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

Chapter 98 The Ignorance of Others Brings Their Own Happiness (4k)

A week later, Motu finished refining another batch of potions and set off for Blackleaf Valley for a routine inspection.

He flew in from the direction of the camp and saw from afar that a striking decoration had been added to the iconic huge stone platform at the mouth of the valley.

Several large, crooked engravings, with bold strokes, were deeply engraved on the flat rock wall behind the stone platform!

"Green Tile Valley".

Four large, twisted characters occupy half of the rock face!

Each stroke is as wide as a dragon's claw, and the deepest part cuts into the rock more than an inch deep, with some gravel and powder still attached to the edge!

It was clearly only recently that it was created.

However, perhaps due to limited skill in engraving dragon culture, there are many errors and omissions in just four characters.

The radical of the character "绿" is reversed, the vertical hook of the character "瓦" has an extra loop, and the crooked symbol in the middle is probably "の", but he is not sure.

Motu hovered in mid-air, staring at the graffiti on the rock wall in the style of green tiles, and remained silent for a full three breaths.

Then, he landed at the mouth of the valley with a blank expression.

But the moment he stepped into the valley, the change before his eyes startled him.

The area where blackleaf grass is grown is more than twice the size it was when he last came to hunt the Ironclad Rock Bear!

On the newly reclaimed land, the seedlings are arranged neatly, with the row spacing as even as if measured with a ruler. The weeds have been cleared away, and the soil appears exceptionally soft and fertile.

The moonshine moss that was originally mottled on the rock face now looks as if it has been carefully woven.

The plants spread out and hung down in large swaths, forming a spectacular dark green tapestry that stretched from the rock face halfway down to the damp areas near the valley floor, teeming with life.

What's most surprising are the tiny figures busily working in this field of herbs and moss.

A group of grayish-brown cave rabbits, like well-trained miniature farmers, were scattered in various places, each doing their own job.

Some use their small but powerful front claws to quickly and meticulously loosen the soil;

Some were intently munching on the tender stems of weeds;

Some carefully carried collected fallen leaves and other humus in their mouths, moving back and forth between different areas, seemingly fertilizing or improving the soil.

They are only the size of a dragon's claw, but their movements are exceptionally agile and coordinated, and they seem to have a silent understanding with each other.

Thanks to their innate affinity for underground environments and small plants, as well as their own delicate manipulation abilities.

These cave rabbits are even slightly more efficient at their work than Motu himself.

Green Tile was lying comfortably on her special stone platform, her head resting comfortably on her crossed front paws.

Its thick tail drooped lazily down from the edge of the stone platform, the tip of which would occasionally sway contentedly.

She noticed Motu's landing, lazily raised her eyelids, her emerald green vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and her tone carried the dissatisfaction of being disturbed from her sleep: "You disturbed my sleep."

Motu stood below the stone platform, his gaze slowly sweeping over the orderly and vibrant scene in the valley before finally settling back on the green dragon, giving him a sense of awe at how much he had changed over the past few days.

Ignoring Green Tile's complaints, Blue Dragon squatted down and began to carefully examine the quality of a clump of black leaf grass nearby.

The leaves are thick and glossy, the roots are robust and well-developed, the veins are clear and strong, and there are no signs of insect damage or mold.

An invisible mage's hand materialized, and he gently turned a blade of grass over to examine the underside of its leaves.

The fine, even white down is intact, indicating that its growth cycle is complete and it has not experienced the stress of lack of water, sun exposure, or malnutrition.

It's quite heavy, about 20% heavier than the same type of blackleaf grass that grows naturally in the wild!

Several cave rabbits that were loosening the soil nearby noticed the blue dragon with an even stronger aura. Their ears perked up warily, and their movements showed a moment of hesitation and fear.

But soon, a few slightly larger rabbits, who looked like overseers or foremen, came over, stretched out their tiny paws, and touched the other's ears.

Soon, the cave rabbits, which had initially shown some fear, seemed to stop being afraid and continued to loosen the soil with their heads down.

These cave rabbit leaders seemed to reassure their companions in their own way, signaling them to continue working.

The affairs of the dragons are none of their concern, these weaker relatives. They only need to do their own job.

"You collected them?" Motu straightened up, pointed to the group of busy cave rabbits, and asked in surprise.

