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

The battle was over. Green Tile landed lightly on the ground, shook itself vigorously, and shook off the splattered blood.

She looked down at the gruesome tear in her left wing membrane.

At this moment, the muscles at the edge of the wound are twitching slightly, the dark green blood has stopped flowing out, and pink granulation tissue is growing from the torn tissue at a visible speed, intertwining and healing itself.

The powerful regenerative abilities granted by the Hydra bloodline were on full display. Judging from this trend, it wouldn't be long before it was fully recovered, and it might not even leave any scars.

That's it?

She raised her head, revealing a wide, jagged grin, her smile arrogant and unrestrained.

"It's not powerful enough!"

Motu ignored her smugness.

He walked to the three corpses of the Blood Sand Eagles, skillfully pried open their hard beaks with his claws, and removed the complete beaks with their unique curves and barbs, placing them into the special leather pouch at his waist.

This is a certificate of military merit; one certificate is worth ten points, and three certificates are worth thirty points. It's real hard currency.

"Continue patrolling." He fastened the leather bag.

The two dragons took off again and flew north along the established border.

After flying for a while, the terrain below gradually transitioned from flat swamps to undulating hills and exposed rock walls.

Motu's gaze was suddenly drawn to an unusual reflection on a sunny cliff face.

The luster was not metallic or mineral, but a soft, silvery-white color, as if it had been condensed from moonlight.

He immediately lowered his altitude while focusing his magical perception in that direction.

It was a patch of moss clinging tightly to the surface of the gray-black rock.

It doesn't grow very densely, but each clump is a pure silvery-white color, with leaves as fine as velvet, and a warm, pearly glow under direct sunlight.

A cool and stable magical energy, perfectly in harmony with the properties of moonlight, emanated from it.

Moon shadow moss.

He recognized this light-attribute auxiliary material, which was recorded in the materials section of "Basic Knowledge of Potions".

Relatively rare.

The quartermaster's purchase price isn't low, or you can keep it for your own use.

Upon spotting a high-value target, Motu immediately folded its wings and landed steadily on the rocky platform covered with moonspot moss.

The cliff face was steep, but it was like walking on flat ground for him.

The green tile followed closely behind, squatting on a protruding rock not far away, tilting its head, its emerald green vertical pupils full of curiosity.

She followed the blue dragon's gaze and looked at the striking silver-white color against the gray-black rocks.

"What is this shiny silver thing? It's quite pretty."

She pointed in the distance with the tip of her tail.

"Moonshadow Moss. A potion ingredient."

Motu gave a brief reply, saying that he had already begun observing the growth range and attachment of the moss.

"Potion ingredients?"

Green Tile's ears immediately perked up, like radar shifting: "Is it valuable?"

"It's still worthwhile."

"How much value does it still have?"

She was very inquisitive, showing far more interest in specific numbers than in botanical names.

Motu announced a number of military merit points that made her pupils dilate suddenly.

"So many?!"

She couldn't help but gasp, her gaze returning to the thin layer of moss that looked as if a gust of wind could blow it away, and her expression immediately changed.

She stretched out her paw, tentatively trying to touch the shiny little coins.

"Don't move," Motu's voice rang out just in time.

Green Tile's claws froze in mid-air, then it turned its head in annoyance: "What are you doing? Touching it won't break anything!"

"If the roots are damaged, the medicinal properties will be lost, the value will be greatly reduced, and it may even become ineffective."

Motu explained, his gaze still fixed on the moss.

Green Tile reluctantly withdrew its paws, muttering a few words under its breath, probably complaints about being troublesome, delicate, or stingy.

But she didn't leave. Instead, she squatted down on the rock in a more comfortable position, her tail swinging freely behind her, adopting a "let's see how you do it" attitude.

Motu extended his right claw, and a semi-transparent mage's hand quietly appeared. Instead of grabbing roughly, it transformed into several extremely fine, almost invisible magical threads, gently wrapping around the base of the Moonshadow Moss that was clinging to the rock like a spider web.

He was completely focused, his mental energy highly concentrated, manipulating the magic threads to simulate the direction of roots, peeling the entire clump of moss off the rock surface with extreme slowness and stability, along with a very thin layer of stone skin underneath, which was covered with symbiotic fungi.

No major rhizomes were damaged during the entire process.

"You... you're quite adept at using your invisible hands."

Green Tile watched as the clump of moss was steadily lifted up by an invisible force, remaining intact, and couldn't help but comment, his tone unusually tinged with approval.

Motu didn't respond, but glanced around before turning to Green Tile and instructing:

"Go cut some softer pieces of wood and carve out a box."

The green tile, startled by the call, hesitated for a moment, then, considering the potion's value, reluctantly turned around, swiftly slashing off suitable branches with its claws, muttering as it gnawed and chopped:

"This is such a hassle... I have to make the boxes myself."

Motu remained focused on his work. Once the wooden box was roughly formed, he gestured for her to place a layer of dry, soft straw and fallen leaves on top.

The green tiles were haphazardly covered with grass and trees, their tails swishing impatiently.

"It's such a small thing, and you've spent so much time fussing over it. That's too much trouble."

She couldn't help but complain, "With this energy, I might as well go find a fight; it's quick and satisfying."

Motu carefully used magic to hold the Moonshadow Moss and placed it into the rough wooden box. Then, he covered the surface with a trace of ice magic to keep it fresh at a low temperature and lock in its medicinal properties to the maximum extent.

"You can't get this by fighting."

He calmly stated the facts, his gaze already shifting to the second clump of moonshadow moss, preparing to continue peeling it away.

Green Tile opened its mouth, wanting to refute, but upon closer thought, it seemed... it couldn't refute.

She shut her mouth reluctantly and continued watching.

After watching for a while, those emerald green vertical pupils shifted, and a new idea popped into their heads.

"Um, well..."

She cleared her throat, her tone becoming more 'serious'.

"Look at this desolate wilderness. If you concentrate on gathering herbs here, what if enemies, like Blood Sand Eagles or Shane's scouts, sneak up on us? We need dragons to keep watch, right?"

Motu paused almost imperceptibly as he peeled away the moss.

Based solely on his understanding of the green tiles, the blue dragon could instantly discern the true intention behind this seemingly thoughtful suggestion.

"How many do you want?"

He asked without looking up, skipping all the preamble.

The green tiles grinned, their jagged edges gleaming in the sunlight, giving off a knowing look:

"Thirty percent! That's fair, isn't it? I'll take care of security, you can focus on collecting the data. That's called division of labor!"

"Ten percent." Motu's counter-offer was crisp and decisive.

"Hey! That's too much! 20%! At least 20%! I just made you a wooden box!"

The tail of the green tile slapped against the rock.

"One-tenth." Motu's tone remained completely unchanged.

"One and a half percent! No less than that! Otherwise I'll... I'll really give up!" Green Tile tried to apply pressure.

"One-tenth."

Motu's answer was like a broken record, but his certainty made Green Tile understand that this was the bottom line.

"Okay, okay! Ten percent it is!"

The green tile's tail slammed heavily against the rock with a loud thud, thus concluding this unequal treaty, while muttering under its breath.

"That greedy and stingy blue dragon! A cheapskate, a real miser..."