Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 215 Tempest

"What's going on, it makes them seem to have known each other for a long time." Eve turned her head and complained to her brother, "Obviously we are his saviors."

"They are all refugees from the same planet, so it's not surprising that they depend on each other." The burly man stepped forward to rub the top of her hair, "What's more, he is more beautiful than you."

"Ryder! You say I'm ugly!" Eve put her foot on his butt and became even angrier, and the two ran away, fighting one after the other.

Claire felt that her wrist was going to be broken, she had to bump into Elija's arm with her arm, and frowned, "Can you stop holding it so tightly, it hurts."

Elija let go of his hand, his expression was gloomy, and he still didn't understand what was going on with the sudden outrage.

Claire turned her wrist, saw the men's clothing store on the corner of the street, and stopped his angry steps in time, "Don't leave Elijah, the store is here."

The tall and straight man stopped suddenly.

Subconsciously blurting out his name, Claire pursed her upper lip and cursed badly.

Sure enough, he turned around quickly and stared straight at her with strange scrutiny in his black eyes.

"What did you call me?" He never remembered revealing his name to anyone.

He became suspicious.

Claire is not sure if this is a good omen. Strictly speaking, she doesn't know how to take him out of this spiritual world. She has thought about it carefully and told him everything in such a grand manner. There are two endings, or she Get killed, or he questions the reality of the whole world.

The most important thing is when the spiritual world collapses, can he return to reality?
Achill didn't tell her how to take him back, and she didn't dare to take the risk easily.

Now subconsciously calling out his name, she should get over this mistake just to be on the safe side.

The fierce ultraviolet light was half blocked by his tall body, and a cold shadow enveloped her.

Claire raised her head, and Elijah's pale face was shrouded in a light yellow halo under the strong ultraviolet light, making her unbelievably beautiful.

"I once had a husband named Elijah." She calmed down quickly, staring at him with warm brown eyes as if she saw someone else. "You look exactly like him."

"Husband?" His heart beat violently, causing a bit of pain, which made his black eyes even more ruthless.

"Well, my beloved." Claire pulled out a bright smile, and put on a bit of surprise and apology in his eyes, "I couldn't help calling the wrong person just now, what's your name? Is it the same name as my husband? "

He didn't answer her, he turned around and stepped into the clothing store she pointed to just now with a suppressed and oppressive aura.

Claire stood at the door for a while, clutched her chest and took a few breaths, then calmed down and followed in.

The money Bart gave her was not much, which was enough to buy a set of clothes, but a pair of sandals and a pair of trousers, and the jacket could not be bought. At most, he could barely buy a linen white vest to cover him.

When they were going out, the two of them could occasionally exchange a few words, but when they returned home around noon, Yilajia had a cold face and insisted on not saying a word to her.

Claire could vaguely understand what kind of temper he was throwing, and since it was only a day and a half later, she had better not take any risks until the matter of bringing him home was clear.

Bart didn't come back to eat at noon, so Claire made some onion and bean stew and asked Liu Ya to deliver it to him in an aircraft.

The neighbor next door who sent Elija back last night came to the door at this time, and a wife who was in charge of refugee management also came with her.

There were a lot of things to do at noon, so Claire enthusiastically asked him to stay for dinner.

"Although it shouldn't be said, you came at the right time. This guy Bart has been sluggish for a long time without his wife. Most of the time when we come to visit, we don't even have a place to lay our feet."

A middle-aged woman put the pie she made on the table for everyone to eat together, and someone brought a nutrient solution. Everyone knew that they had nothing to eat at home, which was a surprisingly tacit understanding.

Nutrient solution was something Claire didn't have money to buy, and she expressed her gratitude for their friendliness and generosity, and gave everyone a little of her scallion and beans casserole.

Everyone ate food, except for Elija who didn't even have a plate in front of her, only two solitary blue nutrient solution.

Claire sat down beside him, turned her head and whispered, "You can eat this."

After speaking, she turned her head and chatted with these kind ladies.

