The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229 One Potato a Day

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The crowd at the labor camp watched Hank being carried away, his breathing slowly becoming steady. For a long time, no one could snap out of it.

A mix of hope, shock, and confusion spread through the silence.

“D–did you see that? Hank…” Isaac whispered, his throat dry.

“I saw it. The potato… Just one potato…” Milo’s voice shook.

“Even sedatives didn’t work, but a potato did?!”

“That wasn’t a normal potato, right? It can’t be! Didn’t you smell it? And look at Hank…”

Everyone who saw what happened felt like their world had flipped upside down.

Mental power backlash, especially as bad as Hank’s, was basically a death sentence in their experience.

Expensive, rare high–grade sedatives might hold it off for a while, but people like them could never afford that.

They thought Hank was a goner.

But their boss used just one ordinary–looking potato and dragged him back from the brink of death.

It totally blew their minds.

Then, as the shock settled, they suddenly remembered something they had ignored before.

Melton!

Tiffany!

They used to fight over territory and deal with them all the time.

So they knew that people like Melton and Tiffany, who were exiled because of mental power collapse were in worse shape than those exiled for crimes.

They usually had an episode every few days

But lately, they’d been around Melton and Tiffany almost every day, and not once had they seen them lose control

Connecting that to what just happened to Hank a possibilty hut them

Melton and the others must have been eating crops from the boss’s farm regularly Thats why they were doing so well!

That realization made everyone’s heart race

A burning feeling rose in the eyes as they all looked at Elizabeth

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Chapter 229 One Potato a Day

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Their gaze was filled with intense desire, envy, and almost desperate pleading.

So there really was a way to survive!

And it was right there, held in the hands of their boss, who seemed so cold and used them for free labor!

But that burning hope only flashed for a second before it dimmed and died.

Who were they?

They were the Black Rats. Scarface’s gang. Hated criminals. Trash. The worst kind of people.

They had been captured by Elizabeth, doing the dirtiest, hardest work, living on just enough liquid upplements to stay alive. It was their punishment.

The fact that their boss let them live was already an act of mercy.

Those magical foods that could heal mental power and were worth a fortune… How could they ever be given to bad people like them?

The small spark of hope that had just appeared didn’t even have time to rise before it was crushed by their ›wn beliefs and self–loathing. ·

One by one, they lowered their heads again. Their eyes turned dull, even more bitter than before.

(nowing there was hope, but not being able to reach it, hurt more than having no hope at all.

ust then, faint voices drifted over.

Elizabeth was talking with Tiffany and Melton.

The prisoners instinctively listened closely. They couldn’t hear everything, but a few key words reached

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liquid supplements… long–term effects… low–grade sedatives only treat the symptoms buildup leads o backlash Tiffany’s voice sounded serious.

Everyone in the kingdom knew that the low–grade liquid supplements sold on the market often had small amounts of mental power disruptors and energy stabilizers to extend shelf life and cut costs

Long–term use, especially for people with unstable or damaged mental power, would slowly make things worse. It would put more strain and contaminate their sea of consciousness

Without regular use of high grade sedatives to clear it out, the damage would build up until one day it triggered backlash

Then Elizabeth spoke Her voice was calm and cold, with no clear emotion So relying on one low–grade sedative per month is just delaying their death?”

“Pretty much like that Tiffany replied. “Unless they switch to high purity liquid supplements or high- grade sedatives But the cost is too high Not everyone can afford that

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Chaapter 230 Tears and Gratitude

Teension, disbelief, and a tiny, flickering hope they were almost afraid to adoma ali swirled toge

teching that made them dizzy.

Do we deserve this?

Could criminals, thugs, and trash like them really be worthy of one of thor magical potatoes eve

day?

Time seemed to freeze.

Then, Elizabeth’s calm, steady voice came through without any hesitatacion “Of course it includes said, everyone on the farm.”

Boom!

Those simple words were like a massive beam of light cutting droough the thick, dark clouds of d hanging over the labor camp.

It was like a hammer smashing into their cold, numb hears sesending waves crashing through the

Isaac was the first to lose control. His legs gave out and declanost dropped to his knees. His voice almost like he was crying. “B–Boss… We really get one poco every day?”

He was asking what everyone was thinking.

Dozens of eyes stared at Elizabeth without blinking dull of humble pleading and fear.

Elizabeth frowned slightly, confused. She looked daththem–shaking, red–eyed, barely holding it te Her tone stayed calm, almost like it was obtusis is there a problem? Aren’t you part of the tarm

“No! No problem! Absolutely not!” Isaacshbobklis head, tears and snot pouring down his tace

He couldn’t hold it in anymore Witha and the dropped to his knees and started thanking blizab “Thank you, Boss! Thank you! My hity vous now! Ill do whatever you say, no matter what‘

The moment he go down to his kanes, co was like a switch flipped

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Some cried boudly sortested over then words swearing loyalty Others nest kept thanking bliz shoulders slykkip

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