Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 217 Awareness
She raised her hand to touch the top of her head that had been patted, and the sunlight sprinkled on the back of her hand from between the fine leaves, kissing a faint warmth.

Elijah could meet her bright eyes every time he looked back. Such a dependent gaze made his expressionless face gentle and soft, and the joy from the heart turned into enthusiasm in his hands.

It took Bart a day to barely make the raft, and Elijah and two people finished it in a morning.

The last wooden beating and inlays were tied with thick rope, and the vest on Elijah's body was completely soaked. Claire turned on the kettle and stood up to send it to him.

The man raised his head slightly to drink water, fine sweat flowed down his neck with the pure water leaking from his mouth, his peripheral vision focused on her, and his Adam's apple rolled and swallowed.

Claire didn't notice his attractive appearance, and only heard Bart's stomach growling.

She turned her head, "Let's go back to eat first."

"No, I have to try this new raft to see if it works well." Bart, who has engraved his fishing hobby in his bones, couldn't wait, "You go back to eat, and ask Liu Ya to bring me a bowl of rice after eating. "

"Mr. Bart, have you brought your fishing gear? Just go straight." Claire had no choice but to break his excitement.

The words hit the mark, and Bart curled his lips when he remembered that his hands were empty, "Okay, then first lift the raft to the shallows and tie it to the wooden stakes."

Claire didn't go to the seaside where there were no trees for shade. Elijah helped Bart carry the raft over, and she went home to cook.

There are still a few bread sticks left in the kitchen, and she plans to simply slice them up and heat them up, and put some vegetables and meat in them for a simple meal.

Just after cleaning a few unnamed green vegetable leaves, Claire suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. Her expression changed, and the slicing knife in her hand fell to the cutting board. His stomach groaned.

"Claire"

Achill's voice came into his ears from nowhere, with intermittent eagerness, "You're out of time! It's still a week at most! Child"

The pain in the abdomen was like a heavy fist, which made Claire's knees slip and fall to the ground, her pale face was clenched, the veins on her forehead were bulging, and the drooping feeling under her body made her understand that her situation in the real world was very bad. wonderful.

She grasped the fabric of her abdomen tightly, her lips trembling, "Be patient, baby, be patient."

The sharp pain gradually disappeared after 5 minutes, and Claire sat on her knees, panting heavily.

Wiping off the cold sweat that fell from her forehead, she propped up her limp legs and got up again to make lunch.

Elijah and Bart came back just in time for her to put the food on the table, and just as Claire was about to withdraw her hand and turn to get the cutlery, a big hand grabbed her arm.

He looked down at the slender arm that could be held with one hand, and the white and tender skin was broken.

"How did you get hurt?" Elijah's tone was displeased.

The abdominal pain just now was so severe that Claire ignored the pain in her arm. After his reminder, she turned her head to look, and remembered that she was scratched by the rough wooden cabinet door when she squatted down just now.

She moved her arms, raised her eyes and said nonchalantly, "The silver spoon fell to the ground just now, and I picked it up in a hurry, and was scratched by the wooden door below."

The movement of trying to break free was not approved, but Elijah held it even tighter, her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were sharp, as if she had some deep hatred for this small scratch.

He was behaving strangely, Claire couldn't help thinking.

Bart, who was waiting for the meal, couldn't hold back, stroked his furry beard and urged, "You have enough time to take off your clothes to see each other, now, I want to eat!"

Claire leaned closer to Elijah, resting her elbow on his chest, feeling the beating heart under the fabric, "Eat first?"

The scent of the girl was like the purest lemonade, and the refreshing taste rushed into his nose, and the hand that was tightly clenched on the arm slowly loosened.

Claire, who was free, turned to get the cutlery, and the three of them sat around and ate the delicious low-end hamburger.

In the afternoon, Claire, who had nothing to do, was going to go fishing with Elijah and Bart, wearing a straw hat and walking on the hot white sand beach. The magnificent golden aircraft kept passing overhead, which was even bigger than in the morning .

When the aircraft flew over their heads at low altitude, all the wind and sand rolled up by the air flow rushed towards the three of them, and Claire closed her eyes subconsciously.

