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

Chapter 90 Selling

Three days later, at the Kuroki Market, in the open-air market area.

Una spread out the coarse cloth in the familiar corner by the wall and neatly arranged the eight newly made bottles of basic meditation potions, along with the five remaining bottles from before.

Not long after the stall opened, a familiar figure hurriedly walked over from the direction of the market entrance.

It was the same young wizard apprentice who had bought several bottles of potion three days ago.

His old, faded apprentice robe was still thin, and the cuffs were worn even more badly.

But now his steps were light and hurried, completely devoid of the last time's unease and hesitation, his brows filled with an irrepressible eagerness.

The other person rushed to the stall, squatted down, and stared intently at the medicine on the cloth. After seeing the handwritten label, a glint of light suddenly appeared in their eyes.

"These basic meditation potions, still at the same price as last time? Seventy percent?"

Una nodded gently, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the coarse cloth, still speaking little.

The boy's voice suddenly rose, urgent and determined: "Then I want three bottles this time—no, five bottles!"

Before he finished speaking, several more figures appeared behind him.

The apprentices wore identical old and worn-out robes, with varying degrees of damage to the collars and cuffs.

He was clearly a poor, low-level apprentice.

Like a school of fish that have caught the scent of prey, the group swarmed around them instantly.

They squatted together in front of the simple stall, their eyes fixed on the medicines that were not packaged in fancy packaging but were simply held in glass bottles.

"So this is the good stuff Erwin was talking about? Is the effect of this potion really comparable to the standard meditation potion from the potion workshop?"

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"You bought a bottle from Erwin the other day, so tell me how effective it is? How much does it speed up your meditation? How long does the effect last? Are there any side effects?"

"I only secretly followed Erwin here because it has no magical backlash, provides a real boost, and is cheap!"

"Well, Alvin, you were hiding your supply channels when we asked you before, but now we've finally caught you!"

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"Boss, how much is this? Is it a fixed price?"

These newly arrived people surrounded the dragon girl's small stall.

A cacophony of voices rose and fell, interspersed with banter, questions, and complaints among classmates and apprentices.

The young wizard apprentice, known as Erwin, who was the first to appear in these words, was stunned on the spot.

Faced with these potential new customers, the dragon girl held her breath slightly, kept her head down, and forced herself to calm down.

Una's soft yet clear voice slowly rang out as she answered everyone's questions in an orderly manner.

She was noticeably more composed than she was three days ago.

Meanwhile, Erwin, whose secret was exposed by his companion, initially felt shocked but eventually calmed down.

He carefully counted out three silver coins from his empty pocket, along with some copper coins, and solemnly placed them on the coarse cloth, saying firmly, "I want five bottles."

With him taking the lead, the other apprentices also joined in.

The tall, thin apprentice decisively bought two bottles, while the apprentice with a haggard face and sunken cheeks gritted his teeth and bought three bottles.

In just fifteen minutes, all thirteen bottles of basic meditation potion sold out at such a low price.

Una gripped the cloth bag, now quite heavy and filled with silver coins, so tightly that her knuckles turned slightly white.

Her hands were still trembling slightly, a mixture of disbelief and a faint joy at the first taste of a thriving business!

Not far away, at a fixed stall in a better location near the market entrance, Gray was slowly and methodically arranging his goods.

All the potions he sold had exquisite, colorful labels, and the bottles were engraved with simple, constant-temperature storage runes.

They have always looked down on the cheap, poorly made goods sold in the street market, with their sophisticated packaging and attractive appearance.

On ordinary days, he would habitually glance around to observe the business of fellow vendors and secretly assess potential competitors.

But when his gaze inadvertently swept over the secluded stall in the corner, his movements of arranging medicines suddenly froze, his steps halted, and his expression instantly solidified.

The unassuming dragon girl's stall was surrounded by apprentices, bustling with activity, clearly a scene of intense trading.

