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

Across from the blue dragon, Qiuye stared at Motu for several seconds, herb scrolls held between his fingers, forgotten to smoke, smoke rising from the burning end and spreading between the two.

Motu remained silent.

He didn't know how much Akino, as the vice-captain, had figured out.

The initial steps of the Blood Moon Meditation Technique are not particularly noticeable, but wizards have a far greater perception of magic than ordinary people, especially among those who practice the same meditation method, the resonance of their auras is almost impossible to conceal.

Fortunately, Akino did not ask any further questions.

She took the cigarette out of her mouth, tapped the ash on the rock, then pulled a thin booklet from her sleeve and handed it over.

"The Wizarding Basics"

She said, her tone returning to its usual lazy manner.

"It records the daily practice of meditation, the basic application of mental power, and a very basic detection skill: magic perception."

Motu took the booklet and flipped open the cover with his fingertips.

The paper was yellowed and the edges were curled, as if it had been turned many times. The handwriting inside was neat but not fancy, indicating it was a handwritten copy, with some simple diagrams drawn in some places.

"Magic perception will be very helpful for our patrol duties as a support team. It will make tracking prey and alerting for enemy activity much easier in the future."

Akino said,

"Consider this booklet a small perk for new members joining our auxiliary defense team. Take it home and read it first, then come ask me if you have any questions."

Motu nodded, closed the booklet, and tucked it into the gap between the scales to keep it safe.

"Thanks."

"What are you thanking me for?"

Akino stood up and dusted off his robe.

"You're part of the team, so it's only right that I teach you these things. Besides, if you die on the border because you can't detect enemy activity, I'll have to spend time training new recruits, which is a hassle."

After she finished speaking, she walked towards the direction of the camp.

After taking a few steps, he stopped and turned his head to the side.

"By the way, regarding the daily practice of the Blood Moon Meditation Method, run it three times before going to sleep every day. No more, no less. Too much will harm your spirit, and too little will be useless."

"……good."

Akino waved his hand and walked away without looking back.

The morning light surged in from the east, turning the thin mist on the river golden.

Motu squatted down beside the rock, opened the booklet again, and quickly browsed through it.

The principle behind magical perception is not complicated.

He projected his mental energy outward, extending it like tentacles to sense the magical fluctuations, biological auras, and elemental traces in the surrounding environment.

The range is not large; for beginners, the effective radius is about ten to twenty steps, but it can be gradually expanded as proficiency increases.

However, today is my first day at the company, and there should be a lot to do, so Lanlong doesn't plan to take a closer look here.

He put the booklet away and got up to walk towards his post.

After breakfast, Akino gathered the team members in an open area outside the camp.

Rowling was not present.

"The captain went to the border outpost early this morning to handle some matters."

Akino spoke succinctly, a newly lit herbal scroll between his fingers, wisps of smoke drifting in the morning breeze.

"I'll arrange today's patrol."

Green Tile perched on a weathered rock about half a person's height, idly poking at the sand and the few ants crawling by with the tip of its tail.

She always seems to have inexhaustible energy and needs to find something to sharpen her claws.

Una huddled in the shadows at the edge of the clearing, almost hiding herself. Her head was down, her dark vertical pupils staring at the ground, and her slender fingers were nervously twisting together.

Inigo stood further away from everyone, arms crossed, expressionless.

Akino walked to the center of the open space, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and then slowly exhaled.

The grayish-white smoke blurred her expression for a moment, but also made her voice sound exceptionally clear.

"Today's patrol groups."

Her gaze, like a searchlight, swept across everyone's face in turn, finally settling on the blue dragon and the green dragon on the rock.

"You two will be in a group. The route is the northern route, from the edge of the Darkwater Swamp to the outskirts of Blackwood Market. Green Tile, your main task this time is to help Motu familiarize himself with the route and get acquainted with our daily work."

The green tile suddenly stopped poking the tip of the ant's tail.

She raised her head, her jagged lips parted slightly, revealing a hint of reluctant surprise:

"Me? Mentoring a newbie?"

"What, you have a problem with that?" Akino raised an eyebrow, his deep brown vertical pupils glancing over.

