"What kind of Chaos is this, and from which family?" Malin picked up a piece of meat and felt it—strange, there was no smell of Chaos at all.
"Uh, Lord Malin, this is not the flesh of chaos creatures you're thinking of, but a type of self-growing flesh orb referred to as Chaos that is usually dug out from underground in the North. It looks like biological meat, yet it's not alive. Eating it can cause hallucinogenic and other toxic effects. We Northerners wouldn't eat this stuff. It seems they were planning to sell it as a Northern specialty jerky in the South. Many merchants do this." Under the soldier's explanation, Malin finally understood, patted him on the shoulder in gratitude for the explanation, then put the lid back on: "Remember to mark these meats and burn them."
Tuojin directly took out a piece of charcoal and drew a large cross on top.
Arriving at the second pile of boxes, there were only three boxes. Malin opened the pried lid and saw cans produced by his own cannery.
