The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392 Unexpected issues

Chapter 392 Unexpected Issues

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He could almost see it already far out in the dark, unseen corners of the stars, a massive tide of Swarmborn had been carefully “guided.” Quietly, they were changing course, surging toward a planet that flickered with an unnatural green glow.

Compared to the cold, tense atmosphere full of schemes and violence in the Fifth Military, Trevor’s private office in the First M felt much more relaxed.

Trevor wasn’t sitting behind his wide desk. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back in front of a massive star map.

On it, the Kingdom’s territory, knowh Swarmborn zones, military defense lines, and resource planets all glowed as countless dots and lines. Together, they formed a grand and complex picture.

But his eyes stayed fixed on one place–Planet A001. His brow tightened.

From what he knew of Roman, the man never let things go. He was ruthless, prideful, and always paid back any grudge.

When Elizabeth publicly blacklisted the entire Fifth Military, it wasn’t just a blow to a few nobodies like Julian. It was a slap across Roman’s face–and the whole Fifth Military.

Normally, even if Roman feared the Hewitt family and the First Military, he would never stay quiet. He would at least apply pressure omewhere else or let his people stir up trouble behind the scenes.

But the intel Trevor had placed around the Fifth Military told a different story. They had been quiet.

No revenge. No pressure on the farm or its partners. Not even small moves.

Even those spoiled rich kids who loved causing trouble had been strictly held back by their families. They were banned from >osting anything provocative on StarNet or causing scenes in public. They weren’t even allowed to go near Planet A001.

This kind of silence didn’t reassure Trevor. It made him more alert.

Something was wrong.

Roman wasn’t the type to swallow his anger.

And when things looked calm on the surface, it usually meant something far more dangerous was brewing underneath

Either the Fifth Military was waiting for the right mornent to strike…

Or they were planning something even more secret- and more extreme.

Either way, it wasn’t good news for Elizabeth or her farm.

“Roman, what are you really up to?” Trevor muttered under his breath, his fingers lightly tapping the edge of the star map

He turned and walked back to his desk, opening a highly secured communication channel

I connected directly to his son–Cristian- who spent most of his time on dangerous missions and was rarely seen

After a short wait, the call connected.

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Chapter 392 Unexpected Issues

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Cristian appeared on the holographic screen. He seemed to be inside the command deck–or maybe a lounge–of a starship. The lighting was dim.

He wore a sharp silver–gray combat uniform, slightly worn from travel. The stars on his shoulders shone brightly.

His handsome face looked a little cold, with a hot of fatigue from long missions. But his sharp eyes–just like Trevor’s–were clear

and focused.

“Dad,” Cristian said. His voice came through the communicator with a slight distortion from long–distance transmission, but steady.

‘Cristian, how’s the mission going? When will you be done?” Trevor skipped small talk and went straight to the point.

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