The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71 Diligent Workers

This is way too strange!

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The second Timothy heard it was the Black Rats and still didn’t see Elizabeth anywhere, his panic surged.

He was convinced Elizabeth had been captured.

Without thinking, he tried to rush forward to save her, only to be yanked back hard by Selina

“Timothy! Don’t be stupid!” Selina pointed deeper into the clearing, toward the makeshift ten “Look over there! The person lying on that chair… doesn’t that look like Ms. Elizabeth?”

Timothy followed her finger immediately, rubbing his eyes hard.

Amid all the busy figures, a battered metal recliner–clearly scavenged from some garbage mountain–sat boldly out in the open.

And there really was someone lying on it.

Because of the lighting and distance, they hadn’t noticed at first.

“I–it’s Ms. Elizabeth!” Timothy cried out in relief, but worry quickly followed. “But… did they hurt her? Is that why she’s lying down? She can’t move?”

Selina rolled her eyes and smacked him on the back. “Look again! Does someone who can’t move lie like that?”

With Selina’s reminder, everyone held their breath and squinted, trying to see more clearly.

This time, they finally caught the details.

The

person on the chair had her legs crossed, swinging lazily.

Her whole posture was ridiculously relaxed.

One hand was tucked behind her head, while the other casually tossed a few small stones up and down.

Suddenly, her wrist flicked, and one of the stones shot out like it had eyes of its own.

“Ow!” One of the workers–who’d clearly been slacking and slowing down–clutched his calf.

He didn’t even dare cry out properly before bowing frantically toward Elizabeth, terror written all over his face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Ms. Schofield! I won’t slack off again! I’ll work! I’m

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Adam paused, then laid out his plan. “Starting tomorrow, everyone who’s willing to work hard and follow the rules will go with you to work on Ms. Schofield’s side and settle down near her territory. I… I’ll stay behind in the small town with the rest.”

“No.” Melton’s brows frowned instantly.

He wasn’t objecting to the division of labor. He was objecting to Adam facing the risk alone.

“Mr. Rose, it’s too dangerous for you to stay there with them by yourself! If the Black Rats or Scarface’s people come back-”

Adam waved him off. “Relax. I’m not dropping dead anytime soon. In the small town, I’m the only one whose word still carries any weight. If I leave too, without someone to keep them in line, who knows what kind of mess they’ll stir up? That’d only make things worse. It’s settled.”

Seeing the worry still lingering in Melton’s eyes, he patted his shoulder and softened his tone. “Once I’ve spoken with Ms. Schofield tomorrow and confirmed she’s willing to let us settle nearby, you can come with me to look for a suitable spot. I’ll be counting on you to keep things running over there.”

Melton knew that once the old town chief made up his mind, it was almost impossible to change it. And he wasn’t wrong.

He nodded, accepting the burden Adam was handing over.

The two of them fell silent, walking at the front of the group, each lost in thoughts of an uncertain future.

When Tiffany said she’d help Elizabeth keep watch over the Black Rats, she wasn’t being polite.

Without waiting for instructions, she began pacing around the “laborers” with a stern expression, sharp eyes scanning for any suspicious movement.

Tasha stayed glued to her mother’s side, her small face serious. She not only used her self- proclaimed “good eyesight” to keep watch, but also bent down from time to time to pick up scattered bits of debris and sort them into the proper piles, refusing to stand idle.

Watching the mother and daughter work so earnestly, Elizabeth almost told them they could just sit on the recliner and supervise.

But they shook their heads, insisting they weren’t tired and would feel better keeping an eye on things.

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Chapter 71 Diligent Workers

When she saw Adam and the large group behind him, surprise flickered across her face.

She stood and walked forward.

“Mr. Rose? What brings you here?” Elizabeth asked.

Adam hurried to explain, “Ms. Schofield, our lookout saw the Black Rats heading in this direction late at night! I was worried they were coming after you, so I brought everyone to check…”

His voice carried lingering fear and urgency.

Timothy and Selina squeezed forward, their small faces full of concern.

“Ms. Elizabeth, are you okay?”

“Did you get hurt?”

Elizabeth looked at the crowd–elderly, children, even some pale–faced people whose injuries hadn’t healed yet. They were clutching rusty iron rods and broken wrenches like they were ready to fight to the death. Her heart warmed despite herself.

She reached out and gently ruffled Timothy and Selina’s hair. “Thank you for worrying about me. I’m fine.”

she stepped aside and gestured toward the figures behind her who were “working ntly,” a faint, amused smile curving her lips. “The ones with problems are them.”

dam watched the Black Rats‘ enforcers–men who were known for their brutality–now

rking with their heads down. His face showed shock, relief, and guilt all at once.

“Ms. Schofield, this… this must be our fault! They must’ve followed us during the day and found this place because of us! It’s my oversight… Ever since our small town was hit hard by Scarface’s ambush, Blackrat and his trash have been looking for a chance to take advantage. I should’ve realized it sooner. If I had, maybe this wouldn’t have…”

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