Everyone thought they were refugees who escaped death, and they didn't dare to talk about their sad things all the time.

"It's like this. We have a refugee aid station in the village. There are all kinds of things there. All the refugees who come are gathered there, which can meet your daily needs." The wife in charge of the refugees glanced at Yi who was silent. Lega, the meaning is obvious.

She added a sentence after that, "Of course you have to pay labor to live there."

"It's fair." Claire nodded, "But he and I both think it's good for Mr. Bart. He needs someone to take care of him, and he also needs a strong man to go fishing with him. A double harvest is great. "

There were too many people living together, and it seemed to her that if Elijah passed, they would be in danger.

Even though it is a virtual world, she subconsciously does not want innocent people to be harmed.

"Speaking of which, it would be nice for old Bart to have an assistant." Everyone agreed, and changed the subject to praise Claire's lunch.

"The food you made is really delicious. The rice grains are soft and glutinous."

"How did you make it? We don't like to eat this. It's too time-consuming to fry it every time. It's better to drink nutrient solution."

"It was introduced from the earth. We have never seen anyone make it delicious. The only advantage is that it can be stored for a long time."

Claire smiled shyly, and was also very happy to answer them: "Just add more water and let it simmer in the pot for a while. This stuff doesn't taste good when it's stir-fried. Any seasoning is easy to burn and it doesn't taste good."

"Go back and try it at night." Everyone at the dinner table was talking and laughing. Elijah had never been exposed to this kind of occasion. He held the nutrient solution in his hand with a blank expression on his face, somewhat uncomfortable.

Seeing that everyone's meal was almost finished, Claire didn't drink the nutrient solution. She patted his leg with the hand under the table, leaned into his ear and whispered, "You don't like it? No matter how reserved your life was before, Gui, you always have to fill your stomach now."

The girl's breath sprayed on his outer ears, and the unique fragrance on his body instantly activated his lifeless heart, and the temperature spreading from the heart burned inch by inch until it spread to the whole body.

Elija turned her face slowly, deliberately avoiding her gaze, and looked at her untouched plate of onion and beans stewed rice.

He probably understood why she looked unhappy this morning, at first he really didn't care much about a plate of food that was ready to eat, but now he was sure that the plate of food beside him was different from the one on the table.

"Do you want to eat this?" Claire noticed the longing in his eyes, thought it was him who wanted to eat, so she moved her plate in front of him, "Try?"

He put the nutrient solution in front of her, and in exchange, accepted her onion and bean stew.

With slender pale fingers, she picked up the spoon she used, and just as Claire reacted and wanted to remind him, he had already put a spoonful of rice into his mouth.

She felt that he did it on purpose, so she wanted to eat her saliva.

The interaction between the two was also watched by the women around. Everyone was tolerant of the feelings in the disaster and did not disturb too much. After eating, they exchanged a few words and left one after another.

The bowl of onion and bean stew for Elija was also eaten by him in the end.

Claire smiled happily: "It's actually not that bad, right."

Elijah stared at the dinner plate with only a thin layer of grease left in a daze, he quickly looked away, and responded with a deep voice, "Yes."

The relationship between the two of them barely returned to harmony in the following afternoon. Bart's house was very small, with only one utility room and one master bedroom. A simple bed was spread out on the floor.

By the time she cooked the meal in the evening, it was almost cooling down, and before Bart came back, Liu Ya, who went to deliver his meal at noon, was already squatting at home to charge.

There was a strong sea breeze outside the window. Even though the windows were closed tightly, they couldn't resist the clanging sound of the fierce cold wind hitting the glass continuously. Dazzling thunder and lightning rolled in the clouds far away, and rumbling thunder continued to come.

Claire went to the door and opened the door, the swift wind blew her skirt flying instantly, and the whole person took a step back and crashed into Elijah's arms. He appeared behind her at some point, holding her waist with his palms and making her stand up. stable.

"There's a storm coming from the sea." Claire turned to look at Liu Ya anxiously, "Has Bart not sent you a call to pick him up yet?"

