Chapter 1276: Never Before So Deeply Shocked (Part 3)

It suddenly underwent a strange transformation.

The chunk of meat visibly changed at an observable speed—the dark color quickly faded, turning bright red; the shriveled meat texture inflated as if filled with air, restoring its full elasticity; it even faintly emitted a smell akin to the weak freshness of recently slaughtered meat!

Within just a dozen seconds, that piece of old meat, which looked like a historical artifact, actually turned into indistinguishable top-grade fresh beef!

Then, the wizard took it out and placed it on the nearby cutting board to start cutting and other subsequent processes. At this moment, Ian completely understood. It was not about “unique craftsmanship” or “technology and skilled labor,” it was magic! Alchemy! An area he had never delved into!

The crux of the matter lay in those few magical crucibles! They were not ordinary kitchenware at all but some kind of specially made, powerful alchemy artifacts! Their function was likely to reverse or neutralize the effects of time erosion on objects, or more accurately, to temporarily restore substances to an earlier, more “fresh” state!

Having never researched closely.

Ian could only guess.

Those complex runes were probably controlling and guiding this time-reversing magic power! The “ancestral craftsmanship” that the clerk referred to might be about how to properly operate and maintain these alchemy crucibles, and mastering the stirring rhythm and magic power input to ensure the “restoration” process is safe and effective!

“No wonder… no wonder they’re so blatant about using zombie meat…” Ian muttered to himself, his feeling of disgust dissipating significantly, replaced by amazement at the marvels of magical application, “It’s practically applying alchemy in unexpected places… Although it sounds strange, from a magical perspective, meat processed like this might indeed be essentially no different from fresh meat.”

“Could it even have a unique flavor because of its ‘age’?” Ian thought of the taste of those meats, clearly, this kind of technology still had some flaws.

But there might just be people who love the taste resulting from these flaws—he remembers seeing more children and old people eating outside before.

Who knows if they were just there for that taste. He looked at the three focused “wizard chefs,” then back at the customers enjoying their meal in the shop, suddenly feeling that this world was truly full of the unexpected. Using invaluable alchemy crucibles to preserve hundred-year-old zombie meat.

This might also be an exclusive characteristic of the African Magic World?

At least, in terms of food safety, this shop seems more reliable than many seemingly clean upscale restaurants? Ian thought with a complex mood.

This is actually a form of self-comfort.

However.

Compared to what he had already eaten, Ian was now more interested in this technology, feeling it would greatly benefit his alchemical expertise.

The current problem was how to obtain this kind of craftsmanship regarded as core technology.

Ian stared at the clerk.

Of course, he knew the clerk couldn’t decide such things, but after glancing around, he couldn’t find the shop’s owner, perhaps requiring some inquiries.

Thinking of this.

Ian’s hand naturally reached for his robe.

Preparing to wield the power of money.