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

Chapter 88 Persuasion

Following his previous memories, Motu arrived at the secluded stone house on the edge of the camp with practiced ease.

This was the place he had visited once before, the place that belonged to Una.

The dragon girl was not in the house as usual.

She was squatting on a slightly flat stone slab outside the stone house, with a rough linen cloth spread out in front of her.

The cloth was covered with freshly picked blackleaf grass and moonflower grass, still smelling of earth.

Her dark gray scales were covered with fine dust brought back from patrols on the southern front, and her claws hadn't been cleaned, with some black mud particles embedded in her nails.

Una is carefully sorting through the pile of herbs in front of her.

Select those with plump, bright leaves; arrange those with intact roots and excellent appearance neatly; and discard those with damaged leaves...

Those with dull colors or insect damage were gently moved aside.

Her movements were focused and gentle, only slightly slow, with a habitual delicacy.

Twice a week, she would take the collected medicinal herbs and go to the Blackwood Market alone to sell them to the herb vendors in the scattered stalls, earning some extra income to supplement her family's income.

Motu walked over and squatted down beside her, his gaze fixed on her sorting movements.

The blue dragon's relatively large size cast a shadow against the morning light. Una didn't look up, but her fingers visibly stiffened and slowed for a moment, and she held her breath slightly.

"How much do you earn each time you go to the Blackwood Market to sell these raw materials?"

Motu spoke, his voice filled with curiosity.

Una's fingers, which were sorting, stopped.

She was silent for a few seconds before uttering a number in an almost inaudible voice: "Seven—seven silver coins."

The number was so small that Motu unconsciously frowned.

Because he could clearly see that the large basket of sorted herbs in front of Una was not a small quantity.

If calculated per plant, this means that the price of each herb would probably only be worth a single-digit number of copper coins.

However, he had never actually stepped inside the Blackwood Market and was indeed unaware of the specific market conditions for these common herbs.

Based solely on his basic understanding of the value of herbs from Iv1 potions, Motu instinctively felt that the reward was far too meager.

Motu stretched out his claws and picked up a black leaf grass of medium to high quality from the coarse cloth. The grass had intact roots and plump, insect-free leaves.

"How much can a medicinal herb of this quality typically sell for if sold at a stall in the Blackwood Market?"

If sold directly to a traditional Chinese medicine shop, what would the purchase price be?

Una glanced at the grass in his hand and replied softly, "If I set up a stall and sold it by the stalk—it would cost about three copper coins per stalk."

But you have to pay a stall fee, and—you can't necessarily sell out every day.

If you pay the shop directly, they usually only give you two copper coins per plant.

Mo Tu seemed to be deep in thought.

He then took out a bottle of basic meditation potion from his storage ring.

This most basic finished medicine was Matthew's legacy; there were probably three to five bottles in it, but Motu didn't look at it closely.

I don't know if Matthew made it himself or bought it from outside, but the effects should be about the same.

He showed the potion bottle to Una: "So, how much would a bottle of this finished potion sell for at the market?"

Una examined the medicine bottle carefully, seemingly assessing its potential quality. After a moment's thought, she cautiously replied, "It depends on the specific effects—if the effects are stable and the quality is acceptable, generally—one bottle can sell for about one silver coin."

Motu quickly began to calculate in his mind.

Sell ​​raw materials directly; for example, a good quality blackleaf grass can be purchased by the shop for only two copper coins.

Processed into finished potions, a bottle of basic meditation potion can be sold for one silver coin, which is equivalent to one hundred copper coins!

According to the recipe he just exchanged, making such a potion would require about one Blackleaf Grass, along with a small amount of other inexpensive auxiliary materials, such as Black Moss and Moonlight Grass.

The price of a whole plant is almost the same as that of blackleaf grass.

This means that the value of raw materials worth two copper coins can be increased to nearly one hundred copper coins through refining!

Even after deducting the costs of other auxiliary materials, as well as the time, effort, and potential losses during the refining process, the profit margin is still far greater than that of selling raw materials directly!

The added value of products is precisely the core charm of potion-making.

After discovering that this system could theoretically function, Motu gently placed the black leaf grass back on the coarse cloth and looked at Una.

"Don't sell raw materials anymore," he said.

Upon hearing this, Una suddenly raised her head and looked at the blue dragon.

The dark gray scales appeared somewhat dull in the morning light, but they made her deep brown, amber-like vertical pupils appear exceptionally large and bright.

At this moment, there was a hint of unease and tension in his pupils, like a frightened little animal, ready to retreat into its protective shell at any moment.

Seeing that the other party seemed to have some misunderstanding, Motu quickly explained, "I exchanged a basic meditation potion recipe with our camp's quartermaster, and I also have some experience in making potions."

From now on, you will be responsible for collecting the magical plant species corresponding to the recipes, and I will be responsible for refining them into finished potions, which you will then take to the Blackwood Market to sell.

He paused for a moment, then offered a profit-sharing plan: "We will split the profits in half."

Una stared at him intently for several moments, as if confirming the truth of his words.

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the rough fabric on her knees.

"—Too many."

She finally spoke softly, her voice carrying a habitual hesitation, "I gathered the materials, but you did the refining. I—I was just running an errand."

"Running errands is the easiest part to be robbed and the riskiest part."

Motu looked directly into her eyes, his tone earnest, "Without you, I wouldn't be able to get into Blackwood Market at all. No matter how many potions I concoct, I wouldn't be able to turn them into money."

Moreover, that road—is not safe. You're taking a greater risk than I am.

He was telling the truth.

The Blackwood Market explicitly prohibits individuals with dragon bloodlines from entering the trading area.

As a dragon-human, Una is the only person who can legally enter and conduct transactions on his behalf.

The experience of being intercepted by Matthew on the outskirts of the market last time has fully demonstrated the potential dangers of this route.

More importantly, while he stayed at the camp to focus on alchemy, Una had to travel alone, carrying a batch of valuable finished potions, back and forth between the camp and the Blackwood Market in that desolate hilly area where magical beasts often appeared.

Although Motu had only caught a glimpse of the formidable fighting power that Una had revealed in her hidden side, he was not entirely worried about it.

But this is by no means a reason for him to withhold or reduce the compensation the other party deserves.

Una lowered her head again, her gaze falling back to her mud-covered paws, her fingers unconsciously twisting together a few times.

She was gentle by nature, even somewhat timid, not the kind of person who was determined and decisive.

Under Motu's persistent persuasion, her unease and hesitation were gradually replaced by a faint, indescribable sense of trust.

"————Okay. Let's give it a try then."

After a moment, she finally nodded slightly, agreeing to the collaboration.