The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507 The Enemies

Chapter 507 The Enemies

Melton nodded. Seafarm Group is the strongest suspect by Lar. They have the mou

they love the motive, and their methods have never been anything close to clean. We’ve got records of the moves they’ve pulled before.”

Another escort member, Warren, dropped his voice to something low and careful prain Melton there’s one more thing worth mentioning. I have a friend currently serving in the Fifth Military. He’s passed along rumors in private, the kind that don’t get written down anywhere, suggesting that certan people in the Fifth’s upper ranks have a history of quietly contracting pirate crews to handle targets the rather not touch directly. Efficient, brutal, and surgically untraceable”

Desmond’s expression darkened into something hard and cold. “The Fifth Military?”

He remembered the incident when the farin had first opened to outside visitors, the ugly confrontation over the blacklist, and the very pointed, very specific things the Fifth Military’s representatives had said about making Tycoon Farm regret the trouble it had caused them..

Looked at through that lens, the timing fit well.

It fit uncomfortably well…

Melton drew it all together. “Current read: Seafarm Group and the Fifth Military are the top candidates. The Schofields and any scorned admirers certainly carry enough hatred, but hiring Red Scorpion at that level takes both deep resources and genuine nerve. Seafarm Group and the Fifth Military are the only players with both the money and the access to make that call.”

Elizabeth listened to all of it without moving a muscle, her expression carrying the particular serenity of someone hearing a story about strangers in a faraway place.

She gave a small, idle kick to a pebble at her foot.

“Seafarm Group, the Fifth Military, the Schofields and their whole circus, or some unhinged admirer with more money than sense. Doesn’t matter which one.”

Her voice was quiet and entirely flat, with the cold certainty of someone reading from a document they’ve already decided on. “Whatever corner they’re crawling from, their goal is the same. They want me gone, and they want the farm gone with me.”

Every core member of the crew felt the implications of that land like a stone dropped into a still well.

“Ma’am!” Desmond’s voice came out sharper than he’d intended. “If they came after you out here, what’s to stop them from hitting the farm at the same time?”

The color drained from more than one face in that clearing.

It was the obvious move, wasn’t it? If whoever orchestrated this had the reach and the funds to dispatch Red Scorpion after Elizabeth personally, then sending a simultaneous strike against the farm itself was precisely the kind of ruthless, two-pronged strategy that would make the whole operation worth its price.

Draw her away, then gut everything she’d built in her absence.

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Chapter 507 The Enemies

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The farm had Tiffany holding the line, and its security wasn’t weak, but against backed by something the size of Seafarm Group or the Filth Military, with El center of gravity of the whole operation, nowhere near the grounds.

“Ma’am, we have to move now! Tyson’s voice came out strained and urgent in

vely.

“Full speed back, immediately.” Desimond said without hesitation. “Everything here can wait

Melton had already raised Fiona on comms before anyone else finished speaking, and only once bed confirmed that both the farm and the Mercury Plaza location appeared normal did his shoulders drop! even slightly.

He passed along a brief, measured warning about the threat to both Elizabeth and the farm, told her to tighten security across the board, and closed the channel.

Elizabeth took in all of their taut, anxious faces and answered them with a quiet, unhurried smile, one that carried an ease of power and certainty that had nothing performative in it whatsoever.

“Relax,” she said, waving a hand. “The farm isn’t going to be so easily overrun.”

The whole group stared at her.

Elizabeth’s gaze drifted upward toward the far, open expanse of sky, as though she could look clean through the stars and see the plot of land on A001 that waited there, wrapped in something invisible and vigilant and utterly impassable.

She’d spent a staggering quantity of high-grade energy stones sourced from a dozen different channels to lay down the defensive circle that currently surrounded the farm, and it was not decorative.

The circle didn’t merely deflect physical assaults. It raised an energy barrier and a mental interference field of considerable depth and reach, the kind that ensured ordinary attackers never even found the door, let alone got through it.

Even a serious threat would bleed itself nearly dry trying to crack it, and bleed long enough for her to get

home.

“You’ve all forgotten what tends to happen to people who decide to barge uninvited onto my property,” she said, in the mild tone of someone recalling a mildly interesting anecdote.

She offered no elaboration.

She didn’t need to. Every core member of her crew had witnessed the farm’s invisible, indescribable security apparatus in action at least once, and though none of them had ever fully grasped what it actually was, the memory of its results was more than sufficient to ease the sharpest edges of their worry.

“That said,” Elizabeth continued, and something changed in her tone, a brisk, decisive turn, “we’re still heading back as soon as we can move. I want to see what other miserable tricks they’ve had running alongside this little ambush.”

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