Chapter 307 Food Gatherer

Style: Fantasy Author: MogdrogenWords: 2211Update Time: 24/02/20 10:28:25
For Rozim Premki, although the surface scenery of Valedo was not the most beautiful place he had ever seen, it certainly ranked high on the list.

From the orbit, he had thought that the planet's surface looked very peaceful: fertile land, bright blue oceans, and an atmosphere dotted with spiral clouds.

Readings showed that the atmosphere here was breathable and unpolluted, unlike many suffocating Imperial worlds that presented a nightmare vision of industrial hell.

In short, for a man of his primitive world origins, it was perfect.

Under the operation of the advanced servitor, the small shuttle landed on a towering rock cliff in a wide valley.

As the leader of the Chapter's restaurant, it is natural for Rozim to have a private shuttle - of course, this is a bit difficult from a technical perspective, after all, his responsibilities are limited to the restaurant and kitchen.

However, who calls him popular?

After paying a small amount of alcohol, a mysterious figure from the Adeptus Mechanicus helped him transform a nearly scrapped shuttle and gave it powerful power and the ability to evade detection. It could also be equipped with weapons if necessary.

The pilots of the shuttle are two groups of advanced computing servitors. They may not be the top operators, but they must be the safest.

Rozim was very satisfied with this aircraft and named it "Panjie" - as for the reason, he did not explain it to anyone.

"Phew, this smells better than the cabin."

Looking up from the top of the cliff, you can see a majestic mountain range. Although the climate below the mountains is temperate, their towering peaks are covered with snow.

After the dust kicked up by the aircraft as it landed cleared, Rozim set foot on a world he knew was in the midst of a rebellion.

It's just a bit of a rebel, he doesn't really care - Valedo's news is strictly blocked, and he only knows so much.

The reason why he took the risk to come here was because he saw an introduction by Valedo in the book "The Boring Man of Leshan and Leshui: A Guide for Vagabonds".

In the early days when it was discovered by the Empire, this world was once a wild and dead world, full of various dangerous beasts and plants, the most widely distributed of which was a plant called "Echinacea".

Just by hearing the name, some people may think that it is a harmless herb, but in fact, the spinach orchid is a dangerous carnivorous plant.

The imperial colonists persisted for dozens of generations before transforming the world into what it is today, and those dangerous animals and plants were basically wiped out. However, because of its wide distribution, the Spiny Orchid is still found in some inaccessible places.

Because this plant is territorial and highly aggressive, the rich and powerful in Valedo also keep them for ornamental purposes and to guard their homes.

But Rozim’s reason for looking for them wasn’t rarity.

Spiny orchids are famous not only for their aggressiveness, but also for their smell.

According to the introduction in "Leshan Leshui Boring Man: A Wanderer's Guide", the stems of the spinach orchid are edible and have a strong meaty taste, which is even more delicious than most meats.

This is Rozim's true goal.

As the leader of the group's restaurant, collecting precious ingredients is also one of his important tasks.

After all, we can't let the soldiers eat standard rations every day, right?

Rozim, who was carrying a huge camping bag, stepped off his shuttle and looked around the new world with great interest. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and enjoyed breathing without filters and air purification devices. Simple pleasure.

Then he strode across the rocks and stood on the edge of a cliff overlooking the ground below.

A vast emerald landscape spread before his eyes.

Dense forests cover the lower slopes, and a stunning blue river flows slowly along the valley to the distant coast.

Across the valley he could see one of the towns marked on the track's overhead view standing amid a clump of spreading ferns.

Seen from here, it looks like half of a majestic arch. This is Rozim's chosen target, a town called Ledi, which is also the main breeding ground for Spiny Orchid.

From his position, Rozim's vision can be expanded to hundreds of kilometers away. The distant lakes are rippling on the horizon, herds of wild beasts are wandering on the plains under the mountains, and the fertile land undulates into the mist-covered distance. Birds circled in the pure sky above.

How long had it been since he had seen such an unspoiled world?

At this moment, his heart was beating fast because he saw such a beautiful and clear sky.

If this was not a religious world, it is estimated that the vanguard of the Mechanicus and the exploration drilling platform would have landed on the surface to start the colonization process and explore its natural resources.

Rozim has always wanted to complain. Since the Mechanicus has the light of technology and rational thinking, can't they find a way to use the planet's resources while avoiding the consequences of industrial pollution and population explosion from tainting the world? The beauty?

However, such questions are beyond Rozim's ability, and they have little meaning to him.

After determining the target direction, Rozim looked for a path to go down the mountain one day.

This is a winding path located on the slope of volcanic rock that has long since cooled. The ferns on the dusty soil grow prosperously, fibrous and as light as feathers, and the mottled stems are as rough as rattan. When they stand upright toward the sky, they are as tall as three people. , extending to the swaying compound leaves showing white dew.

They reminded him of the evil pine forests in his hometown, where he often went to hunt and log in the winter when he was a child.

The evergreen needles are covered with thick frost, and when the wind blows, the tree makes a sound like a sigh.

At this moment, all that is left is a sigh.

The ripples of dry ferns and the caked dust that worked its way through every pore of his body and rubbed against the soft tissue at the back of his throat. The sun was bright and dazzling, shining down from the clear sky through the pale and thin air, reflecting strips of net marks on the ground under the ferns - made up of desolate sunlight and uneven black shadows. .

He moved forward two hundred meters and entered a gap of dead leaves. In order not to alert the possible wild beasts and enemies, he put on soft-soled boots and wrapped his calves with two thick layers of chain-like cloth. Prevent scratches from plant barbs.

And he also carried a weapon, a small incendiary gun he got from a "friend", which was tightly fastened to his chest with a strong strap to prevent dust from entering the gun.

But every ten minutes or so, he inspects the components and sweeps away the rapidly accumulating dust, fern leaves, twigs and burrs.

Suddenly, a few cracking sounds made him turn and stop suddenly, pushing the gun into his smooth and dry palm, ready to go.

Something tried to pass through the bracken to his left, and from time to time it would crush the dry thorns on the ground.