Gray squinted and immediately recognized the group of people gathered around.

They were all notoriously poor apprentices from nearby low-level academies, so penniless that they would hesitate for ages even for the cheapest potions he offered.

A barely perceptible hint of gloom crept onto Gray's face, and the corners of his mouth habitually twitched downwards, revealing an expression that was a mixture of disdain and slight annoyance.

"Hmph, these are just some crude, handmade medicines, only good enough to fool these poor apprentices who can't afford the real thing."

He lowered his voice and muttered to himself, trying to comfort himself and suppress the discomfort in his heart.

After saying that, he deliberately turned his head away and quickened his movements as he sorted the medicine, trying to ignore the commotion over there and refocus his attention on his own stall.

The more he tried to avoid it, the more his peripheral vision would wander uncontrollably toward that corner where everything was sold out.

The bottle was simple, the workmanship was rough, and there were no constant temperature storage runes or proper packaging. At first glance, it looked completely unremarkable.

Yet this cheap and low-quality medicine is now being snapped up by a group of apprentices.

A pebble thrown into a lake creates ripples.

An indescribable sense of astonishment, mixed with a faint feeling of crisis, quietly took root and spread in Gray's heart.

These crudely made handmade reagents—actually have repeat customers?

After the sixth batch of meditation potions sold out again, Una asked Akino, the vice-captain of the mixed defense team, for five days' leave. After telling Motu, she went home briefly.

When she returned to the camp, Motu was squatting on a relatively flat open space outside the barracks, taking stock of the materials she had collected.

He spread out the bundles of black moss and moonflower according to their quality, such as the plumpness of the leaves and the integrity of the roots.

An invisible magical perception, like a precision probe, carefully examines the minute details of each herb, while a translucent mage's hand deftly assists, gathering the selected high-quality materials together.

Although lacking human dexterity, the efficiency is surprisingly high with the aid of magic.

Una quietly walked over, squatted down beside him, remained silent for a moment, and then naturally began to help him sort and organize the scattered materials.

"How are things at home?"

Motu asked casually while continuing his work.

Una's fingers, which were sorting through the plants, paused slightly on a black leaf grass with particularly lush roots.

She lowered her head, and her dark gray scales shimmered with a delicate, slightly frosted matte sheen in the soft morning sunlight.

"Mother's cough is much better."

Her voice was still soft, but compared to her usual almost whispered murmur, it carried a subtle warmth and relaxation. "After she fell ill a while ago, she's been coughing on and off—"

The local shaman diagnosed me before, saying that old injuries accumulated in my body in my early years had caused a buildup of cold energy, and that I needed to take warming and conditioning medicines regularly.

She paused, her tone tinged with a hint of past helplessness and bitterness: "Before—I only had enough money to buy one dose occasionally. I would only use a bottle when my mother's cough became so severe that she couldn't sleep all night."

As she spoke, she carefully took out a small, empty, dark green medicine bottle from the cloth bag she carried with her.

There were still some dried, dark green dregs at the bottom of the bottle.

The exquisite label on the bottle bears a badge that Blue Dragon doesn't recognize, but which clearly belongs to a certain brand or established name.

This is a product from a well-known, expensive old apothecary's shop in the Kuroki Market.

"This time, I brought three doses back with me."

Una's voice was calm and gentle. "I also left some money for my neighbor's second uncle's family, asking them to invite that witch doctor to come to their house for a follow-up visit after some time."

She carefully put the empty bottle away, her fingers lingering unconsciously on its cool surface for a moment, as if trying to feel the warmth brought about by the tangible change.

"It must have been the medicine I brought back that worked. When I left, my mother's cough and wheezing had lessened a lot, and she was able to sleep through the night."

She looked up, her dark gray vertical pupils gleaming faintly in the morning light, carrying a clarity that came from the weight of a burden lifted. "She—told me to take care of myself while I'm out there, not to work so hard."

