The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83 A Very Sincere Job Offer

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Elizabeth did the math in her head, and when she looked at the group again, her eyes held the same appraisal one might give a collection of rare, mobile tools–too valuable to let a single one slip away!

With the labor shortage officially solved, Elizabeth’s attention was immediately drawn to the pile of mecha wreckage scattered across the ground.

Her eyes lit up, as if she’d just stumbled onto buried treasure. She hurried over in a few quick steps, poking here, examining there.

She even struggled to hoist up a severed mecha arm thicker than her own body, turning excitedly toward Tiffany and Melton as she spoke.

“Tiffany, Melton, look at this! Can it be fixed? If we repair it and use it to clear trash, wouldn’t that be an absolute monster of a tool?”

One scoop from that thing could replace a ton of people’s labor.

Tiffany and Melton stared at Elizabeth, clutching the massive mech arm, her face glowing with the unmistakable delight of someone who’d found the perfect piece of equipment. They were speechless.

Using a modified military mecha… to haul garbage?

Ms. Schofield’s train of thought is always so refreshingly unconventional that it catches people completely off guard.

Melton stepped forward and carefully inspected the fracture point.

He shook his head, regret and mild helplessness in his voice. “Ms. Schofield, I’m afraid not. Look at these oint connections–they’ve all been severed. Damage like this… the repair difficulty’s extremely great. The materials and cost alone would probably be enough to buy a brand–new entry–level mecha.”

How

How much does a mecha cost?” Elizabeth asked curiously. When she’d browsed Starnet before, she honestly hadn’t paid much attention to the mecha marketplace.

That depends on the grade, model, and configuration,” Melton explained. “Military or civilian, performance specs, condition–new or used–the price difference can be enormous.”

Elizabeth pressed, “It doesn’t have to be fancy. Just something that can shovel trash.”

Melton nearly choked on her plain, no–frills requirement and had no idea how to quote something that specific,

Tiffany picked up where he left off. “There are basic civilian models. They’re usually used in large–scale construction, heavy agriculture, or specialized environmental services. The technical barrier is lower, and they’re much cheaper to manufacture. If you only need basic power output and strength, a few hundred thousand stellar coins should be enough.”

“A few hundred thousand stellar coins?!” Elizabeth clicked her tongue. Even for her now, that kind of price

still stung.

She turned to look at the distant garbage heaps towering over 30 feet–some even 100 feet–stretching

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If she wanted to develop those plots later, spending a few hundred thousand stellar coins on a mech dedicated to waste removal didn’t actually sound impossible.

The efficiency would definitely be worth it!

But for now…

Her gaze swept over the Black Rats members huddled together in stiff, silent terror.

They’d do just fine.

With that thought, her mood brightened instantly.

She pointed at Melton. “Melton, do me a favor. Drag out the one who’s playing dead.”

Melton acknowledged the order and walked over to the scattered cockpit remains. In just a few movements, he hauled out the ashen–faced Blackrat from inside.

At this moment, there was none of his earlier arrogance left.

He was genuinely terrified, fear gripping him to his very core.

It wasn’t like he’d never faced opponents stronger than himself before. He’d fought his share of brutal

battles.

But never like today, where he hadn’t even seen how the other side moved.

His greatest trump card had been dismantled like a child’s toy.

That overwhelming helplessness, that suffocating fear of having his life entirely in someone else’s hands- he’d never experienced anything like it in his entire life.

So when Melton dragged him out roughly, he behaved with absolute obedience, even a hint of ingratiating submission.

He was terrified that moving too slowly–or even wearing the wrong expression–would send him dow the same road as Big Guy.

Curled up on the ground, he didn’t even dare raise his head, resignedly waiting for that terrifying woman to pass judgment.

Elizabeth had Melton drag Blackrat over to stand with the rest of his crew, keeping them all together.

Then she cleared her throat, stepped in front of them, and forced what she believed was a warm, friendly smile onto her face–though to the Black Rats, it looked more like a demon baring its teeth–and began her “orientation speech.”

“Everyone, first of all, welcome to my farm.

“I’m a very kind person. I wouldn’t even step on an ant if I could help it. I hate the sight of blood, and I absolutely despise fighting and violence.”

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