Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 213 She Was Lucky Once

"I understand, let's start." Claire closed her eyes, and grasped the big palm under her palm with her fingers.

"Sleep well Claire."

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The darkness was like a raging river, dragging her into the abyss of consciousness.

Endless sinking, pressure and buoyancy resistance almost crushed her body into pieces, and the sound of bones could be heard in the quiet turbidity of her struggling arms.

This wasn't what Achill meant by a good night's sleep, she was in unending pain with no time to prepare.

Claire opened her mouth in pain to breathe, but the water rushed into her mouth, and her numb limbs began to lose strength. She opened her eyes with difficulty, just to figure out her current situation. The top of her head twisted and moved.

A hand smashed through the cracked water-light mirror, and pulled Claire out violently. The fierce sunlight was like knives lingering on her body, almost piercing her fragile eyeballs.

"Cough cough."

Claire lay powerless on the raft, spitting out the strong salty seawater that reached her nose, and her squinted eyes turned black.

"Liu Ya! I caught a survivor who escaped from the disaster and brought the aircraft over!"

Calloused palms clapped Claire's back to help her cough.

The hypoxic and befuddled brain gradually reacted, oxygen filled into the lungs, and Claire gasping for breath saw a bamboo cage tied to the raft, inside which was a blue light fish studded with 'broken light diamonds' heading towards her. Spitting bubbles.

She stared at it for a while and suddenly woke up, and touched her belly with her fingers. There was no bulge in the abdomen, only a flat, thin body that could almost touch the fragile ribs.

Claire lowered her head, half of the wet clothes stuck to her body were opened, and the exposed part of her belly was white.

She became an ordinary person who was not pregnant, and she lay down next to the raft to see her face again, and did not say goodbye to the previous one.

She quickly realized her situation.

The consciousness of Cassius, the false spiritual world, is her successful arrival here.

The strong wind whipped up a violent air current on the sea, and the raft was thrown a few meters away. Claire stabilized her body and bent her arms to cover her face, her eyes frightened.

A thick, middle-aged male voice came from behind and said, "What are you panicking, it's my home aircraft."

Pushing away the blond hair sticking to her face, she turned her head, and the dry voice in her throat seemed to be squeezed through the salt crystals that had condensed in her throat. It was hoarse and unpleasant, "Where is this?"

"Didn't you look at the coordinates when you came here? This is Planet Walker." The middle-aged man with a white beard threw her a sweaty towel.

The smell of sweat from the pavement was so real that it inhaled into Claire's nose. She thanked her, put the towel aside without any trace, and looked beyond the man's tanned face into the distance.

The wooden pulp was slapped by the water, making a dull impact sound, and the blue light fish in the bamboo cage pushed the cage out of the water and fell back, making a clattering sound.

The sky is dazzlingly blue, and the ultraviolet rays emitted by unknown nearby stars are baking the water surface and bringing up bursts of high temperature.

The aircraft lay horizontally on the water, the hatch lowered, and a robot wearing a straw hat stepped out and reached out to her, "Come up."

"Follow him first, don't disturb my school of fish here." The middle-aged man waved impatiently,

Stepping on the swaying raft, Claire held the robot's hand and jumped onto the aircraft. His red skin was immediately frozen by the cool wind from all directions.

A long plaid towel was draped over her head.

"Which star are you from? The one that was recently passed by Owen's nobles?" the robot asked.

Claire didn't answer his words, her eyes were all attracted by the calendar hanging on the closed hatch.

The cosmic calendar is 7008 years old.

Elijah locked her spiritual world within this date.

What day is this?
She was fascinated by the memory, until a mechanical arm swung in front of her, "Brain injury?"

Claire took a step back, her out-of-focus eyes gathered again, "No, I'm fine."

The simple aircraft brought her back from the sea to the village behind the coastline.

The pure white sandy beach, the houses built with simple wood and straw make it difficult to make people feel that this is 7008, and the aircraft that are docked on the various waterways in the village add a touch of modernity.

"There are already more than a dozen victims like you from Planet Becky." The robot named Liu Ya parked the aircraft in the shallows, and led her across the white sand to an independent house.

