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

Chapter 99 This is how you ruined the market!

The stable and efficient output of Blackleaf Valley has completely changed Motu's original refining rhythm.

The shortage of raw materials is no longer a bottleneck restricting him.

A clear and complete supply chain has been established and is now operating efficiently.

Upstream is the Blackleaf Valley Plantation, guarded by Green Tiles and meticulously managed by the Stone Cave Rabbit clan, which continuously produces plants that are the raw materials for magic potions.

Midway up is Motu's barracks stone house, which serves as the core crafting workshop for producing basic meditation potions.

Downstream, Una has a fixed stall in the Kuroki Market's scattered stall area, where she acts as a sales terminal to extract wealth and profits.

Once this supply chain was fully operational, supported by the Blue Dragon's abundant magic, Motu's refining efficiency once again experienced a qualitative leap.

The cave rabbits harvest the freshest and best-looking batch of blackleaf grass and other materials every morning without fail.

Before noon, it had already been completely consumed by Motu's cauldron and stone bowl, turning into a clear, light blue liquid.

The weekly production of basic meditation potions jumped from a few bottles at the beginning to more than a dozen bottles, and then steadily exceeded twenty bottles!

Due to proficiency issues, the success rate of drug production has steadily increased from around 60% initially, until it has stabilized at an astonishing 90% or more!

The blackleaf grass carefully cultivated by the cave rabbits has a stable and excellent quality. The medicinal liquid made from it is also half a grade higher than similar products on the market in terms of clarity, purity and stability.

The shipping frequency changed from once every three days to once a day.

Una brought more and more potions from the camp to the Blackwood Market, and the cloth bag containing money at her waist became heavier and heavier.

The sound of silver coins mingling with the crisp clinking of copper coins was dense and pleasant.

This even made the Blue Dragon consider whether to purchase an additional storage ring as a means of transport for the dragon girl, so as to avoid flaunting his wealth and attracting unwanted attention.

Alternatively, you could take out your own storage ring and let the other person use it first.

Although the ring seized from Matthew is the most basic model, with an internal space of only one cubic meter, it still sells for a full five gold coins on the market.

Blue Dragon still doesn't know how that guy could afford that ring, even though he looked like he was dirt poor.

Meanwhile, in the scattered stalls area of ​​the Kuroki Market, Una's stall finally gained a firm foothold.

Thanks to its consistent and stable supply and excellent quality, Una's stall has gradually built up a stable base of repeat customers.

The young wizard apprentice, Erwin, came once a week without fail, and each time he bought five bottles.

A thin boy with acne on his face comes every three days, buys two bottles, and shares them with his younger brother.

The old apprentice, with his gray hair and shabby clothes, would come once a month, trembling, to buy a bottle. He would always stand in front of the stall first, carefully unscrew the cap, and taste a small sip with great reverence. Only after confirming that it was safe would he stuff the rest into the innermost pocket of his body as if it were a treasure.

Una's stall location, without anyone noticing, slowly moved half an inch from that secluded corner right against the wall towards a slightly more crowded area.

It wasn't that she deliberately squeezed in; rather, the crowd gathered in front of her stall naturally pushed her to that slightly more conspicuous position.

There are no fixed stall numbers or leases in the open-air market area. Whoever is more popular and has more customers will have the surrounding stall owners subconsciously give up some space.

Because there are too many people here, you're crowding others. When others find it too crowded, they'll naturally move to the side.

Gray stood behind his usual stall, which was in a prime location and filled with a dazzling array of colorful potions, tidying up his merchandise as always.

His movements were slow and meticulous.

Each bottle of medicine must be wiped clean with a soft cloth, the label must be aligned correctly, then step back, squint, and examine the overall display effect.

This is a habit he has maintained for over a decade, repeating it every day without fail.

After finishing tidying up the last bottle of medicine, his gaze habitually swept across the entire stall area.

Then, the frame freezes.

Gray noticed that some of his regular customers hadn't come in a long time.

Meanwhile, in front of the dragon girl's simple stall in the corner, three wizard apprentices were queuing up!

Three!

Gray unconsciously clenched the worn-out rag in his hand, twisting it into a stiff ball.

Among the many customers the dragon girl had previously been, he recognized several familiar faces.

They were all regulars at his stall!

Unlike the impoverished apprentices who could only afford the cheapest potions, this was the kind of ordinary customer with a certain budget who would repeatedly compare and choose between his stall and the several mid-priced stalls next to it.

They used to come occasionally and buy a bottle that would last them a week.

