Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 218 He Always Knew It Was Fake

Seeing his distressed and desperate appearance, Elijah calmly said, "Something went wrong."

"There's an escape machine tonight, bring some food and clothes and go with you." Bart took out an iron box from his trouser pocket with shaking hands, opened it and took out a cigarette. The lighter was in his right hand, and the twitching thumb couldn't press the flame. .

Elijah held his hand and helped him press it down smoothly, a cluster of flames reflected in the black pupils of the two.

Claire lifted the quilt and jumped off the bed, "Why? The Owen nobles plan to occupy this place?"

"We rejected their request for all energy to develop new technologies, and the nobles shot our leaders." Bart exhaled a thick smoke, so fast that he coughed twice, "you follow tonight , before they intend to occupy here by force."

"Perhaps we can help." Claire walked to Elijah, and thick smoke came to her nostrils. In the fog that choked her throat, she smelled sadness and sadness.

"What can I do for you? This is a matter of our planet." Bart glared at her, and said to Elijah in a bad temper, "Come with me to the bedroom."

Where Claire could not see, Bart took out an old tin can from the drawer, which contained a wedding photo when he was young, a clamshell necklace in the shape of a silver shell, and a stack of currency that he had saved for a long time.

He touched the woman in the photo. The plump woman with the gorgeous flowers on her head smiled sweetly, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in Bart's eyes.

"My wife is beautiful." He showed off to Elijah, but when he saw the other party's expressionless expression, he curled his lips in boredom.

Bart picked up the photo and put it in the small pocket on his chest, put it next to his body, put the necklace on his neck, closed the lid of the box and handed the iron box to him, "Here you are."

"Why did you give me the money?" Elijah held the rusted iron box, and slowly raised her eyes, with puzzlement in her calm black eyes.

"Why?" Bart was almost annoyed by his stupidity, "Hey, are you a refugee after all? Aren't you still in love with that girl? You wouldn't want her to go to another planet to be a girl when you fled Survive? You're going to need the money to take care of both of you."

Elijah didn't need these trivial kindnesses. He didn't think that his own strength couldn't protect the woman he wanted, but the iron box in his hand was very important. He knew that it was all of Bart's savings, and he gave it all to him.

In the calm and unwavering heart, a pebble started a small splash, and the waves that appeared spread layer by layer.

"Aren't you leaving?" he asked.

"My home is here, how do I get there?" Bart took a deep breath of cigarettes and exhaled through the open window, "Someone has to stay here."

Elijah said softly, "You can surrender."

"Surrender?" Bart nodded. "We intend to surrender after defeat, but the women and the weak must go first. The army brought by this group of nobles will eat them after they completely occupy this place."

He is old, and he will never run away like a shrinking turtle.

Elijah walked out of Bart's bedroom with the iron box, and Claire was leaning against the door. She turned her head with a uncomfortable expression, "Aren't they leaving?"

She heard it all.

"Well, let's go." Elijah took her arm, grabbed her into his arms, and patted her back comfortingly with his palm.

Claire's forehead was pressed against his chest, her fingers were clutching the linen around his waist, her eyelashes fluttered uneasily.

A voice in her heart told her that tonight would be an important turning point, but when she thought that all the people on this planet would be wiped out, her heart was tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and she could only comfort herself that everything was fake , everything has already happened.

This is a history that has already happened and no one can change it.

Bart stayed in the bedroom for a long time, and Claire rallied to deal with the remaining half fish from last night, and made a whole fish feast again at noon.

The three of them sat together for lunch, Bart ate three bowls of crystal clear rice, and Elijah also drank two bottles of self-brewed wine with him.

"We have never hurt anyone. We live our lives on our own land. We can't escape the war just like this. It's the damn world's damn fate."

Bart complained and complained drunkenly, while Elijah listened quietly, showing no impatience on his face. Even the big rough hand slapped him heavily on the shoulder, which made Claire smart, and neither did he care.

"We just want to live." Bart, who was drunk and had a gray beard, cried like a child.