A middle-aged man's house was in a mess, and Claire was still dripping with water, so he just stood at the porch and didn't step on the dusty animal skin carpet.

"Come in, your feet are cleaner than Bart's carpet." Liu Ya walked into the bedroom and handed her an old but very quiet cotton floral dress, "This is his wife's, you can wear."

Claire quickly noticed a black-and-white photo on the wooden shoe cabinet inside the door. The woman's face was a little blurred, like the marks left by rubbing her thumbs over and over again. She vaguely understood something.

A home with a wife would not be so messy, no woman could bear to put smelly socks on the dining table.

Liu Ya said: "Bart touches it every day when he goes out."

Claire walked into the toilet in silence to tidy herself up, and put on the dress that was one size bigger than her.

The sticky feeling on the body disappeared, and the wrinkled fingers of the sea foam gradually became smooth and delicate.

"Just move a chair and wait for him to come back." Liu Ya said.

Looking at the mess and a faint smell in the room, Claire thought for a while and rolled up her sleeves.

When Bart came back with the bamboo cage at night, the voice came in before anyone arrived, "Liu Ya! You fucking let a woman touch my kitchen?! I saw smoke coming out of the chimney!"

"I only let her move part of the way, the kitchen is already rotten." Liu Ya replied standing behind the door.

Claire glanced at the high-end cooking utensils under her hand, which were similar to induction cookers, and looked up out of the window. A bearded face was reflected on the glass window, and her big gazelle-like eyes were staring intently at the reflective mouth in her hand. pot.

He probably didn't expect his pot to be so clean.

"I washed the dishes in the sink." Claire scooped up the bubbling thick soup with a long spoon, and the enticing mushroom scent slapped a layer of white mist on the window.

Bart behind the window swallowed and swallowed all the words, pushed open the door and walked in.

The dirty carpet on the floor has been swept away, washed and dried by the door.

All the furniture was cleaned up, even the cloth covers on the sofa were removed and washed clean.

Stepping barefoot on the waxed log floor is extremely refreshing, the rough and salty flavor of middle-aged men and the sea is less in the air, and there is a bit more refreshing evening breeze and the aroma of dinner.

"Who asked you to clean up?" Bart muttered, but he came to her side honestly and put the bamboo cage into the sink.

The blue light fish that was caught during the day would lie lifeless in it, Claire glanced at the cage, turned around and asked, "How about sliced ​​and served with wine?"

"Okay." Bart quickly answered.

Claire raised the corners of her lips, opened the bamboo cage and took out the strangely shaped half-dead fish.

The fragrant mushroom soup, toasted soft bread, and a plate of sashimi were served on the table. Bart stared at the mushroom soup in a daze for a few seconds before thinking of taking a spoonful to eat.

In the afternoon, the robot named Liu Ya said that Bart would go to the mountain to pick these fast-perishing mushrooms every day. His wife used to make thick soup for him. Now he only knows how to pick fresh ones but can’t get them to eat. Waiting for the wife to come back and do it.

He saved his life, and Claire wouldn't mind doing something for him.

After eating half a bowl of soup, and taking a sip of his fermented rice in a wooden cup, Bart raised his head, his foamy beard fluctuated with his lips, and a lot of wine dripped down the beard on the table.

"You have nowhere to go, you want to please me to stay, are you a refugee?"

Claire nodded, "I can do anything, my name is Claire."

"Becky's planet has almost been wiped out by Owen's royal family." Bart put down his glass, picked up a piece of sashimi and stuffed it into his mouth to chew. "Your planet's resources have also been robbed."

Just as Claire was about to continue nodding, a tendon in the back of her neck suddenly tensed, recalling the memories that once belonged to Elijah.

He was dug out on Planet Walkley. Because of the outbreak of the resource war, he was sent on an escape plane, and finally chose to bury his memory and become Cassius.

Claire's expression became stiff, and Bart thought she was in pain from poking her, and his expression was a little unnatural, so he picked up the sashimi and stuffed it into his mouth to cover up vaguely: "Okay, you can stay with me if you want, every day Let’s cook, our folk customs are simple and friendly to refugees.”

