The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Repay You

Elizabeth looked at the boy’s swollen, reddened face and asked gently, “Are you okay?”

Fin

The boy pushed himself to his feet, tilted his head up, and flashed her a wide grin to show he was fine.

Then he held the small cloth bag out to her with both hands. “Look… Do you want these?”

Elizabeth’s gaze fell on the pile of “junk,” and her eyes lit up instantly.

She recognized several fruit and vegetable seeds she didn’t have yet.

They weren’t in great condition, but the life in them hadn’t completely faded.

“Yes! Of course, I do!” Elizabeth nodded.

She instinctively tried to transfer him some stellar coins, only to realize his wrists were bare–he didn’t even have a device.

So she took out a few high–grade liquid supplements from her storage button. “Here. I’ll trade you these

But the little boy shook his head, putting on a serious, grown–up expression. “They’re for you. Thank yo for saving me. This is to repay you.”

Elizabeth couldn’t help laughing at how earnest he looked.

She crouched down so she was eye level with him and said firmly, “You don’t have to thank me. If anything, you got hit because you were protecting the things you meant to give me. Next time, if someo grabs your stuff, let it go. Your safety matters more, okay?”

The boy pressed his lips together and didn’t nod, clearly not fully convinced.

He quickly changed the subject. “Eliza, I collected a lot more seeds these past few days! They’re all at home. Wait for me–I’ll go get them! I’ll be quick!”

He pointed toward a cluster of low, crumbling old houses not far away.

Seeing the urgency in his eyes, Elizabeth nodded. “Alright. I’ll wait.”

But minute after minute passed. Half an hour went by, and the boy still hadn’t returned.

Elizabeth had planned to head to the mall later that afternoon for a big shopping run. She told herself she’d wait another 30 minutes. If he still didn’t show up, she’d have to leave.

Just then, a piercing, despair–filled wail tore through the air from the direction of the old houses.

Elizabeth’s heart clenched. She turned toward the sound and saw a group of security officers in uniform carrying a stretcher out of the narrow alley.

On the stretcher, a frail woman was tightly bound with specialized restraint straps.

Her body twisted and thrashed violently. Hoarse, inhuman growls tore from her throat–she was clearly in

1/3

Chapter 94 Repay You

the middle of a severe mental power backlash.

Fi

And the little boy was running alongside the stretcher, crying hysterically, gripping its edge so hard b small body was nearly dragged along the ground. “Mom! Mom! Let my mom go!”

Elizabeth strode forward and blocked the group’s path. Her voice dropped. “What’s going on? What a you doing?”

The lead officer looked irritated. “Step aside! Don’t obstruct official duties! This woman’s mental powe collapsed. She’s no longer fit to remain on the Kingdom’s main planet. According to regulations, she be exiled!”

“Exiled where?” Elizabeth demanded.

“They can choose which peripheral Garbage Planet to go to. If they don’t choose, we follow proximity whichever Garbage Planet the next waste transport ship is headed for, that’s where they’ll be sent.” The officer’s tone was cold and mechanical. “Move. If we miss the transport window, are you going to take responsibility?”

At that moment, the boy with the tear–streaked face saw Elizabeth.

He let go of the stretcher and ran to her, pulling a small box carefully wrapped in old newspaper from arms and stuffing it into her hands.

Between sobs, he choked out, “E–Eliza… these… are for you… I’m going with my mom to another planet won’t… be able to collect scraps for you anymore…”

Elizabeth took the box, still warm from his body heat.

When she opened it, she found carefully sorted, meticulously cleaned plant seeds inside.

There were more than she’d ever received from him before, arranged neatly and thoughtfully.

She could only imagine how he’d gathered and cleaned these scraps of “trash,” one by one, in such a hars environment, clinging to hope.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify