"Purruru..."
Several large sweet potatoes, their red skins plump and still clinging with fresh soil, were "invited" out of the earth, tumbling and rolling all the way.
"Not bad. Macragge's soil can grow sweet potatoes too."
Guilliman nodded in satisfaction and tossed the sweet potatoes into the basket beside him.
Then he tapped the air with a finger, and a system interface visible only to him flashed past.
(System, help me retrieve an Ancient Terra Chinese Pig from the system space.)
Guilliman had exchanged one governance point for it. One governance point could be exchanged for a hundred Ancient Terra Chinese Pigs.
Space rippled faintly.
A stout, well-fed Ancient Terra Chinese Pig with black bristles, white hooves, and an energetic snorting demeanor appeared out of thin air in the livestock area specially set aside in the corner of the garden.
This pig looked much leaner and more spirited than the Imperium's common meat livestock, and its gaze was even a little... vacant?
Guilliman walked over, casually snapped off several large outer leaves from the nearby cabbage patch, and tossed them into a clean earthenware vat.
He sprinkled a handful of coarse salt into the vat, thought for a moment, then infused it with an exceedingly gentle thread of psychic power.
It was not for attack or defense, but to precisely simulate a warm, moist environment suited to the rapid reproduction of lactic acid bacteria, while slightly accelerating the flow of time.
"This way... it should turn into decent pickled cabbage in a few hours."
He patted the earthenware vat, satisfied with his Psychic Pickling Method.
Yvraine had been following beside him the whole time, watching everything with curiosity.
To the Eldar, who valued the art of dining and even regarded eating as a kind of ritual.
Guilliman's almost "primitive" and