The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

"Okay, let's go further, let's go back to the serious business. Do you have any interesting books collected in the main world, Your Excellency Ansair? Humanity should have undergone earth-shaking changes in the past thousand years."

Valk folded his hands on the wooden table, with some anticipation and some helplessness in his tone.

Ans El sank his consciousness into his storage space.

He was brought here by the space magician as soon as he set foot on the human world. The only thing Ansel plundered was some of the collections of the Winter City Lord Arnold and Frost Wing.

It just so happens that these two people don't seem to care about literature and art, so Anse Er did not find anything.

Damn, can't these two people have some literary accomplishment like Valck!

The only book that Anselm found, apart from the "Introduction to Magic" that Nigus sent to each young dragon, was only the messy notes he wrote in class, and his sister Elena gave him. 's notes.

I don't know how my sister is doing now?

Ansel suddenly wanted to go back to Dragon Island, but seeing Sandro's licking like a dog, he probably didn't like his younger sister too much.

Recovering the thoughts that suddenly radiated out, Ansel took out all three books at once.

Valk took "Introduction to Magic", his brows furrowed.

"The book of a human magician? This kind of thing is forbidden in the underground world. It's good that you have the strength of a demigod. If you accidentally spread it to those weak ethnic groups, they will probably be attacked by a group."

Valk returned the book to Ans El with some disgust.

"And this book is not very interesting. I don't want magic books or martial arts."

"If the goddess of art returns to the main world, she will be surprised to find that she has a kobold fanatic. You think a goddess who loves beauty so much sees such an ugly kobold become her fanatic, she will What do you think? Valk?"

Sandro sneered at the right moment.

"Humph! You are too small. I only believe in literature, not a certain god."

Valk shook his head proudly.

Sandro didn't talk to Valk again, his eyes were all attracted by the book and two notebooks in Anseir's hands.

He is a demigod-level lich, and naturally a magician. Magic books still have a certain appeal to him, not to mention the new works of human magicians over the past thousand years.

Ansier handed Sandro the books in his hand. Except for his sister's notes, which are of commemorative value, these things are basically trash and can only be put in the storage ring to eat ashes.

Sandro flipped through a notebook and couldn't help but complain.

"Who made this note, it's a mess, I can't tell whether this magic rune is the sixteenth or the twenty-third rune!"

When Ansier heard the words, his head was full of black lines. He grabbed the notes in Sandro's hand and threw them into the storage space.

"This is a note I made, what? Do you have an opinion?"

"Ah? This is a note you made with your own hands?" Sandro's disdainful voice changed 180 degrees.

"Master's note, such a precious treasure, please be sure to hand it over to your most loyal subordinates for safekeeping."

"Go away and read your magic book!"

Ansel pushed Sandro aside.

"Do you have any other interesting novels?"

Valk tried his best to keep a smile, but there was obviously a lot less expectation in his eyes.

"I really didn't bring any novels."

Ansel answered truthfully.

Valk lowered his eyes in disappointment and tried his best to keep smiling, but obviously he lost the enthusiasm at the beginning.

"It's okay, then I'll send you to the magic circle and enter the third underground floor. Maybe we'll meet again in the future. I hope you will bring some interesting novels."

"Although I really didn't bring it, that doesn't mean I can't write."

Ansair turned around and smiled.

He suddenly recalled his identity as a transmigrator.

What is the biggest advantage of the traverser?

When you can't climb the technology tree, isn't the biggest advantage you have in your mind are the many entertainment modes that can crush the world?

Ans El thought that he could develop a game of fighting landlords at will on Dragon Island, which would make so many dragons addicted.

Now, just writing an online novel and being a copywriter is not a traditional novel that can easily crush this world.

When it comes to entertainment, Anse Er admits that he will not lose to anyone.

"Write it yourself? Forget it, Your Excellency Ansel, you are just a golden dragon with a strong sense of justice. If a brass dragon who likes to tell stories tells me this, I think it will be a little more convincing."

Valk said unceremoniously.

He didn't believe that an old-fashioned golden dragon could have any artistic qualities.

"You don't believe me. If the novel I wrote is better than any novel in your collection, how much would you pay to exchange it with me?"

Ans Air confidently asked back, he has a bonus of 20 million online writers, and he will never lose to anyone.

"Don't you dragons like gold and silver jewelry? My reward is gold coins."

Valk replied.

"Let's talk about it first, I will never bow down for the Five Dou Jin?"

Although Ansair believes that he is a golden dragon, his thirst for gold and silver treasures is not as outrageous as a normal dragon.

The storage ring flashed in Valk's hand, and the wooden table was full of gold.

The golden light was so bright that Ansel couldn't move his eyes.

Valk said with a half-smiling look.

"I've tried to create by myself before, and it's really painful. So no matter how well you write your novels or how heavy your books are, how about I give you as much gold as you can?"

In the underground world, these golds have no effect on a demigod powerhouse at all. In the end, Valk still does not believe that Ansel can create a novel.

"make a deal!"

Ans El took out a stack of parchment paper and quickly created on it.

Valk's eyelids twitched when he saw Ansel's movements.

In fact, these books were originally written on ordinary grass paper, and Ansi Er took out the parchment to add more water to the manuscript.

This is actually nothing, mainly because Valk saw that Ansair had to write a paragraph every dozen words, and the words were so large that he used up a piece of parchment before writing many words.

Still, Valk lay in his chair and relaxed.

It's alright, writing a novel is so painful, this kid will write it with his head covered, he will definitely not be able to persist.

He was thinking so, when Ansel suddenly raised his head and asked Valk.

"I only use parchment for writing, can you handle parchment here?"

Valk thought about the note that Ansair had just written, um, it was definitely made of straw paper.

"Okay, I still have as much parchment as I want here."

Ansel's dragon had a smile on his face.

I have never seen such good-earned gold coins. I want you to go bankrupt.