The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 62

The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland

Chapter 62 Selling and Buying Potatoes

Basic seasonings–oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea… I’ve got to get them!

Smart housekeeper robot–must have to free my hands! Buy!

Small personal hovercar, makes getting around easy! Gotta buy!

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And that luxury two–story villa with a basement and its own little eco–garden… I’ve been staring at it forever! Bu- Oops, I can’t afford it!

Elizabeth stared at the shocking price tag of 50 million stellar coins. The excitement in her heart felt as if it had been doused with a bucket of ice water. She sobered instantly.

Tsk. I’m still poor…

Reluctantly, she closed the villa’s page. Then, with firm resolve, she removed the housekeeping robot and the small hovercar from her shopping cart as well.

Forget all these. Let me save up to buy the house first.

All these things could wait. One day, I’ll have them.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to focus on the present.

Opening the Free Market interface, she quickly listed a new round of potato preorders.

To make sure the news reached everyone, she even sent a message to all previous customers who had bought potatoes from her:

[On the 18th of this month. A new batch of potatoes will be available at Mercury Plaza. Preorders open now. Limited quantity. First come, first served.]

After sending the message, Elizabeth could almost see stellar coins flowing into her account.

She finished the last bite of sweet potato. The sweetness lingered on her tongue and warmed her heart.

Her motivation to work hard had never been stronger, and she completely failed to notice the 999+ unread messages piling up in the Free Market backend.

Almost the instant her preorder message was sent, countless eager eyes lit up on the other end of Starnet.

In the dining hall of the Salazar Mansion.

Humus stood quietly beside the table with his hands folded. However, his eyes kept darting toward the old

device on his wrist.

When the long–awaited notification sound for special attention finally rang out, his body trembled and he cried out in excitement, “That’s great!”

Chapter 62 Selling and Buying Potatoes

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The suppressed cheer sounded especially abrupt in the otherwise quiet dining room, where only the soft clink of utensils could be heard.

Emery’s mother, Natasha Quinlan, who had been dining with elegance, frowned in displeasure.

She set down her cutlery with a crisp sound and shot a sharp look at Humus.

Her voice was sharp as she reprimanded, “Humus, you have served this family for many years, yet your manners keep slipping! How could you shout while we are dining? Don’t think you can get away with it just because of your age, if it weren’t for-”

“Mother.” Orion spoke calmly, cutting off the harsher words that were about to follow. Yet the fingers resting on his knee had turned slightly pale from the force of his grip.

Seated at the head of the table, Leonard lifted his eyes as well. His authoritative gaze fell upon Humus, waiting for an explanation.

Humus immediately lowered his head, suppressing all visible emotion. “I’m sorry. I just managed to contact an old comrade–in–arms I had been separated from for many years. I became overly excited and lost my composure,” he said respectfully.

Leonard studied him for a moment before speaking in a deep voice. “Don’t let it happen again.”

“Yes, sir.” Humus nodded.

At that moment, Orion pushed back his chair and stood up with a blank expression. “I’m done eating. Please continue.”

Without waiting for Leonard’s response, he walked out of the dining room, leaving Leonard behind with a visibly displeased look.

Humus hurried after him.

At the corner of the corridor, he caught up to Orion, his face full of guilt. “I’m sorry, Mr. Orion. I caused trouble for you.”

Orion shook his head and smiled bitterly. “It has nothing to do with you. They can probably enjoy their meal more without me being there.”

A heavy gloom surrounded him. The atmosphere at the table had clearly weighed on him.

Seeing his dejection, Humus felt a stab of heartache. He stepped closer and lowered his voice, unable to hide his excitement. “There’s good news, Mr. Orion. The seller of those potatoes just posted on Free Market. A new batch will go on sale on the 18th of this month at Mercury Plaza.”

The news immediately sparked something in Orion’s eyes.

His eyes lit up as he grabbed Humus by the arm. “Really? Are you certain?”

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