The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 319

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As soon as Eddie heard that, he understood right away. He nodded LIKE IL

As soon

and tried to talk them down. “Look, you guys probably said things you shouldn’t have. Listen

really did say that stuff, just admit it. The farm’s proof isn’t fake. Go over there, sign up, say sorry, and then do the work they give you. Clear fields, do labor, whatever… Yeah, it’s tiring and kind of humiliating, but at least there’s still a way to fix it. Don’t start trouble here. See those guys standing over there?”

He quietly pointed toward Desmond. “If this turns into a fight, you’re the ones who’ll lose. And if this gets marked as ‘attacking the farm,‘ then working it off won’t help anymore. You’ll be banned forever. My grandpa told me that himself. The people backing this farm aren’t someone you can mess with!”

Julian was already furious. There was no way he would listen to something that sounded like praising the other side and putting his own side down.

On top of that, Eddie’s family only had money. To someone like Julian, who came from a military family that meant almost nothing. He waved him away in annoyance. “Get out of here! Stop running your mouth at me! Since when do you get to stick your nose into Fifth Military matters?”

Eddie’s face turned dark after being snapped at, and he stayed quiet with an awkward look.

But he was also pissed, grumbling, “Fine. You guys think you’re so tough. Big–time military kids, right? Don’t listen then. Do whatever you want. Just wait. You’ll be crying soon.”

He didn’t dare challenge Julian and the others directly. Carrying his tools, he rushed toward where his spaceship was parked, planning to grab another machine and hurry back to work.

The faster he finished, the sooner he’d be free.

While Julian’s group and Desmond’s side kept staring each other down, neither willing to step back, the situation grew tense and stuck. Just then, a soft humming sound from a hover engine came closer from far

away.

Everyone turned when they heard it. A hover bike, plain but useful in style and painted with the farm’s logo, floated smoothly out from a shaded path deeper inside the farm and stopped near the entrance.

A young woman wearing clean work clothes, her hair tied in a ponytail, hopped off. It was Elizabeth.

She had come out as part of her usual rounds to check the outer sales area and the entrance.

The moment she stepped down, she noticed the tense feeling in the air. Her eyes moved across Fiona and Desmond, then shifted to the unfamiliar young men standing across from them, all looking angry

“Fiona, what’s happening here?” Elizabeth walked closer and asked in an easy tone, still wearing a polite business smile.

After all, many possible customers were watching nearby.

Fiona quickly gave a short explanation. “Boss, these guests had their booking requests denied. The system found records of harmful comments on Starnet, so they were added to the blacklist. They don’t agree with the decision, and we’re discussing it now.”

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“Got it.” Elizabeth’s smile stayed in place as she turned toward Bruno and Julian’s group. “I’m the owner of this farm, Elizabeth. Do you have questions about our booking rules, or is there something you need help with?”

The way she spoke made it seem like she wasn’t dealing with banned troublemakers at all, but just normal visitors who had gotten confused.

Julian and the others were surprised by her sudden politeness and her young, eye–catching appearance Even the anger and complaints they had ready got stuck for a moment.

She didn’t match the picture they had imagined of a harsh, power–hungry, cruel farm owner.

Julian snapped back to himself first. His anger came rushing back, and he pointed at Fiona. “You’re the boss? Good. Then explain this. Your workers and your stupid system… What gives you the right to blacklist us just because we said a few things online before? And now you won’t even let us enter? What kind of business acts like that?!”

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