After saying this, Una lowered her head again and continued sorting the black leaves in her hands.

Her movements remained meticulous and thorough.

First, check the integrity of the roots, then examine the color and fullness of the leaves, and then place them steadily in the corresponding positions according to their quality grade.

This time, however, her fingers pressed down and placed the objects with greater stability and strength than ever before.

The movements showed less hesitation and timidity, and more certainty of control over life.

Motu didn't say much, only nodded slightly. He quickly gathered and packed the sorted materials, then stood up.

"Tomorrow, go to the southern route again to collect some medicinal herbs."

He looked at Una, his tone as usual, "The reserves of Blackleaf Grass are running low."

"Okay," Una replied immediately, her voice crisp.

On the night they returned to camp.

In her small stone hut on the edge of her camp, Una lit a dim oil lamp.

She carefully took out a brand-new letter from the cloth bag she always carried with her.

Carefully pull out the folded letter inside and slowly unfold it.

On the paper was neat, slightly immature handwriting: "Sister, I've been keeping up with the potion-making class lately. Instructor Lero praised my technique for improving a lot!"

Who knows—I might actually pass the academy's exams and become a distinguished potion maker!

"Sister! You're not a wizard, so you might not understand, but potion makers are highly respected in our Holy Blood Tower Academy!"

Many people are willing to pay a high price to buy the potions they produce!

This job—can make money! You can make tons of money!

Una's gaze lingered on the words "You can make money! You can make lots and lots of money!" for a long time.

She knew that her younger brother, Karano, used to be unable to afford enough practice materials, so he could only watch others practice repeatedly in practical classes while he silently memorized the key points.

And now—the money his sister sent back was enough for him to buy those practice materials that he had previously hesitated to buy.

Upon seeing the description of "Potion Maker" below, the corners of her mouth involuntarily curved upwards slightly, revealing a smile that was a mixture of relief, pride, and a hint of mischief.

How could she not understand the potion maker her brother mentioned?

Right now, isn't I, his older sister, personally selling those refined magic potion reagents in the Blackwood Market?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but compare it to the meager income she had when she could only sell plants that were raw materials for potions.

Hard-earned profits.

And the vastly different, substantial returns that come from selling finished pharmaceutical products today.

Yes! My brother is right.

This profession is indeed very lucrative.

My younger brother's judgment is indeed excellent; he has great foresight.

Her fingers gently turned the letter to the back.

At the very bottom of the letter, there was another line of text, written in slightly smaller font and with ink that was noticeably lighter than the previous lines.

The handwriting was hesitant and uncertain, with several characters clearly showing signs of multiple alterations and erasures, revealing the writer's unspoken struggle: "Next month, the experimental project will move to a deeper level, and the required material costs will be about 30% higher than this month. It is estimated that it will require two hundred silver coins."

Una held her breath almost imperceptibly for a moment.

She stared at that line of text for a very long time.

The dim oil lamp flame flickered and swayed slightly as the night wind seeped in through the window cracks, casting her silent figure onto the rough, cold stone wall behind her, creating a long, still silhouette.

Finally, she carefully folded the letter back to its original creases, slowly put it back into the innermost layer of her cloth bag, and placed it close to her body.

Then she blew out the oil lamp.

In the darkness, she opened her eyes and stared at the indistinct stone slabs above her.

All I could hear was the rustling of the night wind blowing through the reeds outside the window, and my own steady yet slightly heavy heartbeat.

After a very long time, she slowly closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.

the next day.

Una set off for the southern patrol area to collect materials a full hour earlier than usual.

Motu stood at the entrance of the barracks, watching her slender yet exceptionally upright figure walk briskly along the familiar path.

Her hind paws left a series of clear footprints in the damp morning soil.

The morning light outlined her silhouette.

Those shoulders, which used to be habitually slightly hunched inwards and seemed somewhat timid, were now a little straighter than before.