"Everyone in the tribe has never eaten any other food, so they don't really care about the taste of the food. Oh, that's truly a terrible experience. Every meal seems to be purely for the sake of living..."
"It may also be one of the reasons why I will follow His Majesty. Actually, I..."
Apollo was no longer in the mood to continue listening to the rest. He noticed that just as he thought, there were things that could be safely eaten.
But it seemed that Simmons did not carry the seeds of these things with him. Otherwise, he would have taken them out long ago.
"I'll remember this, Simmons. Do you know what that white wheat seed looks like?"
Simmons shook his head. "I've already said that I only took care of fighting in the tribe. No one would disturb me with the usual farm work."
"But if you guys find something similar, you can let me take a look. Maybe I can remember something."