"They came to me on their own!"

Noticing the blue dragon's amazement, Green Tile's tone immediately became filled with undisguised pride, and its tail swished triumphantly. "I chased away those nasty gnolls, and now they acknowledge me as their leader!"

She recounted the events of the past few days with great enthusiasm.

From the discovery of the cave rabbits to the jackal hunting them, the old rabbits voluntarily offered moonshine moss roots as "tribute".

Then, with a roar like a dragon, she terrified the jackals and drove them away completely.

Finally, when he talked about carving the four earth-shattering characters "Green Tile Valley" on the rock face, his voice was almost overflowing with pride.

"Their cultivation techniques seem quite good." Motu looked around at the well-organized medicinal fields and tundra.

"I told them to plant it!"

Green Tile proudly claimed the credit, "Doesn't that girl Una come here every day to dig for blackleaf grass? I let them plant it, they dig it up, we gather it into a pile, sort it out, and then give it directly to that girl, saving her the trouble of running all over the mountains every day!"

Motu nodded slightly.

He never expected that Green Tile, who usually seemed carefree and thoughtless, would actually have the heart to take good care of that thin dragon girl.

"This is an easy way."

Green Tile concluded, her tone brimming with satisfaction at her brilliant decision, "Now, that girl doesn't need my help when she's gathering things; they take care of everything perfectly on their own!"

Motu stood up and turned his gaze once again to the group of cave rabbits busily moving between the tundra and the medicinal fields.

Among them was an old rabbit, the largest in size, with grayish-white fur and a scar on its ear, who was now squatting knowingly beside a clump of particularly lush black grass.

It gently parted the outer leaves with its front paws, carefully checking the growth of the roots and the moisture of the soil, while passing on its experience to the smaller rock rabbit squatting beside it.

Just by looking at his posture, he resembled a seasoned agronomist.

Blue Dragon watched from a distance for a while, muttering to himself.

If potion-growing skills had levels, this big rabbit might be level 2.

Looking at this scene, Motu quickly went through in his mind the new supply chain process that might be built as a result.

The cave rabbits are responsible for the initial planting and processing of the magic potions, such as loosening the soil, fertilizing, weeding, harvesting, and sorting.

Una or Green Tile act as transporters, responsible for efficiently and reliably delivering the high-quality raw materials after initial processing from Black Leaf Valley.

As the producer of the entire supply chain, I am responsible for the core deep processing link, refining raw materials into high-value-added finished potions.

Una is in charge of the final sales, delivering the finished potions to the Blackwood Market to convert them into funds or resources.

Each has its own role, and everything is interconnected.

A relatively closed, self-sustaining and optimizing, efficient and stable complete supply chain cycle.

The outline was already clearly sketched out before his eyes.

"Is the production of raw materials here stable?" Motu suddenly asked, interrupting Green Tile's boasting.

Green Tile's face froze, a blank expression appearing on his face, clearly not knowing the answer to the question.

She quickly turned her head and let out a soft call towards the old rabbit chieftain who was teaching the tribe planting techniques in the distance.

Upon hearing the sound, the old rabbit quickly trotted over, squatted down below the stone platform, raised its dark red vertical pupils, and quietly awaited instructions.

Green Tile pointed to Motu, then to the lush field of black leaf grass, conveying the question in the simplest way she could.

The old rabbit's ears twitched alertly, as if trying to understand the question, and then it nodded firmly.

"It says yes," Green Tile translated, his tone regaining some confidence.

"And its condition?" Motu pressed.

Old Rabbit nodded again.

"How come it has consistently maintained such a good condition?"

This time, the old rabbit hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding, but the speed and force of the nod were noticeably less decisive than before.

Green Tile added, "It says it can maintain this quality most of the time, but—in winter, growth slows down and yields decrease somewhat."

Motu tilted his head and thought for a moment.

There are still several months until the cold winter.

By then, his Potions Apprentice quest would have been completed long ago.

There's nothing to worry about, and it won't affect his core plans.

So the blue dragon stopped paying too much attention to this and, feeling relieved, became relaxed and comfortable.

Motu walked up to the rock wall where the words "calligraphy treasure" were carved, his gaze falling on the four crooked characters.

"The word is written incorrectly," he pointed out calmly.

