A small lake, emerald bamboo, a wooden cabin.
After the silver dragon lady brought him here, she left on her own, gesturing for him to go inside.
William stroked his chin. His dick was big, so he had nothing to fear!
He strode forward, pushed open the door, and saw a middle-aged man writing with a pen...
That was right.
He even saw quite a few completed novels displayed prominently.
Tsk, tsk.
Who would have thought this guy was a knight novel writer?
Why not call him a literary writer?
Because one look at the lewd grin on his face while writing was enough to tell that he couldn't possibly produce anything literary. He was just a shut-in dragon, and it was probably all self-indulgent fantasy.
But after William cast Insight, he was somewhat surprised. This middle-aged man was actually a Time Dragon at the Saint Realm Peak.
That meant this guy was probably an old Dragon King who had survived from the First Era, or even the Mythic Era. What an unusual hobby.
"Oh? The Dawn City Lord is here. You can call me Nozdormu."
The middle-aged man put down the Phoenix Feather Pen, stood up, and said with a smile, "By the way, do you like reading novels?"
William roughly glanced through the novel he was writing, and his heart twitched. The tropes were fucking ridiculous. In just a thousand words, there were already two scenes of face-slapping and showing off. If he wrote webnovels, he'd definitely become popular.
Still, one didn't slap a smiling face. Prince said with a smile, "I do. I only read official versions, though. Pirated copies are too widespread, so I can't be bothered with them."
"Oh, right. Since Dragon King Nozdormu likes writing novels, how about I recommend a rich reader to