Who is not afraid of death, but the gentlemen of the Walkley men will not allow them to abandon their women and their homes and flee first.

Claire watched him cry, and thought of the orc empire that was already riddled with holes.

In fact, everyone has only one wish, which is to live safely.

She lowered her head, the curtain made of blond hair hid the sadness on her face, dug a spoonful of rice, stuffed it into her mouth and ate it with big gulps.

A meal, everyone is not happy to eat.

Elijah pushed Bart, who was completely drunk, back to the room, and Claire cleaned up the kitchen and the whole small house seriously.

Liu Ya came out from the corner and stood at the door with a gun in his hand.

His program was changed in the morning, and he will use his identity as a war machine to resist foreign invaders at the cost of destroying the fuselage.

Clare sat down to rest on the porch steps outside the house, the sun was bright and the corner of the overhanging eaves just cast a shadow over her head.

The door behind her opened and closed, and Elijah, who was wearing sandals, walked up to her and sat down.

Claire didn't turn her head, she just moved to his side and hugged his arms, her head was resting on his arms, looking at the coast where the fine sand was taken away by the shoal, she said softly: "I want to go back home."

"Which house?" he asked.

Clareton was confused at the time, but now she is a little hesitant. After considering that her husband actually lived longer than her by some hundred years, her first thought turned out to be to return to Earth and spend the rest of her time with her mother.

Decades have passed in the blink of an eye for Elijah, and his long life will eventually forget her traces, and she owes too much to her mother and Andrew, and she shouldn't spend the rest of her time on personal love , she still has a family relationship that needs to be redeemed.

Take Elijah back to the place where he should go, and give birth to his child. If she is still alive, she wants to go back to her own place.

Her grave should be on Earth in 2022.

"I don't know." Her fingers moved down along his muscle lines, holding his hand, "Take me to find it."

"My home is far away, you may not like it, but I'd like to show you there." Elijah laughed a few times, the tenderness in her voice almost overflowing.

"What's there?" Claire asked.

"Countless defensive fortresses, deserts, and death." He raised his head slightly, and there was a sense of arrogance in his words.

Claire immediately straightened her neck and shook her head, "I'd better follow the escape route of others."

"It can also be created." Elijah followed up.

Claire turned her head, "What?"

He raised his hand to pinch her chin, and gently stroked her lips with his thumb, "You can have whatever you want."

He had done this kind of erotic action more than once before. Claire slapped his hands off, pinched his face without a trace of excess flesh, and brushed the deep eye sockets and high bridge of the nose across his fingertips.

"I have a husband, do you want to be a lover?"

The half-joking temptation did not arouse Elijah's anger at all. The short black curly hair was softly pasted on the porcelain white forehead, and Claire pushed it back. She played with his hair mischievously, It's a mess.

Under Elija's almost indulgent gaze, she felt embarrassed and took her hand back.

"Aren't you going to answer me?"

"Yes." He raised his lips and smiled openly.

The messy black hair did not affect the perfect face, and even added a wild beauty to the man in front of him who was only wearing a vest.

Claire would get lost in his smile for a moment.

The two sat at the door until the evening, and women with luggage and bags rushed towards the direction of the escape machine one after another, and the time was almost up.

Bart, who had slept all afternoon, pushed the door out smelling of alcohol. Seeing the two people who were still sitting on the porch dating, they were quite sober, and urged, "Go and clean up, it's time to go."

"There's nothing to clean up." Claire stood up and said, "Just take your piggy bank."

Bart was taken aback for a moment, and said with a smile, "So you're a money fanatic."

Claire followed with a smile, and she walked up the steps to hug him, "Thank you these days, Mr. Bart."

He opened his eyes slightly, and patted her on the back unnaturally, "You're welcome, you should bring some more clothes, my wife has a lot of clothes."

Elijah and she only took away an iron piggy bank in the end.

Bart leaned against the door and watched the backs of the two walking away. He lit a cigarette steadily with his fingers. He held the necklace hanging on his chest and sighed long, relieved.

