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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, whateverYeah, 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. Bigtime 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, eyecatching 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, powerhungry, 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 systemWhat 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?!

Elizabeth’s warm smile slowly faded as she listened. In the end, her face turned calm and distant, studying him closely.

She tilted her head slightly, as if she had just heard something silly. So, you’re upset about being put on the blacklist?

Obviously!Julian shot back, lifting his chin.

Elizabeth let out a short, mocking laugh, crossed her arms, and her voice turned cold and sharp. This is my farm and my land. Since when do I need your approval to decide who I serve and who I don’t? When you were trashtalking me on Starnet, did you think hiding behind a screen meant you didn’t have to take responsibility? And now you want to step onto my property, buy my goods, take the benefits, and still expect me to smile and welcome you? Do I look like someone easy to bully?

Her blunt, nononsense words were so direct that they almost sounded rude. It hit Julian hard. He froze and opened his mouth, but he couldn’t think of anything to say back.

He was used to people giving him special treatment because of his background. He was used to saying whatever he wanted online without paying any price. But he never imagined that a woman he looked down on would talk back to him like that, right to his face, without holding back.

After struggling to speak for a long time, Julian’s face turned bright red. Finally, he forced out another sentence, trying to pressure her with his status. Yyou better not act so arrogant! We’re military dependents from the Fifth Military! Have you even thought about what could happen because of this?!

As if she had just heard the funniest joke ever, Elizabeth curled her lips into a clear look of mockery. Military dependents? So what? Does that make you special? If military dependents kill someone, do they not have to pay with their life? If military dependents insult people, is everyone else supposed to thank you and carry you around? Which kingdom law says that? Or is that some private rule your Fifth Military made for itself?

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