The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 This Wasn’t Just Cooperation

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James’s smile completely froze, his eyes darting around. “W–what are you talking about? We’ve been friends for years. Why would I—”

“Friends?” Marcelino cut him off, all his built–up anger and frustration finally boiling over. “When Seafai Group was pressuring me, I didn’t see you help me even once. And now? You show up and start eyeing th last bit of garbage I have left? James, thanks but no thanks. My seeds might be garbage, but you don’t ne to worry about them anymore. Get out.”

James’s face turned red, then pale. Seeing his plan fail, he dropped the act and sneered. “Fine, Marcelino Have it your way! Go ahead and wait to get rich off your pile of trash! Let’s see how many more days you crappy farm can last!”

With that, he turned and stormed off.

After driving James away, Marcelino let out a long breath. The tight feeling in his chest eased a little.

He looked at Miles, who was waiting nervously, and patted his shoulder. “Miles, thank you. This nformation … it’s really important.”

He looked back at the post, especially the comments praising the Tycoon Boss and her crops. A bolder id started forming in his mind.

Maybe those waste seeds in his warehouse could really be turned into something valuable.

Miles, try contacting Interstellar Tycoon,” Marcelino decided. “Tell them Tranquil Oasis has a large suppl of different kinds of legally sourced but low–grade seeds. Ask if they’re interested in working together. We don’t want money, and we don’t want to trade for fruit.”

Huh? Then what do we trade for?” Miles asked, confused.

For the good seeds she grows,” Marcelino said, his eyes shining. “If she can grow potatoes and strawberrie that well, she probably doesn’t care about the starting quality of the seeds. If we give her a massive amoun of our bad seeds for a small amount of her high–quality ones, even just one or two types, it could save our Farm!”

He knew it sounded a bit greedy. Even trading a pile of bad seeds for one good seed would already be a win. But he wanted to try.

Miles quickly sent a private message to the Interstellar Tycoon through the Free Market explaining their situation and the partnership idea

The reply came faster than expected.

When Elizabeth heard about Marcelino’s farm, she didn’t hesitate

For her, the starting quality of seeds was never the issue. What she needed was variety and a stable supply‘

A farm with proper licenses that could legally obtain all kinds of seeds, even if they had been tampered with and downgraded, was basically a perfect partner!

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As for the exchange rate?

Interstellar Tycoon said, “We can cooperate You provide low–quality seeds. I provide optimized seeds grown by Tycoon Farm. The exchange rate is one for one. We can calculate different types separately”

Marcelino couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the reply.

One for one?

Low–quality seeds for optimized ones?

This wasn’t just cooperation, it was a miracle for his dying farm!

His hands shook with excitement as he messaged back immediately to thank her and agree. He also asker what kinds of seeds Elizabeth needed so he could prepare them as soon as possible.

Before Elizabeth could even send her list, he had already sent over a full inventory of all the seeds his far had.

He even promised that if she needed something not on the list, he could go apply to buy it

Even with Seafarm Group blacklisting him from buying high–quality seeds, getting his hands on mid- or ow–quality seeds was still easy for a legal farm owner like him.

Interstellar Tycoon replied, “Vegetables, fruits, grains, spices–anything! We can discuss details in person.”

Marcelino broke into a smile when he saw that.

They quickly worked out the details.

Elizabeth moved fast. She said she could come in person to check the seeds and complete the first Exchange.

Early the next morning, a small spaceship landed on the simple landing pad at Tranquil Oasis

Elizabeth stepped out with Fiona.

Marcelino and Miles had already been waiting.

Without wasting time on small talk, Elizabeth went straight to the warehouse to check the low–quality

seeds that were about to be discarded.

Their viability was indeed very low, but for her, that wasn’t a problem

She nodded on the spot and agreed to the deal Then she took out three storage buttons

“This is the agreed exchange,” she said, handing them to Marcelino Strawberries potators and sweet potatoes. All freshly prepared from our farm You can check them

Marcelino took the storage buttons and scanned them with his mental power

Inside, he saw plump, glossy strawberry seeds and potato and sweet potato tubers already sprouting healthy little buds.

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His voice shook as he told Miles to run a vitality test.

The test results made his fingers tremble slightly. These seeds had vitality and purity far beyond even the best seeds on the market.

Elizabeth added from the side, “Seed quality is important for how good the final crops will be, but it’s not the only factor. Since our growing methods are different, what you grow here might not reach the same quality as ours.”

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Chapter 223 A Fair Trade

Fir shed

“Tomatoes, cucumbers, spinach, lettuce … even broccoli and bitter melon!” she sighed happily. “With these varieties, my garden is finally going to feel complete.”

She looked out the window at the clouds passing by and thought out loud, “Marcelino’s reliable… Looks like we can work together long–term.”

Then she turned back, already excitedly making plans. “Fiona, once we get back, we’re planting all of these! I’m finally not stuck eating just potatoes and sweet potatoes anymore…”

She could already see it: in the near future, her farm would be a lush, green paradise full of the smell of fresh fruit.

At the edge of the Empire, GH–7 Defense Outpost.

The massive hull of the heavy troop carrier Ironclad slowly pulled into the port.

The ship’s exterior was covered in horrific new scars and black scorch marks from energy weapons. Several armor plates were twisted out of shape, silently telling the story of the brutal battle they had just ¡urvived.

The hatch opened with a heavy hydraulic hiss. But there were no cheers this time. No celebration.

nstead, a thick smell of burnt metal, blood, coolant, and the sickeningly sweet leftover scent of mental >ower waves drifted out, weighing heavily on everyone waiting at the dock.

Cristian was the first to step down.

His combat suit was torn in several places, with a deep gash in his shoulder plate. His arm was wrapped in

blood–soaked emergency bandage. His face was smeared with soot and someone else’s blood.

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