The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 66

The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland

Chapter 66 Dividing the Lifeline

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“Yeah! We’ll all go! The more people we have, the stronger we are. We’ll bring back even more liquid supplements!” someone immediately shouted.

Watching the villagers grow excited and eager to follow tomorrow and start working at once, Timothy felt uneasy.

His tone turned sharp and left no space for debate.

The loud discussion stopped instantly. The crowd went silent.

They stuck together to survive, but not every person had pure intentions.

There were always a few who looked for easy gains and tried to benefit without effort.

The 13 people Adam brought today were carefully chosen.

They were not only hardworking but, more importantly, upright. People who would not create problems for the one helping them.

After the atmosphere calmed and no one dared to speak recklessly, Adam softened his voice and began explaining how today’s earnings would be distributed.

yone who worked today receives one vial of liquid supplements first. That’s what you d.”

eaffirmed their labor, then continued. “All the remaining liquid supplements, take every single one and give them to the families who were injured protecting the village last night!” He purposely avoided mentioning the potatoes.

His eyes moved across the crowd, his voice steady and weighted. “If they hadn’t put their lives on the line to stop those raiders, Hope Town might not exist anymore. The reason we’re safe here and have a chance to earn liquid supplements is because they paid for it with blood. If anyone disagrees with this division, examine your conscience first.”

The words struck deep, and any selfish thoughts faded away.

Recalling last night’s narrow escape and hearing the muffled groans from those homes, everyone lowered their heads.

Then agreement rose one voice at a time.

“Of course!”

“Yes, give it to Melton and the others who were hurt!”

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The workers each accepted their single vial and felt completely satisfied. No one objected to giving the rest to the wounded.

Seeing this, the others had nothing to protest.

After the distribution finished, the crowd slowly dispersed. Adam called Timothy and personally delivered the liquid supplements and potatoes to the injured households.

Hope Town lacked resources. To keep watch more easily, the seven who suffered severe mental power backlash last night were gathered at Melton’s house.

All seven shared backgrounds similar to his.

They had once served as royal soldiers, honored in battle and wounded in duty, yet when their mental power damage exceeded the collapse limit, the kingdom discarded them here like

scrap.

Last night, facing brutal raiders, they forced their mecha to release the last of their remaining strength.

Each strike and defense that consumed mental power felt like striking a cracked surface repeatedly until their fragile cores shattered further.

Melton had originally been in the worst condition and many believed he might lose control or even die at any moment.

Now, however, he was the only one among the seven still conscious and was even assisting in tending to the others.

The difference was painful to see.

The other six were tightly bound to crude bed boards, their bodies twisting under torment from their minds.

Harsh groans scraped from their throats like wounded beasts.

Their eyes were stained a frightening red.

Reason had vanished, buried beneath fury.

Their families elderly parents exhausted wives and children forced to mature too soon gripped their restrained hands without releasing them.

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As if by holding on they could pull them back from that torment.

Soft desperate pleas filled the dim shack.

“Hold on, son…”

“Mom is here, look at me…”

“Please, don’t leave us…”

Fiona clutched Melton’s hand so tightly her nails nearly pierced his skin.

Faced with this familiar heartbreak, memories surfaced of the times she endured her husband’s breakdown alone.

She shook, whispering again and again, “It’ll be alright. It must be alright…”

At that moment the thick curtain lifted and cold air rushed in as Adam and Timothy entered quickly.

Fiona grasped that hope immediately, jumping up and hurrying toward Adam. “Mr. Rose! The potatoes?”

here! They’re here!” Adam replied without delay, placing the cloth bundle he held

to the table.

opened it to reveal a dozen golden potatoes, still carrying traces of soil.

“Fiona, hurry! Boil water. Cook them all at once. Make sure everyone eats!”

“Mr. Rose!” A cracked tearful voice sounded from the inner bed. It belonged to a teenage girl named Tasha Loffe.

She was barely 15 or 16, eyes swollen and red, face drained of color, yet she stared at the potatoes with shaking hands. “Are… are those the kind that soothe mental power backlash?”

Adam saw Tasha’s reddened eyes and thin pale face, and his heart ached in despair.

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