Reincarnated as a blue dragon, he collided head-on with a wizarding civilization.

Chapter 101 Blackwood Trading Company

A week later.

Kuroki Market stall area.

A small group of familiar faces had gathered in front of Una's stall.

The newly released batch of basic meditation potions was snapped up by quick-thinking regular customers as soon as they were put on the shelves.

The dragon girl lowered her head, focused on giving change to a customer, her fingers skillfully rummaging through the heavy cloth bag at her waist, searching for silver and copper coins.

The movements were much more skillful and fluid than they had been a month ago, when they were tense and awkward.

The customers waiting nearby knew the stall owner's temperament and didn't rush her.

Some squatted in front of the stall, casually flipping through the remaining medicine bottles. Others chatted quietly with their companions.

Others simply stood there quietly, their gazes casually sweeping over the burlap flags fluttering in the market's long corridor.

Everything seemed ordinary and orderly.

No one saw a strange figure standing in the shadow of the rough stone pillars on the outskirts of the market.

He was a young wizard wearing a dark gray apprentice robe, which was washed until it was almost white, with fine silver-thread-like runes sewn along the inner edge of the collar.

There was no academy insignia on the robe, only a card-shaped metal plate pinned to the chest, its outline almost invisible in the dark.

His name was Quint, and he was leaning casually against a pillar, looking like a lazy passerby waiting for his companion.

His right hand, seemingly hanging casually at his side, was gently pinching a transparent recording crystal no bigger than a thumbnail.

The smooth surface of the crystal clearly reflects the scene of Una's stall in the distance, recording every delicate movement of her bending down to collect money, bagging medicines, and handing them to customers, even the subtle focused expression on her face is clearly visible.

Quint's fingers twitched, and the crystal gently flipped over.

The other side of the crystal was facing him.

The image displayed on this side suddenly changed!

A long, slender blue dragon with scales that gleamed with a deep blue luster spread its wings and flew across the desolate airspace of the border!

On the dragon's back sat a petite dragon girl, clinging tightly to the dragon's neck!

The footage is somewhat shaky, clearly taken from a very long distance using some kind of covert method.

The distance was too great for the details of the dragon scales to make out clearly, but its unique shape, broad wingspan, and especially the distinctive feature of a silver storage ring clearly visible at the end of its powerful tail and above its tailbone—

Can't go wrong.

Quint silently retracted the recording crystal into the depths of his sleeve.

He raised his eyes again, his gaze passing through the bustling crowd and landing on the busy profile of the dragon girl, his eyes cold and resolute.

She's the one.

He had been staking out this market for many days.

Only then did they finally realize that the mysterious blue dragon mentioned in the mentor's bounty was in cahoots with this unremarkable dragon girl who was gradually gaining a foothold in the market area!

Furthermore, the blue dragon would occasionally fly to the outskirts of Blackwood Market to pick up this dragonman and take him back!

Speaking of this, Quint feels a tightness in his chest.

That time, he was strolling around until it was almost dark, and was preparing to finish work and return to his temporary residence when he saw a familiar blue shadow from his memory quietly descend from the low-hanging clouds and land steadily on the open flat ground outside the market gate.

His heart skipped a beat!

The mentor's bounty! The blue dragon on the card! It's right here, alive!

Almost reflexively, he reached for the battle card hidden in his sleeve pocket. His magical power surged instantly, rising to his fingertips, ready to activate the card and unleash a thunderous strike—

Then, he clearly sensed the aura naturally emanating from the other person.

It was not the savage and ferocious nature of ordinary magical beasts, but rather it carried the refined aura unique to the wizard's path, along with a subtle and composed spiritual fluctuation.

A sense of crisis rose in his heart, and in the next instant, Quint stopped what he was doing and secretly activated a kind of covert detection spell that he had mastered.

The blue dragon's aura was accurately detected, and the detection technique took effect, but the result surprised him greatly.

Second-tier dragon bloodline! Intermediate wizard apprentice!

