Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 23 Arena

Cassius' face was a little cold, and he stared at the two pills gloomyly. These were his normal meals, but now he had no desire to take them at all.

Martina had already noticed that his mood was not right, probably because Claire didn't cook, she couldn't help but whispered, "I think Claire should have been hurt by Miss Doris, don't mind her current small temper."

Last night, Clare told her what happened in the education, and now she sympathizes with this poor little girl very much.

Cassius suddenly recalled what he said to her yesterday afternoon, he squeezed his fingers, pulled away the chair and stood up.

Claire walked out of the laundry room, glanced at the glass room outside the window, thought for a moment, then turned a corner, and walked out through the back door.

The glass house is a natural plant sun room. The light penetrates through the glass roof on the top and shines on a weedy mound.

Because there is no gardener for long-term maintenance, the flowers in these soils are all dead, and the tenacious weeds left are dense and extraordinary.

Claire touched a little black soil from the flowerpot, put it under her nose and smelled it, and a heavy metal smell made her quickly throw away the soil in disgust.

She was disappointed to find that the soil was really not suitable for growing food seeds, what a pity for such a large glass greenhouse.

"Claire." A slightly cold voice sounded from behind.

Claire turned around, and a tall and straight man in a gray shirt was standing on the steps of the greenhouse door, staring at her intently.

Who knows how long he has been here quietly.

"Commander." Claire clapped her hands to remove the black dirt left on her fingertips, "What are you doing here?"

"What's your temper?" He asked coldly.

Claire blinked, "I didn't."

Cassius said in a bad tone, "I don't like people lying in front of me."

He walked through those flowerpots, approaching her imposingly stepping on the crisp leaves.

Claire felt that this person was dull in some aspects, what else could be the reason for a girl to lose her temper?
Seeing him approaching, she raised the corner of her lips slightly, showing a sarcastic smile, "Well, your fiancée told me that the child I will have with you will have to be called mother, and I will be thrown out of the house by you." , was exchanged to leave here, are you satisfied, Commander Cassius? This is why I lost my temper."

Cassius stopped suddenly, his eyes gloomy.

"I know that these things are legal under the female treaty and federal laws." Claire sighed, and said: "But please allow me to be angry or sad? It's really uncomfortable to be treated as a reproductive machine."

Everyone said that this was her mission, no one would follow her opinion, this broken world.

"Claire." Cassius put his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers, with deep eyes, "I pay attention to promises when I speak, and you will not leave here. I am your master, and no one can change this."

He didn't answer Doris's matter, and Claire didn't care too much. In fact, she only needed Cassius to ensure that even if there was a mistress here, she would not be thrown out. That was enough.

"I know Commander Cassius, I hope you keep your word." Claire smiled and said with a relaxed face: "You are going to the arena today. It's already afternoon and you still don't want to leave?"

Cassius glanced at her clothes and frowned, "So what are you still standing here for?"

Claire was surprised, "You want me to go with you?"

Cassius responded lightly.

Claire looked happy, "I'll put on a cloak and come down!"

This was beyond her expectations, he would take her to the arena.

When he got into his military vehicle, Claire still maintained his excitement, "What's there for? Are you playing games? Real-person duels?"

Cassius glanced at her and nodded.

He didn't have to bring her here at all, but he did.

Unbelievable.

The arena is surrounded by white beams of light on all sides. Each beam of light that shoots up from the ground has a width of nearly two meters. The oblong structure occupies a huge area.

When they arrived, there were already many aircrafts and cool cars parked outside, and the people who got out of the cars were all brightly dressed.

Claire noticed that one of the men getting out of the car was holding an iron chain, and at the end of the iron chain was tied a beautiful red-haired girl, her head was bowed, her steps were staggering, and her eyes were empty.

pet.

The word popped into her mind suddenly.

Orcs enslave humans and keep them as pets.

Claire subconsciously looked at Cassius, he must have seen such a scene of insulting his fellow clan, but his expression did not change.

"Get out of the car." Cassius turned his head to meet her eyes.

Claire hid her face in the hood and followed behind him.

As soon as Cassius in casual clothes appeared, he got most of the eyes, and respectful greetings kept ringing around.

"Cassius!" A high-pitched and joyful female voice sounded not far away.

Claire poked her head out from behind. Doris, who was originally full of joy, immediately turned cold after seeing her, and said in a bad tone, "You brought her too."

Cassius replied indifferently, "My female, why not."

Doris's breasts rose and fell a bit, she pulled the corners of her lips, trying to maintain the gentleness on the surface, "Go in, it's about to start."

Claire looked at Cassius in front of her twice, why did she feel that the interaction between this fiancée and him was a bit strange.

The internal structure of the arena is a bit like the Colosseum, and Claire is not sure if it also draws on some Terran history.

In the entire huge open-air venue, the competition area is in the middle. There are about 70 rows of seats in the auditorium, which rise up row by row and are divided into several blocks.

"Are we here to watch the game?" Claire asked Cassius in a low voice. She felt that there were too many eyes on them, and she approached him a little uneasy.

Cassius led her to the most luxurious auditorium in the entire arena, and said softly, "We are here to compete."

Claire sat down next to him on a soft fabric sofa, "Are you going to join? Fighting with others?"

"It's just a game, little female." A gentle voice suddenly sounded beside her.

Claire subconsciously looked at the empty sofa beside her.

A handsome man with shoulder-length white hair and green eyes sat next to her, squinting and smiling at her like a sly fox.

She remembers him, Martina seems to have called him by name
"Counselor Cyril?" Claire greeted in a low voice.

Surprise burst into Cyril's eyes, "You remember me."

Cassius squinted at him, his tone became cold, "Don't talk to him."

Claire silenced, and looked up at him puzzled.

Why can't you talk?
Cassius, who saw her question, replied indifferently, "Poisonous."

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