"Wait for me, I'll see you soon."

The gentle murmur of the middle-aged man dissipated in the air along with the smoke.

The women of the entire planet of Walkley gathered together.

On this resource-poor planet, no woman is qualified to have children. There are only adult women who cannot bear children, and some elderly people who are too old to use wheelchairs.

The escape machine was parked in the shoal, the model was as old as Bart's aircraft, and the sky suddenly began to rain in the evening.

Claire hugged the iron box and walked up to the splint against Elijah. The rain washed away the thin layer of ash on it, and the light brown water was drained from the gap.

"Looks like it hasn't been activated for a long time."

She walked into the cabin, there were two rows of seats on the left and right, and everyone's luggage was piled up in the middle.

It wasn't too early for the two of them to arrive, and the inside was already full of people, including the refugees who fled here before, whether they were men or women, all of them were there.

Well-meaning women squeezed out two empty seats for them to sit.

Elijah held Claire's hand and found that her body temperature was cold. He frowned, grabbed her shoulders with his arms, and pulled her into his arms to cover her.

"It's cold?"

"No." Claire shook her head. She wasn't cold, but she knew in her heart that this was a flight of death.

Everyone on the escape machine will die, except Elijah.

His spiritual world is coming to an end, and she wants to bet that he will remember everything at this time.

"Come up quickly! You can still squeeze!"

The heavy rain was torrential, and several old women with limited mobility arrived late. A total of five escape planes were filled, the cabin was overloaded, nearly half of the luggage had been lost, and the number of people was still increasing.

Seeing such a situation, they stood on the deck and hesitated.

"Come in!" Someone urged.

Together, several old women wiped the rainwater off their faces and said loudly, "Forget it."

"You guys go, the model of this plane is already old, it can't carry too many people."

Seeing that they only hesitated at the door for a while, Claire got off the splint.

She was very sad and couldn't tell the sadness. What was shown before her eyes was what happened before. These women were willing to sacrifice themselves to stay. When the battle for resources broke out, what would greet them.

She couldn't think about it because she had seen it all.

The last ray of light fell in the rain and fog and sank into the depths of the ocean. The splint slowly rose and closed, and countless mournful sobs came from every corner.

The escape machine was about to take off, and a woman sitting on a pile of luggage was in danger of rolling down at any time. Claire called her over to sit down, and shrank herself into Elijah's lap.

His body is tall enough to hold her curled up in his arms, and his arms are strong enough to prevent her from being thrown out when attacked.

The old engine rumbled, and after a few seconds the thrusters were activated, and the escape machine climbed up.

The shaking of the cabin was the most violent during the period of breaking through the air layer. Right in front of Claire was a row of small windows, and the trembling glass on it felt that there was a risk of breaking at any time.

Her heart was beating fast, and her fingers gripped Elijah's big hand tightly.

His ears could hear her beating heart, and his eyes could capture the fear and determination on her face. He couldn't keep her in this state of stress.

"Claire." The man lowered his head and gently rubbed his cheek against the top of her hair, "Don't worry, you won't die here."

Claire's body froze, and she suddenly looked up at him, "You knew something would happen?"

Her voice was loud but did not attract the attention of the people around her, like an invisible glass isolating their conversation.

Staring into his dark, gloomy eyes, Claire almost bounced on him, she grabbed his collar and repeated loudly, "You know! When did you know!? You knew and you kept it from me! "

Elijah hugged her waist to prevent her from falling from her legs, "Zergs don't have a complex taste system, unless I voluntarily evolve it."

He has been sleeping for thousands of years and can taste the taste of human food just after being dug out of the soil. This is a problem in itself. As a Zerg, he will not evolve such a useless function for no reason. It requires a lot of experience. and time.

Claire understood immediately, "So when you tasted the first bite of the rice I cooked, you knew everything was fake."

Unexpectedly, he actually noticed something was wrong from the meal, and she said again: "But the first time I gave you food, you refused."

(End of this chapter)