This true strength far surpasses the level predicted by the mentor in the laboratory when he used magic to replicate the Blue Dragon card!

Matthew—that's what killed this blue dragon.

Quint silently assessed his own strength.

As fellow apprentices of high wizardry, he considered himself far superior to Matthew.

Matthew, that aberration, only managed to get promoted by stealing Arno's Green Dragon card. His foundation was unstable, and his combat ability was basically at the bottom among his peers.

But the advancement of this blue dragon is clearly genuine!

Moreover, the Dragonblood race possesses a formidable physical advantage, making their close-combat ability absolutely terrifying.

What's even more troublesome is that the opponent also cultivates wizarding spiritual power, so the usual tricks and secret techniques used to counter dragon-blooded beasts will mostly fail against him.

Upon thinking of this, Quint hesitated and forcefully suppressed the urge to take action.

However, in the brief moment of his hesitation, the blue dragon, carrying the dragon girl, flapped its wings and soared into the sky, quickly flying away!

Even the shadows quickly disappeared behind the heavy clouds and could not be found again.

That night, Quint tossed and turned in his rented, simple stone hut, unable to sleep.

He comforted himself by saying that if he missed an opportunity today, there would be another one tomorrow, so there was no need to rush.

But after squatting there for several days in a row, he realized that the blue dragon didn't come every day.

Sometimes they come every other day, sometimes every two days, there's absolutely no pattern to it.

Sometimes he would squat behind the pillars like a stone statue, from dawn till dusk, until his legs went numb, but he would only see the dragon girl going in and out of the market alone, without even a trace of the blue dragon.

After several days of agonizing, frustrating, and resentful emotions, I was filled with conflicting feelings.

Quint finally figured it out.

Since I can't eat it all by myself —

Then let's call our fellow disciples to come over together!

At worst, once we get the [Aberrant] card bounty from the mentor, we can all share the core technology and knowledge within it.

It's better than getting nothing at all.

He took the recording crystal out of his sleeve again and looked at it one last time.

On the other side of the crystal, an image of a blue dragon flying through the clouds is playing on a loop.

After recording enough evidence, Quint did not linger.

He glanced one last time in the direction of Una's stall, then turned and silently disappeared into the increasingly dark shadows on the outskirts of the market, quickly leaving.

On the other side, Una sold the last few potions of the day, put away her empty storage ring, and stood up from behind her stall.

She walked to the guard post at the market exit and paid a stall fee of five copper coins.

This is the rule in the street vendor area: everything is collected daily, regardless of how good or bad business is.

The human guards at the gate didn't even look up or count the five copper coins; they simply tossed them into a half-full tin money box next to them.

The copper coin fell to the bottom of the box with a dull thud, then was quickly swallowed up by the other coins inside and fell silent.

After paying, Una did not head straight for the exit of the Blackwood Market as usual.

She slowed her pace on the relatively spacious main street inside the market, her gaze slowly sweeping over the dazzling array of shops on both sides of the street.

Finally, she stopped in front of a large shopping mall that was far larger than the surrounding shops.

Kuroki Trading Company.

This is the largest potion shop in Blackwood Market, occupying the best location in the market center, with a storefront three times wider than other shops.

The signboard is black with gold foil stamping, and the lettering is neat and elegant.

There were no waiters soliciting customers at the entrance, no discounted goods on display, only two large doors and light streaming in from inside.

Una stood outside for three seconds, then went inside.

The interior of the business is larger than it appears from the outside.

Rows of towering shelves stretch from the polished marble floor all the way to the high ceiling!

On each shelf, dozens of potion bottles with uniform labels were neatly arranged.

The label is printed clearly, with detailed information on the drug name, main effects, price, shelf life, and even a small batch number.

These glass bottles are not the basic, bare-bottomed type like Una's.

Its bottle is clearly custom-made, with simple but effective constant temperature runes faintly engraved on the bottom, apart from the trademark.

Under the soft lighting inside the trading post, these constant-temperature runes shimmered with a steady, pale blue glow, resembling a row of jellyfish.

