The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 506

Chapter 506 It Went Cold

Chapter 506 It Went Cold

Tyson hauled himself off the ground with a visible effort, his footing unsteady, and mad

Elizabeth’s side. Ma’am. His voice came out rough and stripped bare.

Elizabeth turned, and the glacial, killing stillness that had lived in her face a moment ago amply dissolver. replaced by that familiar, easy lightness she carried like a second skin, as though the entire bloody affin had nothing whatsoever to do with her.

She set a hand on Tyson’s shoulder, and something warm and quietly inexorable moved through it. flowing into him and steadying the chaos of his injuries and the deep internal tremors the fight had let behind.

“You doing okay?” she asked, her tone as breezy as if she’d just asked about the weather.

“I… y-yeah. I’m good now.” Tyson felt the warmth move through him, felt the turbulence inside him settle and calm, and the certainty that his boss was something truly bottomless settled in his chest alongside it. deeper than ever.

Elizabeth swept her gaze over the rest of the group, her eyes pausing briefly on each person who was hurt. “Melton, that cut across your back is deep. Medical bay the moment we’re back. Same for everyone else who’s injured, you all go in for proper treatment once we’re aboard.” She looked from face to face, methodical and unhurried. “Any mech that took damage, file a report with Tiffany when we’re home. The farm covers it.”

She moved down the line, her voice level and practical, and somehow that practicality landed with more warmth than any declaration could have.

She noticed every injury. Every single one. And after the kind of fight they’d just survived, that was everything.

“Ma’am, we…” Desmond finally located his voice again, and when it came out, it carried a deference he’d never quite offered anyone before, something almost careful in it, almost reverential.

He’d known Elizabeth wasn’t ordinary. He’d suspected it, sensed it in a dozen small ways over time.

But this had shattered the ceiling of what he’d thought possible.

There was a legend on Starnet, the kind that circulated in the circles of people who’d seen enough of the world to believe in things they couldn’t fully explain, that said a mental power user who reached a certain threshold could drive a leaf through a human skull. Through the hardest bone in the body, clean as a blade.

Elizabeth had done it with a pebble. Through reinforced combat plating and a military-grade helmet.

And her registered mental power level was C.

The chasm between those two facts was so vast that Desmond, who’d spent his entire adult life in the worst places in the known world, felt it shake something loose inside him.

“Glad everyone’s okay.” Elizabeth waved it off with an easy hand, in the tone of someone who’d just dealt

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Chapter 506 It Went Colt

with a mildly inconvenient errand.

Her gaze dropped to the six pirates still collapsed in dirt, trembling in loose, mperabile expression held nothing so generous as satisfaction. It was simply blank, the serene in

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water.

“Desmond. Tyson, split them up and find out who commissioned this. Who put the money up, ant wants me dead? Move quickly.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Both men moved at once, pulling what able-bodied escorts remained and dragging the prisoners off behind separate trees with swift, practiced efficiency.

They didn’t need anything as crude as torture. Desmond’s blood-soaked, battle-worn presence was eno on its own, and Tyson’s cold, measured silence did the rest. Pirates who’d just watched their commande lose his head in a blink were not in any condition to hold firm.

The results came back to Elizabeth quickly.

Desmond’s expression was tight and troubled. “Ma’am, we questioned them separately and cross-checked the answers. None of them knows the specifics. What they do know is that a few days ago, their leader. Bloodsting, received an encrypted communication. He rallied the crew immediately, told them it was a major contract, target identified as you, bounty set at one hundred million stellar coins. Who actually commissioned it, only Bloodsting knew, and he never told anyone, not even his most trusted second.”

Tyson added, his tone carrying a flat, grim edge, “Bloodsting had a top-grade self-destruct protocol on his personal holopad. The moment he was killed, the core burned itself out. Communication records, the client’s identity, all of it is ash.”

The trail was dead.

Melton’s brow drew together into deep, hard lines. “A hundred million stellar coins is enough to move a crew like Red Scorpion. The target was specifically you, Ma’am, not the farm in general, not anyone else. Whoever is behind this has real reach, and they have a very specific, very deep problem with you personally, or with Tycoon Farm.”

The weight of that landed across the group like a heavy door closing.

Clara, Olivia, and Sharpie, all of them still new enough to this world that Elizabeth’s history was largely a mystery to them, had nothing to offer and knew it. They stayed quiet and listened.

Desmond thought it through in silence for a moment, then began laying it out. “Ma’am, the list of people or organizations with a grudge against you or the farm is… not a short one.”

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