Now, they went straight to that bare stall, without even comparing it to anything else!

He remembered the beautifully dressed middle-aged witch apprentice.

She used to come every four or five days to buy two bottles of intermediate meditation potion. She didn't talk much and never bargained.

Later, she passed by his stall, glanced at it briefly, and didn't stop walking.

Gray called her name, but she waved and whispered something he didn't hear.

And there's that gray-haired old apprentice in line.

He couldn't afford Gray's potion before, so he would always stand in front of the stall looking at it again and again, asking the price several times, and each time he would awkwardly smile and say, "Next time, next time for sure."

Gray didn't really pay attention to him back then.

This kind of wizarding apprentice, whose potential is exhausted at first glance, will never become a formal wizard even if given another ten years or so. He is just stubbornly continuing to meditate because he is unwilling to accept his fate.

Low-level wizard apprentices who are unaware of reality and have no money are not his target customers.

But then one day, the old apprentice stood up from his stall in the corner, clutching a plain bottle of undecorated potion.

The other person, with a slightly excited look on their face as if they had found a treasure, slowly walked back.

As I passed Gray's stall, I paused and glanced at him.

That look inexplicably made Gray feel uneasy, and he remembered that scene.

Gray didn't want to admit that these changes were related to the dragon girl next door.

But each time his gaze swept over Una's increasingly bustling stall, the habitually smug smile on his lips grew flatter and flatter, eventually pursing into a tight, straight line.

She has more and more repeat customers.

He has fewer and fewer familiar faces on his side.

These things don't suddenly disappear in a day; they're like fine sand held in your hand, silently slipping through your fingers on seemingly ordinary days.

By the time he finally noticed this, one ring of sand had already disappeared.

That day, while organizing the medicine, Gray unconsciously picked up the same bottle, put it down, and straightened it, repeating the same action three times.

He was daydreaming.

He had also secretly bought a bottle of the basic meditation potion sold at the other stall through someone else.

The refining wasn't particularly exquisite, but its medicinal effects were almost identical to his.

But the key thing is the price, which is surprisingly much cheaper!

It's almost at his own cost price!

He wondered: Where did that girl get this kind of product from?

How could a newly established street vendor from the Dragon Kingdom, with no power or influence, possibly have such a stable and cheap supply channel?

He couldn't figure it out.

But based on basic business acumen, he didn't ask.

Even if you ask him, he doesn't think the other person will tell you. This kind of thing is considered a core secret for any stall owner.

He deliberately slowed his pace as he passed Una's stall, pretending to look at the goods at the next stall, but his eyes were fixed on the simple, unadorned labels of those plain medicines.

Although the handwriting was neat and tidy, with a touch of feminine elegance, it was still a handwritten label after all.

The bottle was just an ordinary, cheap glass bottle, not the kind of specially made potion bottle from a workshop that was sourced through legitimate channels and had a constant temperature storage function.

He let out a loud snort through his nose, a sound only he could hear, and then strode away.

That snort didn't sound like disdain; rather, it sounded more like some kind of irritability and vague anxiety that he was unwilling to admit.

"Bad money drives out good money!"

When he got back, he angrily threw an old rag he used for wiping tables onto his stall.

He glared fiercely at the dragon girl in the distance, who was quietly collecting money with her head down, and muttered through gritted teeth, "The market is ruined by a bunch of guys like you who only know how to wage price wars!"

Una didn't notice Grena's resentful gaze.

She carefully collected the day's earnings into her cloth bag, then paid the five copper coins stall fee before it got completely dark, and hurriedly left the market.

The cloth bag she carried at her waist was a little bulging again compared to last week.

The dragon girl gripped the rope tying the bag tightly with her hands, her steps light and graceful, no longer the timid girl she once was.

As Una stepped out of the market, Motu, who had arrived precisely on time, was squatting quietly under the withered old tree by the entrance.

The dragon's distinctive golden vertical pupils gleamed faintly in the deepening twilight, like two lamps just lit to illuminate the way home.

"Looks like business's been good lately?" Blue Dragon's deep voice echoed in the quiet twilight.

The dragon girl nodded shyly, a faint but genuine smile appearing on her face.

She stepped forward gently, skillfully climbed onto the blue dragon's broad and sturdy back, and slowly wrapped her arms around its long neck to secure herself firmly.

Motu spread his dragon wings, exerted a little force with his limbs, and took off into the air carrying the girl on his back.

They headed towards the camp and disappeared into the vast twilight.