The fine sand that flew up was blocked by an invisible spiritual barrier, and Elijah's black eyes instantly switched to golden double pupils, and his strength did not allow a grain of sand to touch Claire.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Bart next to him patting the little grains of sand in his hair, with an annoyed expression, "They're all a bunch of uneducated things."

Claire looked at herself who was spotless, and then at Elija who was also beside her, feeling even more puzzled.

The raft was floating in the shallows, and Bart put the fishing gear away and climbed aboard.

The wide ankle-length skirt floated to Claire's knees as the water level deepened, and was soaked in the cold sea water, as if driving away all the heat from her body, making her let out a sigh of comfort.

Elijah was the second to step on the raft. He turned and bent down, picked her up and put her on the raft, all in one motion.

The rope on the wooden pier was untied, and the raft gradually drifted away with the rolling waves.

Claire lifted her skirt and sat on the edge of the raft, her legs were immersed in the flowing sea water. In the bottomless ocean, an unknown colorful fish passed by her feet, and the tingling sensation made her tickle her toes. A smile appeared on his face.

"I hate this group of rainbow fish the most." Bart prepared the bait, glanced at her and said, "This thing is very cunning, and it can spit out the hook after eating my bait."

Claire giggled.

"You like it?" Elija glanced at the little fish that slipped away from her feet, and moved her fingers behind her.

"It's cute." She replied with a smile.

Elijah responded in a low voice.

In the depths of the seabed, one after another colorful small fish appeared out of thin air. First, a pair of white fish skeletons swimming upwards. As they approached the sea surface, the skeletons were gradually filled with flesh and scales, and finally they were vivid and beautiful. Schools of colorful fish rushed out of the deep sea.

Still considering whether to shrink back into the shadow of Elijah to block the sun, when the first rainbow fish jumped out of the water, Claire's eyes were immediately attracted to it.

Immediately after a few seconds, a huge school of fish suddenly appeared around the raft like a deep sea vortex surrounding them.

Colorful rainbow fish shuttled between her legs and under her feet, and the colorful scales on those fish under the Lingling light dragged out a beautiful streamer.

Claire exclaimed, full of admiration, "Oh my God, it's so spectacular!"

Elijah looked down at the half-body girl in his arms, the breath on her body softened, he wanted to satisfy all her needs, no matter what it was, as long as it satisfied her, it would indirectly make him feel happy.

A couple next to him was blowing pink bubbles, and Bart, whose hook was swept away by the school of fish, jumped up in a hurry. He stood up from the raft, stomped his feet heavily and made a splash, "Damn it! Get the hell out of here! What's the use of you inedible things!"

A few seconds after he finished speaking, the fishing rod without the hook was discarded on the raft, and the fishing line shook and became tense for a while. Seeing that the fishing rod was about to fall, Bart hurriedly pulled it again.

I don't know whether it was because he made too much noise or the fish that was hooked without bait was too big. When he lifted the fishing rod, he fell back on the raft, and Claire just bent over to tease the little fish on his fingertips. , The big noise he made caused the raft to sway, and she lost her balance and plunged into the water.

The suffocating water instantly crushed the top of the head, the skirt on her body was billowed due to the buoyancy, and the golden soft long hair was spread out like seaweed. Claire panicked for a moment. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes in the water was that piece of Floating in the sun, the man stretched out his hand to her like a god.

All panic dissipated because of Elijah's arrival.

She reached out and grabbed his fingertips, and was pulled into his arms by him, the floral skirt clung to his body intimately, and her golden hair was entangled with his black hair like a lover.

The school of fish scattered in fright surrounded them in a circle outside, Claire grabbed his hand, raised her head and kissed his lips proactively.

Wake up early, no matter if it's Elijah or Cassius, go back to her side sooner.

Her eyes were full of anticipation and longing, and the floating light and shadow and the dark sea couldn't hide the radiant light of love in her eyes.

Elijah hugged her tightly, and all the emotions boiling in her chest merged into the kiss of her lips, and the continuous supply of oxygen leaked a few bubbles from between her lips and teeth and floated upwards.