"Where did I go wrong?" Green Tile immediately retorted, his vertical pupils widening.

Blue Dragon pointed out the typos he had noticed as soon as he flew over.

The green tile suddenly sprang out from the crack in the rock, stood in front of the cliff, tilted its head, and examined it carefully for a while.

Although the Dragon Nest Legion, under Lady Olpesie's command, provides all dragonbloods under Mordor with a basic continental education in their early years.

Even frost embryos that have not yet awakened their dragon bloodline inheritance will be regarded as part of the dragon's nest army and will learn a lot of invaluable knowledge under the training of dragon instructors.

However, how much one can actually learn largely depends on an individual's intellectual talent and level of dedication.

Green Tile, on the other hand, is clearly the one that wasn't put into much effort; it's practically a semi-illiterate, academically challenged product.

The green dragon, unable to see the error pointed out by the blue dragon, finally shook its head impatiently.

She flicked her tail and said, "That's enough! Everyone can recognize this as my territory anyway!"

Mo Tu was speechless for a moment.

But it's really not an important thing, and there's no need to dwell on these trivial details.

After finishing their business, the two dragons remained quiet on the stone platform for a while.

"Iron Bones".

Green Tile suddenly spoke again, its voice carrying a strange tone.

"Um?"

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Blue Dragon, who had gotten up and was planning to return home, turned back in surprise.

The green dragon suddenly became hesitant: "Does this count? I mean, does this mean I have a familiar?"

Although he didn't understand why the other side was suddenly displaying such a pretentious attitude, Motu glanced around at the group of cave rabbits diligently working in the valley, thought for a moment, and nodded, "Fine!"

Upon hearing Blue Dragon's affirmative words, Green Tile's tail swayed gently behind it.

"Will my bloodline increase a little because I've subdued my followers?"

The true intentions were revealed when the truth was revealed, so Mo Tu stopped his departure.

He looked at her.

Green Tile didn't look at him when she asked that question; her vertical pupils were only fixed on the group of busy cave rabbits.

The tone was very casual, as if asking about a very ordinary little thing.

But Motu noticed that the tail behind her, which had been swaying gently, suddenly stopped.

All those bulging thoughts about "subduing subordinates" and "bloodline advancement" were firmly suppressed under her feigned casual tone.

For the vast majority of dragon bloodline frost embryos on this continent, increasing their bloodline concentration and striving to advance to become true dragons is an obsession almost etched into their very bones.

The same was true for the previous Shark White, and the same is true for the current Green Dragon.

"have no idea."

Motu looked at her and answered truthfully, then paused for a moment before adding, "But—it's possible."

Green Tile responded with an "Oh".

The voice was flat and indifferent.

Then, her tail, which had just stopped moving, began to wag gently and rhythmically again.

The amplitude was very small and the speed was very slow, like some kind of "happiness" that was being carefully released and quietly leaked out from the tip of the tail.

In fact, what Mo Tu didn't say was that the Dragon People instructors had already made it clear in the early mainland general education courses.

Without awakening the true dragon bloodline, these frost-born dragon bloodlines cannot establish a formal "dragon contract" with their subordinate clans that carries the force of dragon laws.

The so-called Dragon Contract is a binding relationship that can directly enhance bloodline power and deeply bind and strengthen it.

For example, evolving one's kobold tribe into dragon-blooded kobolds.

Strictly speaking, the current relationship between Green Tile and Stone Hole Rabbit does not qualify them as true blood relatives.

It is more like an exchange of benefits based on mutual understanding and the principle of mutual benefit between the two parties.

The cave rabbits provide the green tiles with herb cultivation and harvesting services, while the green tiles provide the cave rabbits with safe haven and repel predators.

Without the binding force of a bloodline contract, if a powerful enemy were to attack one day, the Stone Cave Rabbits might run away if they felt that the Green Dragon could no longer control the situation.

It's not impossible that they might even turn against their master in the heat of battle.

They would never fight to the death for their dragon lord, shedding their last drop of blood, like the clans that have made blood pacts with the true dragon.

but----

Motu looked at Greenvana, whose profile, though feigning composure, betrayed a hint of smugness and pleasure at the tip of its tail.

All these cold realities and potential risks seem insignificant at this moment.

Let her be happy for a while.

Ignorance has its own kind of happiness.