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

The next morning, Motu went straight to the quartermaster station in the camp.

The quartermaster's office was located on the easternmost side of the camp. It was a building that was slightly larger than a regular stone house and had thicker walls.

A weathered wooden sign hangs at the entrance, with the words "Supplies Exchange Office" carved on it in the common mainland language.

The handwriting is deep, and the edges are eroded by wind and rain, turning white and fuzzy, but it is still clearly legible.

Motu lowered his head slightly and passed through the stone door that seemed rather low to him.

The interior was dimly lit, with a few oil lamps against the wall providing the main illumination.

The space was more spacious than it appeared from the outside. Several rows of heavy wooden shelves stood against the wall, with various supplies arranged in different categories.

Monster cores of varying sizes and luster; bundles of processed, tough animal hides and scales; herbs and minerals in transparent containers; tools shimmering with faint runes; and tightly sealed potion bottles with labels.

There are also some oddly shaped objects with unknown uses.

The air was filled with a mixture of the bitterness of herbs, the coldness of metal, the pungent smell of preservatives, and a certain earthy scent reminiscent of dried moss, creating a unique, stuffy, and complex odor that belonged to the supply warehouse.

Behind the counter, an elderly dragon was looking down, using a magnifying glass to examine a batch of potion materials.

His scales are dark brown with many fine cracks along the edges, like the bark of an old tree that has been repeatedly eroded by time and wind.

A monocle rested on the bridge of his nose, the edge of which was surrounded by a ring of fine runes that shimmered faintly with a blue glow in the candlelight.

His fingers were thin but steady as he patiently examined a dried luminous mushroom from all angles.

Motu walked to the counter, took off the bulging animal skin bag from his waist, and placed it on the heavy wooden counter.

The bag contained the bloodsand eagle beaks that had accumulated over this period, as well as the six clumps of moonshadow moss.

The bird's beak still bore traces of dried blood, which gleamed a dark reddish-brown in the candlelight. The moonshadow moss was enveloped in magic, its silvery-white downy hairs trembling slightly within the magical shield, maintaining its freshness as if it had just been harvested.

The old dragon man raised his head, his vertical pupil behind his monocle glancing at Motu. Without exchanging pleasantries or greetings, he simply pointed with his chin at the animal skin bag on the counter, indicating that he should empty it.

Motu laid out the items one by one.

Blood Sand Eagle beaks, eleven in number. Moon Shadow Moss, six clumps.

Only then did the old dragon man put down the glowing mushroom and magnifying glass, pick up the first bird beak, and bring it to his monocle.

The bird's beak is curved like a hook, with fine barbs along the edges, and it has a dull, matte sheen in the light.

He confirmed it was a Blood Sand Eagle beak, nodded, and placed it on the left side of the counter. He picked up another one. He examined it. He placed it on the left as well.

After checking all the bird beaks, he picked up the moonshadow moss.

The tweezers gently parted the leaves to check the integrity of the roots; the fingertips pinched the leaves to feel their moisture and elasticity; finally, the tweezers were brought close to the monocle for a few seconds of careful examination.

"The beak of a Blood Sand Eagle is worth ten points according to battle merits."

After finishing the inspection, he put down the tweezers, his voice dry and flat, revealing his thorough knowledge of the item's value.

"Moon Shadow Moss, roots well preserved, above average quality. Fifty points per cluster."

Motu quickly calculated in his mind.

The Blood Eagle was killed while patrolling with Green Tile, and according to the default cooperation rules, the military merits should be split equally.

He collected the Moonshadow Moss himself, but Blue Dragon had promised Green Tiles that, based on the so-called vigilance profit-sharing agreement, she would receive 10% of the Moonshadow Moss harvest.

Although the girl hasn't been urging him verbally these days, she's followed him on so many trips and experienced the life-or-death struggle of the hunting party, so she still has to show some appreciation.

"Half of the military merits earned from exchanging the Blood Sand Eagle's beak should be credited to Green Tile's name."

Motu clearly stated,

"Ten percent of the military merits earned from exchanging Moon Shadow Moss will also be allocated to her."

Upon hearing this, the old dragon man paused slightly as he was writing in a thick, worn leather book, and the tip of his pen stopped for a moment.

He glanced at Motu, offered no comment, and added two more lines to the booklet.

A moment later, the other party reported a figure, which was the total amount credited to Motu's personal military merit account after deducting the portion given to Green Tile.

Adding the base points accumulated from the previous few days of patrolling, Motu now possesses 370 military merit points.

Motu checked the information in his mind for a moment, and after confirming that everything was correct, he did not rush to leave.

"I need to exchange for some materials."

He said this while taking out a folded, slightly rough-edged thin animal hide from under a rather concealed scale on the side of his neck.

On the animal hide was a list of materials he had provided based on the blueprints for the Dragon Blood Wand.

Mid-grade dragon blood crystal, rune carving knife, first-tier lightning crystal core, silver thread. Finally, a hundred-year-old thunderwood.

Old Dragon took the list, glanced at the items and the approximate number of military merit points required marked by Mo Tu, and then looked up at Mo Tu's current balance in the booklet.

A quick mental estimate tells me that it's roughly enough, and there might even be a slight surplus.

Without saying much, he turned around, lifted a heavy felt curtain behind the counter, and walked into the warehouse at the back.

Soon, the sounds of wooden crates being rummaged through, shelves being moved, and bottles and jars clattering together could be heard from inside.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the old dragon man emerged from behind the curtain, carrying a dark wooden tray with smooth, worn edges.

Four items were neatly arranged on the tray.

A fist-sized, deep red crystal with a liquid-like luster flowing inside, like a solidified flame.

A silver carving knife with a slender handle covered with densely packed micro-runes, its blade so thin it's almost transparent.

A purple crystal core, about the size of a fingernail, has fine cracks on its surface. Arcs of electricity occasionally flash through the cracks, producing a faint crackling sound.

A spool of silver thread, as thin as a hair, is coiled in a circle on the tray, gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

The old man placed the tray on the counter, pointed to the four items in turn, and quoted prices for each one.

"Dragon Blood Crystal, medium purity, 100 points. Rune Carving Knife, 60 points. First-tier Lightning Crystal Core, 30 points. Silver Thread, 10 points. Total 200 points."

After quoting the price, he paused briefly, his gaze shifting from the list to Motu's face through his monocle.

"As for paulownia wood that is over a hundred years old... the camp warehouse currently has no stock."

"No stock?" This answer surprised Motu.

Thunderwood is not an extremely rare material, especially in the vicinity of the Youshui River basin, where it should be produced.

"This material is frequently used by the wizards at the Tower of Holy Blood."

The old dragonman gently pushed the list back in front of Motu, his tone calm, as if explaining something very ordinary.

"Very little of it is left over."

At this point, his vertical pupils narrowed slightly behind his glasses as his gaze swept over the items on the list once more.

Dragon Blood Crystal, Rune Carving Knife, Lightning Crystal Core, Mithril Thread, Lightning Wood.

This is almost a standard list of core materials used to craft a certain type of basic magical item.

One dragon bloodline, exchanged for these...

Old Man Long didn't voice his doubts; he was too old to bother with such matters.