over."

Donoghue slapped the orc on the head, "Hey, she's a human, you're a bald eagle, you want to kill her?"

"Oh, I don't need to touch her." The orc smiled and said, "It's fine if you can cook."

Upon hearing this, all the beasts in the cockpit looked at Claire in unison, their eyes lit up,
"The idea is really feasible." Donoghue was speechless, which made him a little tempted.

"Hey, think about it then, little female."

Claire's craftsmanship is not disliked by the entire barracks, and many orcs say so.

And this aboveboard poaching conversation was also recorded verbatim by Jones.

This made Claire's originally dull mood clear away, and a smile appeared on his face, "I am very grateful that you have all figured out the way forward for me."

It was an afternoon when we returned to the empire, and there was no sunshine in the gloomy sky.

The good news is that the time of going back and forth happened to be exactly one week, which is tomorrow, the day when the two girls were released from the clubhouse by Commander Tang and brought home.

Claire and Jones went home first, and Martina was shocked when she saw her come back covered in bruises, and hurried up to support her, "Why did you come back with an injury! You should go to the hospital first!"

"I might be going to the hospital for a few days, I'll go up and get a change of clothes first." Claire smiled.

"You can ask Jones to contact me, and I'll bring it to you." Martina said helplessly, "You can trouble me a little more."

Claire shook her head, "It's fine."

Elsa stood at the door of the living room and stared at her, "Why didn't you see the commander? You were driven back early?"

Claire said casually: "It is."

Without anyone's help, she walked into Cassius's study alone, found a piece of paper, and picked up the pen he often used to write a farewell letter.

The theme of the content of the letter is simple.

Pray for him to set her free and wish him a happy wedding.

She carefully folded the paper, placed it in the middle of the table and pressed it down with a pen, then turned off the light and walked out of the study room that smelled of wood.

She went upstairs to change into the pure white dress and put on a set of casual clothes inside, but she didn't take anything else.

Seeing her coming down empty-handed, Martina couldn't help asking, "No clothes?"

"Just wear a suit and go." Clare waved his hand, walked to Elsa and gave her a piece of paper.

"What is this?" Elsa wanted to open it, but she held it down with one hand. She whispered, "It's something that can make you live as long as possible without me, provided you don't provoke him."

Elsa came to her senses, her dim eyes suddenly lit up, she felt that the opportunity had come, she politely gave Claire a hug, "Thank you, Claire."

When she touched the wound on her shoulder, Claire frowned slightly, and quickly pushed him away.

She turned to the glass greenhouse and picked a red apple, and finally got into the car under the escort of Martina.

At this time, the sky was drizzling, and Claire sat by the window and waved to Martina, "Goodbye, Martina."

"Get well soon." Martina also shook her hand.

Claire gave her a smile, "You also pay attention to your body."

When the car drove away, Martina stood there and her heart suddenly sank, and she realized that something was wrong.

In the past, when she went out to run errands, Claire would never say goodbye to her so solemnly.

Standing beside her, Elsa exclaimed: "She really walks with her own instincts, and her courage is commendable."

After hearing her words, Martina completely understood.

"You haven't realized that Claire is your only life-saving talisman." She said with dark eyes, turned and went back to the room after finishing speaking in a cold voice.

The optical brain on the wrist was turned on, and the names in the address book were constantly clicked on and off by Martina. She struggled with this for several hours, remembering the scene of Claire leaning against the window yearning for freedom that day, and finally did not broadcast it. Call Cassius' private short number.

She should fight for this friend once.

Claire took Jones all the way to the hospital, and she asked the doctor in charge of Judith to see her by name.

Considering she was the female of Commander Cassius, the hospital complied with her request.

She was sent to the medical cabin to lie down and repair the wound, but within 10 minutes, a female doctor wearing a mask came in.

"You look seriously injured." She checked her physical data with a serious face.

Lying in the cabin, Claire said softly, "Is there still time to save him?"

"Hmm." The doctor raised his eyelids and glanced at Jones who was guarding the door, "Just to solve a problem."

Claire nodded.

　Average order 205
　　
　
(End of this chapter)