Customers were quietly walking and browsing between the shelves.

Wizards in long robes, adventurers in hoods, and occasionally a few dragonman officers in soft armor.

There was no noise and crowds like in the open-air market area; everyone was quietly looking at the goods.

The shopkeeper stood behind the counter.

A middle-aged wizard with a round face was dressed in a respectable silk robe. The robe was dark blue, with silver cloud patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs. He looked more well-dressed than most of his customers.

When the dragon girl came in, he was using a magnifying glass to examine the quality of a bottle of medicine. He held the bottle neck with his fingers and slowly rotated it, letting the light shine through the magnifying glass onto the color and distribution of impurities in the liquid.

Hearing footsteps approaching, the shopkeeper immediately looked up.

He put down the magnifying glass and immediately put on a standard, warm professional smile.

"What would you like to order, sir?"

His voice was gentle, neither humble nor arrogant.

Una walked to the counter and stood still.

"I want to buy one—"

She paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, "A second-tier magic potion recipe that can be used by dragon blood species."

She said her voice wasn't loud, but she pronounced each word very clearly.

The shopkeeper's smile remained unchanged, but the gentle curve of his lips was subtly adjusted, making it appear more formulaic.

He slowly shook his head.

"Guest, we do not sell potion recipes here."

Una was clearly taken aback, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

"We have all the magic potions that dragon bloodline can use, whether they are second-tier, third-tier, or fourth-tier."

The shopkeeper's handle emerged from under the counter, palm up, gesturing "please," and pointed to a row of light blue medicine bottles on the shelf. His tone remained polite as he said, "Guests are welcome to choose freely."

"but"

He withdrew his hand, his tone shifting from purely polite to a slightly serious reminder, "The formula isn't for sale. And one..."

He emphasized slightly, "No matter where you are, truly effective and stable potion recipes are extremely valuable knowledge and are not for sale. They can basically only be obtained through special channels."

After listening, Una remained silent for a moment, then nodded gently.

She turned her gaze away from the row of expensive finished medicines.

Just as the dragon girl was about to turn and leave, the shopkeeper's voice rang out behind her again, adding a sentence in a leisurely manner.

"Of course, if a customer has any special potion recipes that I don't have, they can sell them to us."

I can buy it for a high price.

He paused for a moment, then continued, his tone carrying a confident sales pitch: "Or, if customers can make their own effective medicine that isn't available on the market, they can have us sell it on their behalf."

As you can see, our shop is quite large and has good customer traffic. We also have a formal cooperative relationship with the potion workshop near the Tower of Holy Blood, so the channels are very smooth.

Una turned around and glanced at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper's smile remained as amiable as ever.

But at this moment, his eyes had become those of a pure businessman.

The fact that the other party immediately asked for a second-tier potion recipe means that there must be an apothecary behind them.

However, she was unaware of market rules, including the basic unspoken rule that the formula was not for sale.

This suggests that the pharmacist behind it is likely a recluse who doesn't have much contact with the outside market, or a newly promoted pharmacist who received his skills in the wild.

Perhaps—there might be some additional, ancient, inherited recipes.

Una shook her head.

"I don't have the formula. Nor do I have any medicine that isn't available on the market."

She only had basic meditation potions made by the Blue Dragon.

That kind of thing is available everywhere; it's an introductory item for pharmacists, and it's the first lesson for every apprentice learning potions. It's not special at all.

The shopkeeper smiled nonchalantly, and it was unclear whether he believed him or not. He took out a business card from his sleeve and handed it over.

"Then, whenever you have more orders, you can come to me anytime."

Una took the business card and glanced down at it.

The black background with silver lettering and fine gold trim, bearing the name, address, and manager's name of the Blackwood Trading Company.

"Cole."

The design is simple, yet it exudes quality.

She carefully placed the business card into her storage ring, nodded slightly to the shopkeeper, then turned around, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and walked out.

Outside the door, the hustle and bustle of the market surged in once more.