Liu Ya nodded. The robot of his model obeys the owner's instructions 100% and lacks self-awareness. This will delay Bart's return, and he will not feel any nervousness. He just said: "He won't come back until midnight at the latest. , it's still early, you can wait a little longer."

"I don't think we can wait anymore." Claire grabbed Elija's arm, "We have to fly the aircraft to pick up people."

Elijah didn't want to help, seeing her anxious eyes, she still nodded indifferently, "I'll go."

"Together." Claire went to the table to get the start key, and walked out against the strong wind.

Elijah followed quickly.

The aircraft staying in the shoal was constantly being beaten by the big waves coming up from the high tide, and there was a puff of moist water vapor in the air. Not far away, someone ran wildly and said, "Hurry up and pick up people! The storm will come down soon. ! Damn Leivo is still outside!"

His voice was dissipated in the wind. Bart was not the only one who liked fishing as a pastime. Thinking of the dangerous situation at sea, Claire quickly opened the hatch with the key and climbed onto the aircraft on the wet waves.

It was easy for Claire to fly this simple aircraft that didn't even have any shells installed. She went straight to the pilot's seat and sat down, checked the cockpit system in a hurry, and started the engine to take off when the raindrops fell.

Bart's raft wasn't too far away, but the sea at night was like the mouth of an abyss, so dark that nothing could be seen, and the only two searchlights on the aircraft were turned on.

Elijah stood by the window on the other side. The darkness did not hinder his eyes, and he could clearly see the situation on the sea.

"Have you found anyone?" Claire asked nervously.

She has already lowered her height, and is walking close to the turbulent sea. If she is not careful, she will be in danger of being caught in the waves. Now she doubts that Bart's bamboo raft has been blown apart, and no one knows that she will be caught in the waves where to go.

The storm intensified, and the falling rain kept hitting the windows, making the vision blurred. What's more, the radar model of this aircraft was outdated, and the thermal imager was not installed at all, so it was impossible to detect life forms.

After searching for about 10 minutes, Claire flew obliquely, one wing hovered above the water and circled, and Elijah found two men on a broken long log.

They were constantly waving their arms, and the heads that had just been exposed were slapped back by the waves the next second.

The situation is critical.

"Claire, lower the hatch."

Claire turned her head and said nervously, "You want to go down?"

"I smell blood." He looked at her and said softly, "It doesn't matter if you don't save her."

To him, it was just a small favor for her, and it was up to her whether he could save her or not.

If there is a smell of blood, then it must be a serious injury. This is Elijah's world, and he will be fine. Claire immediately said, "I saw a rope next to the hatch, take the rope down."

Soon, a white figure jumped down in the storm, and the sound of entering the water was covered by thunder.

Claire also quickly locked their positions, and she pulled the joystick hard to stare at the three floating in the water.

Elijah's strength is not small, he has a thick rope around his waist, and his two strong arms are holding a person on each side. He raised his head in the darkness, and the thunder light illuminated his cheeks and the wet black hair .

Claire understood immediately, pushed the engine to the maximum, and took the three of them straight into the air when another wave of high waves hit.

Liu Ya stood at the door of the hatch, the heavy rain hit his rusty toes, his steel arms pulled the rope, and pulled the three of them up little by little.

Just as Claire was about to turn the plane around and leave, a vortex formed on the turbulent sea, and a huge monster of unidentifiable color burst out of the water, almost biting the three people who were still hanging in midair.

Claire was taken aback by what jumped out of the sea, and even the air trembled when the creature, which was bigger than a whale, fell back into the water.

"what!"

A man with a severely torn thigh was the first to be thrown into the cabin by Elijah without emotion.

Claire turned on the autopilot mode, left the driving seat and ran over to pick up people.

The wound was already bubbling badly, she quickly pulled him up and helped him to the back seat, "What's going on? Don't you ask robots to pick you up with flying machines in such bad weather?"

(End of this chapter)