Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 16 Make Another Cup

"Good night, Claire, I apologize again."

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study.

"The truce agreement with the human race is about to expire, do you have any news from the emperor?" Cyril leaned loosely on the black leather sofa, looking at the calm man seated behind the desk.

"There is no meeting progress." Cassius unfolded the entire desktop screen and called up a virtual galaxy map. The blue planet named Walkley was magnified separately, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

"After that war, many humans migrated to snatch mineral resources." Cyril straightened up, sniffed the air with his nose, stood up and walked to the desk, "According to the observation of the tracking ship, the current situation on your home planet is Nearly 300 million humans have lived there so far.”

"Great numbers," Cassius quipped.

"Do you think they will renew the contract this time? This is the only chance for my father to travel far away." Cyril rested his hands on the table, his face passed through the full screen, and his green eyes radiated strange colors under the blue light.

"If there is no truce agreement, the war will become simpler." Cassius moved his finger and switched to the planet Syravel, he raised his chin and looked at Cyril, "I have many ways to kill your father and that planet Humans on Earth, a simple game of murder, nuclear weapons, resource scrambles, coercive aggression."

"So it is inevitable to renew the contract due to the reproductive crisis." Cyril continued, he picked up the mug on the table tray, and said: "I am here this time just to remind you that I was in the diplomatic service last night. The wiretapping in the office picked up the conversation between Bude's stupid black bear and my father."

Cassius raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

"You didn't receive the proceedings of the meeting, but I learned that Bude participated in a private meeting. Regarding the deployment plan, they plan to kick you out and replace them with him. The emperor has not yet made a decision."

Cyril took a sip of the liquid in the mug, the rich milk flavor mixed with the aroma of tea leaves, and the silky taste made his serious tone suddenly amazed, "Your little female made it? This is What is the taste?!"

Cassius looked down at the cup emitting a faint heat, "Afraid I'm biased towards the human race?"

"After all, this is the first friendly face-to-face interaction between the two sides after many years. Apart from the diplomats, there are also ten nobles who went there. You are a human race, and it is normal for them to be afraid of accidents." Cyril held the edge of the mug, very He almost drank the milk tea inside, and his eyes became more and more amazed, "It's really delicious, Cassius, don't you want it? Don't drink it for me."

Cyril put down his cup, and was about to reach for another cup on the tray. When his fingers were about to touch the teacup, an invisible force directly restrained his movements.

Cyril watched a white hand take a mug full of milk tea, Cassius raised his eyes, "Don't push yourself."

When the strength dissipated, Cyril silently moved his hand away, picked up a slice of orange and threw it into his mouth, "Using your mental power again is too much."

Throwing the orange peels into the tray, he added: "So? What are you going to do? You must not lose this opportunity, and neither do I."

"It's very simple." Cassius' eyes were filled with malice, "Keep Bud from going."

"Are you going to kill him?" Cyril was surprised.

Cassius glanced at him, picked up the mug and took a sip of milk tea, his expression gradually changed.

He looked down at the cup and remained silent.

Cyril knew that he had a solution, and seeing that he didn't talk to him, he changed the subject to end, "It seems that your little female is trying her best to please you."

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It was rare for Claire to sleep peacefully. The soft plant fiber bed wrapped her whole body, and the comfortable air-conditioning temperature made her not want to get out of the thin blanket in the morning.

The alarm clock rang at six o'clock in the morning, but she didn't move and dawdled for half an hour before getting up.

According to the habit, she needs to tidy up Cassius' bedroom after he goes out, and now she only needs to go down at breakfast time.

But probably not very busy today, when Claire went downstairs, she saw a muscular figure in a slim black short-sleeve running in the gym on the second floor.

She stopped, with admiration in her eyes, the commander's figure is so good that there is nothing to say.

Cassius caught her gaze through the reflection of the glass, and he slowed down and stopped to get off the treadmill.

Claire saw him push the door out, sweat slipped down his temples and into his neck, and his chest under the collarbone heaved rapidly, she quickly retracted her eyes, coughed lightly and said, "Morning, I'll make you breakfast."

When she was going down the stairs holding on to the wooden railing, Cassius suddenly stopped her, "What's the name of the thing you made yesterday?"

Clareton stopped and immediately turned around, "Milk tea."

"Make another cup." Cassius finished calmly, walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

Claire stared at the closed door, the corners of her lips raised.

When Cassius came down from the bedroom, she also brought milk tea and meal replacements to the dining table.

"I'm going to a regular supermarket today." She stood beside him and said, "Can I buy something that's not specified? That's what I need. Martina is with me."

"Whatever you want." The man drank the milk tea quickly, and even though his mood changed slightly, Claire could feel that he was in a good mood today.

"Well, are you home at noon? I can come back before noon so I can make lunch for you."

Cassius was silent for a while, "Yes."

Claire smiled, "I'll clean up your bedroom."

Martina winked at her furtively, which Claire guessed meant she was doing well.

She stepped up the stairs, and within a few steps, a sense of dizziness struck without warning. She swayed twice, grabbed the railing and squatted down in time.

Surrounded by dense black spots in front of her eyes, Claire supported the steps with one hand, not knowing what happened to her suddenly, she just called out in pain, "Martina."

Martina, who entered the kitchen, didn't hear her call. The discomfort caused Claire to squint her eyes. This situation was a bit like a recurrence of cancer. Her body began to fall back uncontrollably, and her hand holding the railing also loosened. opened.

With a dull sound, she rolled down the steps and fell on the cold wooden floor.

In a haze, she saw a black figure running towards her, and then her body flew into the air, and was embraced by a cold arm with no temperature, accompanied by a vague and cold cry.

"Claire."

Claire.
Dear Claire, my boy.
The sunlight was shining on the floral wall in the bedroom, and when Claire was conscious, she was standing here.

This is her own room.

Claire walked over slowly, and saw the white-haired mother sitting on her little bed, with a newly knitted sweater and a family photo on her lap.

"Where have you been?"

A faint sob echoed in the room.

Claire walked to the bed and squatted down in front of her mother. Tears were all over her old face, and the tears dripped down, and dark flowers bloomed on the sweater.

(End of this chapter)