"Thank you." Claire stirred the spoon in the soup bowl, turned her head and looked at the thick night outside the window, frowning slightly, her thoughts drifted away.

Elijah is buried in that hill now?

This planet is too big, how should she find it.

After dinner, Bart gave her the empty room opposite his bedroom, which should have been full of sundries, and Claire spent a lot of time making a bed for herself.

This house is very close to the sea. On a quiet night, you can see the white foam slapping on the coastline through the window, and the sound of the waves rolling.

Claire lay on the quilt and slowly fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, a group of people with suspended lights knocked on Bart's door.

Claire, who was already in a light sleep, walked out first while Bart was still swearing and getting dressed in the bedroom.

The robot Liu Ya opened the door, and a strong man walked in with a black-haired man with a drooping head on his back, followed by several people.

Everyone was amazed to see how tidy and tidy the widower Bart's house was all of a sudden, and with the addition of a young woman.

Claire stood at the door of the room and took the initiative to explain: "I am a refugee from Planet Becky, and I was just brought back by Mr. Bart today."

When they heard that it was Planet Becky, everyone's expressions were no longer so strange.

Bart finally came out of the room. His eyes were sleepy and his face was full of displeasure: "What's the matter? I said I don't receive patients in the middle of the night. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Claire turned her eyes to him again, with a surprised expression. She didn't expect that he was a doctor, and she didn't see any medical equipment when she helped him clean the house.

"The situation is urgent. I dug this man out of the soil when I was digging mines. He may have fallen out of an airplane. It is a miracle that he is still alive." The man in his prime carried him in front of Bart.

When Claire heard that it was dug out of the soil, her heart skipped a beat and she walked over quickly.

The naked man wore only a piece of clothing around his waist, hanging upside down on the strong honey-colored shoulders. His slightly curly black hair was pressed against his forehead, and the light that floated over from the levitating ball hit that face. Leaving from his face, the overly delicate face from the eyebrows to the bridge of the nose fell into her eyes.

Claire's whole heart trembled, a smile appeared on her face, and her brown eyes were bent, revealing the starlight of hope.

Goddess of Luck favored her, and she found him without wading through mountains and rivers.

Bart touched the sleeping Elijah's face, "The reason why you brought him back is that he is so beautiful?"

At this time, I still didn't forget to tease, and managed to make a little girl behind me blush, "Uncle Bart, you have taken in a beautiful girl yourself, hurry up and save him."

"Hmph, put him on a medical bed."

After Bart finished speaking, the ordinary fireplace wall with cow head specimens was suddenly split into two, and a straight downward passage appeared, a pale metallic passage, with a strong high-tech atmosphere coming from the pavement.

Only then did Claire realize that they were all hidden underground.

She followed along, and the old version of the medical cabin was placed in the corner, and various medical instruments were piled up in the corner, complete in style.

The fisherman Bart, who looks rough on the outside, is a middle-aged man with superb medical skills.

Claire was extremely thankful that she made the decision to stay here, and she watched as Elijah was put into the medical cabin, and the water was checking all the damage to his body.

In just a few minutes, Bart got the result, "He didn't suffer any trauma, he just fell asleep."

As soon as this was said, everyone didn't believe it. How could anyone be bumped all the way down the mountain without waking up to the loud noise?

"In fact, he doesn't have any problems, only some small wounds bitten by mosquitoes." Bart waved his hand, and said impatiently: "Let him stay inside for one night, and I can't talk about it tomorrow."

"There are too many refugees fleeing from Planet Becky recently." Someone began to complain, and then said with pity: "These people are really pitiful."

"It's very close to us, I hope it doesn't extend the flames of war to us."

"It's gone, let's all go to bed."

The girl who followed said: "Someone must watch him, what if something happens at night?"

Her complexion was thin and red, obviously she had a heart for this meticulously crafted man.

Claire took the initiative to walk to the side of the medical cabin, "I promised to help Mr. Bart work in exchange for my staying here. I'll watch him tonight."

The girl wanted to say something else, but Bart responded with a look of reason: "Yes, then you can watch it tonight, and you can make me breakfast in the morning. Let me explain that your salary is only board and lodging."

(End of this chapter)