Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 46 Alice in Production
Of course, the communicator was Jones's.

Cyril and Cassius lived not far away, separated by a U-shaped street, but only 10 minutes away.

His home, like those technological homes with a sense of technology, is covered with white metallic paint, and the smooth walls glint like car film when the sun hits it.

Claire got out of the car, and a mechanical servant waiting outside came over, "Hi Claire, the master is waiting for you inside."

She nodded, and led Jones in with a glass of water.

The pure white house, even all the furniture inside is white, and the spherical suspended lamp emits warm light above the head. This is completely two extremes from the 'antique' building in Cassius.

The robot led Claire to the office. She passed a large display case in the corridor. The items inside caught her attention, and she stopped.

The showcase is about two meters high, and a life-size character model is placed inside.

It doesn't look like a human, but it looks like a human. There are a pair of slender and curved black tentacles on the top of the head, a pair of double pupils squeezed in the eyes, and a pair of giant insect wings spread out behind the back. It looks very weird.

"Is this also an orc?" Claire had never seen such a terrifying orc.

The robot in front stopped, just as the office door opened, Cyril walked out unhurriedly, and said softly, "Zerg model."

Claire looked around and saw a handsome man in a beige suit with white hair walking towards her.

Jones, who had been following behind, saw Cyril approaching, and took a few steps forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with Claire.

"Zerg?" It's not that Claire has never watched Star Troopers, and she has a vague understanding of these alien species, but this is the first time she has heard this word in this world.

"They are the race that our ancestors forced back. Speaking of which, it was the only passive cooperation between the human race and the orc race." Cyril stood beside her, and his voice was inexplicably sarcastic: "Haven't you read history?"

Claire nodded honestly: "I was illiterate since childhood."

Cyril raised his eyebrows, "Come on, go to my office."

Claire nodded, and heard him ask again, "Did you come out and talk to Cassius?"

"No, he went out in a hurry this morning, so he didn't have time." Of course, she would not be stupid enough to tell him what to do.

Cyril glanced at Jones beside her, and said with great interest: "He even matched you with his own man, it seems that he cares about you."

As soon as Claire followed up with the office, she put the milk tea cup given to him on the table, "It's agreed to send it for a week, and you take me to the earth."

"Why do you want to go there so keenly?" Cyril sat in the chair, his eyes a little curious.

Claire lied without changing her face, "I want to experience the local customs."

Cyril glanced at her with a strange face, "Did you know that the current proportion of water on the earth is as high as 95%? Do you want to go to the sea?"

Claire didn't expect that the earth's land would be almost swallowed up in 5000 years. She concealed her surprise and said in a low voice, "If you don't agree, return the milk tea to me."

As she spoke, she was about to reach out to bring back the milk tea on the table, but Cyril quickly grabbed the cup over, "Yes, it's just a colony, I can do it."

He opened the cap of the straw on the top and took a sip, not noticing the pearls sucked up from the bottom, almost choking his throat.

Seeing his delicate face distorted, Claire reminded: "I added pearls in it, to be chewed."

Cyril found the right way to eat and tried again. The small balls were slightly sweet and chewy, and the sweet taste mixed with milk tea made him show a satisfied expression similar to Martina's.

"That's good." After he swallowed the pearl, his tone was also very gentle: "My words to you will always be effective. When Cassius is tired of you, you come to me as a chef. I will guarantee your safety and treatment."

Claire walked to a sofa by herself and sat down while he finished drinking. She shook her head at his invitation, and pretended to ask casually: "Has Commander Cassius really never...had a woman? One-night stands good."

Cyril narrowed his eyes to look at her, he raised his legs gracefully, and shook the milk tea cup in his hand, "As far as I know, no, but I have to remind you, it's okay to have sex, but don't fall in love with him, then The guy has no heart for his own kind."

Claire nodded.

She no longer bothered Xi Ruier to taste the milk tea, and set her eyes on the bookshelf in the office. It was not a book, but a variety of mini Zerg models, colorful and very eye-catching.

Another mysterious race appeared in her world cognition.

Seeing her staring at the models, Cyril said casually, "If the Zergs hadn't invaded, we orcs wouldn't have been created."

Claire looked at him, but before he could ask anything, Jones' communicator suddenly rang, and it was Martina calling.

"Claire, people from the correctional center are looking for you. Alice is going to give birth today, and all the females are going to help her get pregnant."

"I'm not a midwife." Claire frowned.

"It's a rule," Martina said. "The penitentiary car has tracked your collar. They'll be here soon."

The communication hung up, and Claire had to stand up and walk towards the door, "I'll collect the cups tomorrow."

"Put more of that pearl next time." Cyril raised a smile and licked the corner of his lower lip.

Seeing his forked tongue, Claire got goosebumps on her arms, nodded wildly and led Jones out.

She will have to wash the cups with double the cleaning solution and wear gloves in the future, what if the straw gets venom on it?
But after standing at the door for 2 minutes, a black car stopped in front of her. Jones consciously sat in the co-pilot, and when Claire got into the back seat, she found that Judith was sitting next to her.

She immediately got close to her, seeing that the redness and swelling of Judith's punched eyeball subsided, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Last time I left, what happened to those girls?"

Judith knew who she was talking about, and replied: "Your commander's order was timely. A small army came behind and took everyone away for interrogation. I think no one will die except the traitor."

"That's good."

When Claire got out of the car, Jones stood silently at the gate as a guard, while she merged with a group of females, looking at the house belonging to Commander Langdon in front of her.

She had criticized the commander in her home port before, hoping that he would not have time to talk to her because his child was about to be born.

"What are we doing here?" She asked Judith in a low voice, she should have experienced many similar scenes.

"Help Alice, watch her give birth and learn from it."

(End of this chapter)