Bart pressed his body against a big one-meter-long fish with gradient colors. Looking at the calm water, he panicked, "Hey! Don't tell me that neither of you can swim!"

When he was thinking about whether to go down to save people, the two hugged and appeared on the surface of the water. Claire was wet against Elijah's chest, blinking her cream-brown eyes vigorously, trying to shake off the heavy sea water on her eyelashes.

"Bart, do you want to murder me?" She puffed up her face deliberately.

"Haha." Ante said twice, and punched the big fish below him on the head, then got up and reached out to her, "I met a stupid fish today, how about making it up?"

She was about to reach out, but Elijah, who was holding her, held her waist and lifted her up. Claire sat down on the raft, and Bart's hand pulled Elijah, pulling him up.

"It doesn't take too far today to return home with a full load, let's go home!" Bart said excitedly: "Let's have a whole fish feast tonight."

After tossing around for a few hours and arriving home in the evening, after changing her clothes, Claire turned sideways and accidentally saw her clean arms in the mirror, and fell into deep thought.

The scratch at noon was gone, not even a little bit of broken skin was left, which shouldn't be.

Did Elijah do it?
He did it, did he understand something?
"Claire, hurry up!"

There was only one toilet in the house, and Bart was urging her again.

Archer said she had a week left to strip, and who knew how long a real week would last here.

Claire concealed her worries and opened the door to go out. Elijah took off her wet vest, casually took a towel and put it on her body. Seeing her come out, her expressionless face immediately dispelled the coldness and became vivid.

"It's changed," he said.

Claire nodded, poured a cup of hot tea into his hand, and then turned to the kitchen to cook.

Night fell quickly, and the temperature in the air cooled down quickly.

The kitchen window is wide open, and the sea breeze blows through, making every inch of skin feel comfortable and refreshed.

Before the whole fish feast was half done, there was a hasty knock on the door, and Elijah, who was sitting on the sofa, walked over to open the door.

It was the girl named Eve before. When she broke in, she stared at him for two seconds, then rushed to Bart who was reading a magazine, leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear quickly.

Bart's face changed quickly, and he got up from the sofa, "Let's go."

Claire came out with the boiled fish fillet and saw the two hurried out, so she hurriedly asked, "What's the matter? You left without finishing your meal?"

"Eat it, don't wait for me." Bart said with a serious face.

"It's serious? Do you want us to go together? Maybe we can help you." Claire asked again.

"No, you are all refugees, don't meddle in our planet's affairs."

Bart took Liu Ya away and slammed the door without looking back.

Claire frowned, "It's related to the Owen nobles, it's a matter of energy distribution."

Everything was going on according to the past history, and when she thought that the people on this planet would soon be wiped out, she panicked.

Elijah came to the table and sat down, and said calmly, "Sit down and eat."

He didn't seem to worry about the people on this planet at all. Claire sat opposite him, and couldn't help but wonder, if he had always thought this way, why did he give himself a Walkley when he became Cassius? The identity of the survivors, and more than ten years later led the army to slaughter all the people who invaded this planet?

Why create such a troublesome identity.

Seeing her preoccupied with doubts in her eyes, Elija pressed her hand on the table, "There's nothing to worry about, Claire."

His tone was as calm and unmoved as his look.

His palms were big and warm, and Claire's restless mood miraculously calmed down. She nodded: "Let's eat."

Bart didn't come back the whole night, she was alone on the bed, dreaming weird and bizarre dreams restlessly, her body turned over in the dark night, and Elijah, who was lying on the ground, turned over and hugged her tightly in her arms .

The familiar confinement allowed her to settle down and fall asleep.

In the early morning, the sky just turned white, the door of the house was pushed open, and hurried steps stopped at the door of the utility room.

"Knock knock!"

"get up!"

Bart's irritable voice woke Claire up. She was nestled in her warm chest. Elijah climbed into her bed in the middle of the night, and she didn't have time to ask him, so she urged him to get out of bed and open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Bart walked in quickly. His washed white trousers were stained with fresh blood, and there were quite a few stains on his dark plaid gown. His whole body smelled of blood.

(End of this chapter)