"……without."

The green tiles trailed off, reluctantly pulling their tails out of the soil, flicking them in the air, and kicking up a few specks of mud.

She jumped off the rock, walked a few steps to Motu, nudged him lightly with her elbow, and grinned:

"Did you hear that, Iron Bones? Stay close, the road to the north is tough, if you fall behind I won't bother coming back to get you."

Akino stopped looking at them and turned his gaze to the corner: "Una, Inigo."

The girl whose name was called trembled almost imperceptibly, nearly shrinking into a ball. Inigo, in the distance, remained unresponsive.

"You will take the southern route. From the river bend and shallows to the edge of the deadwood forest, pay close attention to any movement on the opposite bank, especially any unusual energy fluctuations and suspicious signs of crossing the river."

Akino's tone was flat, but it carried an undeniable sense of command.

"Um."

Una's voice was so faint it was like a mosquito's buzz, almost disappearing into the wind as soon as it was uttered.

Inigo merely nodded very slightly in response, remaining as silent as a block of wood.

"My captain and I have other missions."

Akino put the cigarette back in his mouth.

"If you encounter a situation that you can't resolve, quickly run back to the camp and alert the neighboring military units for assistance. Don't try to tough it out."

Remember, we are just a support force.

She paused, glanced at the blue dragon, and added:

"Most of the time, it's just small stuff here: adventurers and hunting parties smuggling across the kingdom's border, bloodline creations that occasionally escape from the Holy Blood Tower, and scouts that the Kingdom of Shane sometimes sends out."

We can solve this internally.

A truly major battle, a full-scale invasion by the Knights Templar, is something that might only happen once every few years. So there's no need to worry too much.

Motu thought for a moment, then raised his paw: "How do we contact the camp from the outside?"

Akino gestured towards the center of the camp.

There stood a stone pillar, about the height of a person, with a fist-sized dark red stone inlaid at the top.

The stone was covered with runes, which shimmered faintly in the morning light.

"This is also a beacon stone. It comes from the same source as the one I gave you before, like a main body and a branch, only with more functions and uses."

Akino explained,

"When an abnormal situation occurs, the people in the camp activate it with magic. It will change the color of the light and the vibration frequency according to the operation of us permanent personnel, and synchronize it to the sub-beacon stones we each carry."

A Level 1 beacon fire indicates an anomaly that requires attention.

Level 2 indicates that there is a formidable enemy that needs to be dealt with, and support needs to be provided immediately.

Level three indicates a large-scale enemy invasion, requiring all forces to assemble and prepare for battle, and will also automatically alert friendly forces.

Motu opened his mouth as if to ask something else, but Green Tile had already impatiently jumped off the rock, shook its scales, and its three tails swished loudly behind it.

"Alright, alright, we already knew about this. Let's go, it'll be dark soon if we don't leave now."

She spread her wings, took a few running steps, and soared into the air.

The dark green membrane wings were almost transparent in the sunlight, and the bone spurs at the edges gleamed with a cold light.

She circled once in the air and shouted at Motu:

"Get up here! What are you standing there for!"

Motu looked up at this guy who seemed to be missing a screw in his head, a hint of helplessness on his face, but he didn't say anything more, just took a deep breath.

He spread his wings.

The dark blue membranous wings spread out from both sides of the shoulder blades, with a wingspan more than twice as wide as the blue dragon's body.

The morning light fell on the membrane, illuminating the fine vein patterns clearly.

Motu took a few running steps, pushed off with his hind legs, and pressed his wings down—

His body suddenly rose into the air.

The stone houses, low walls, and beacon stones on the ground shrank instantly.

The wind rushed in from all directions, seeping into the gaps between the scales, making it feel cool.

The reed marshes transformed into a golden sea, the river into a silver ribbon, and the distant hills resembled the folds of the earth, stretching layer upon layer towards the horizon.

Motu's tail automatically adjusted its angle to balance its center of gravity.

Every flap of its wings was perfectly timed; ascent, turning, hovering—every movement was as precise as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

Basic combat flight experience.

It had been dormant inside Motu's body, but it has now been activated.