The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413 It Hasn’t Been Approved

Chapter 413 It Hasn’t Been Approved

Zion grinned. “Your wife is always thoughtful. Come on, take a break. Eat first before we keep going.”

The group sat in a circle, eating flatbread with hot water

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“Mmm, this is good!” Wade said through a mouthful. “Qwen, you’ve got a kid in your seedling team named Peter, right? Did he sign up for an escort?”

Owen nodded.

“That kid’s got something,” Wade said. “He’s got a certain drive.”

Lucian also nodded. “He was once a drifter and made it to team lead on the farm That’s not easy. But his foundation’s weak. He’ll

farmir! need to be trained from scratch.”

Owen didn’t say anything. He just chewed his bread slowly.

Zion glanced at him. “What? Got something on your mind?”

Owen swallowed the last bite, brushed the crumbs off his hands, and stood up.

“I’ll train him.”

He walked to the doorway, back facing the others, his voice flat. “I find him pleasing to the eye.”

Zion and Wade exchanged a look, and both smiled.

“Alright. You’ll train him,” Zion called after him. “Train him into someone solid, and this farm will finally have someone to carry things forward.”

Owen didn’t turn around. He just waved a hand and stepped out into the sunlight.

Elizabeth had been in a pretty good mood that day.

In the morning, she’d stopped by the training grounds and watched the young applicants for escort positions run laps under Zion’s barking orders. They were all grimacing in pain, but not a single one dared to stop.

Peter was in the lead, face flushed red, legs trembling, but he gritted his teeth and didn’t fall a single step behind.

Elizabeth couldn’t help but smile. That kid really had a certain drive.

In the afternoon, she went to the spaceport to check on the spaceship modifications.

Desmond and his team were efficient. Out of the five mid–sized ships, two had already completed cold–chain system upgrades. The silver–white refrigerated compartments gleamed under the sunlight, looking impressively professional.

Everything was progressing steadily.

Then, her device rang.

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Chapter 413 It Hasn’t Been Approved

Elizabeth glanced down at the caller ID–Kingdom Interstellar Route Authority.

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Her spirits lifted. She thought that was fast. It hadn’t even been that long since she submitted the application, and they were already calling about the inspection.

She cleared her throat, straightened her expression, and answered, ready to speak in her most formal, composed tone.

“Hello, Ms. Elizabeth. This is the approval department of the Kingdom Interstellar Route Authority. Regarding your application for a private route from Planet A001 to the capital planet, it has been reviewed. We’re hereby informing you that your application hasn’t been approved.”

Elizabeth’s smile froze. “What?”

“Your route application hasn’t been approved.” The voice on the other end was flat, almost robotic

Her tone dropped colder. “Why? I’d like a reasonable explanation!”

The other side sounded strictly official, like reading off a document, “The reason is that Planet A001 lacks sufficient resources, doesn’t possess viable transit value, and doesn’t meet the kingdom’s route approval standards. A formal written notice will be sent to your device shortly. Thank you for your application. Goodbye.”

The call disconnected.

Elizabeth stood on the sunlit tarmac of the spaceport with her device, squinting under the harsh light. She didn’t move for a long

moment.

Desmond leaned out from the wing of a ship. “Boss? What’s wrong?”

She didn’t respond.

She just stared at her device screen, waiting for the “written notice” to arrive.

Three seconds later, it did.

She opened it and read line by line. When she reached the words “lacks transit value,” she took a deep breath.

Then she read it again.

And then, she smiled.

It wasn’t a happy smile–it was the kind that came out when someone was so angry.

“Desmond.” She looked up with a chilling smile.

A chill crept up his spine. “B–Boss?”

“Let me ask you something.” Elizabeth smiled. “Do the fruits and vegetables from our farm taste good?”

Desmond blinked. “Y–Yeah. Of course.”

“Does the military fight over the potatoes from our farm?”

“They do! Last time, Commander Hewitt even sent people to rush the shipment.”

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