As everyone in the royal capital knows, Count Ole is a hopeless useless nobleman. He didn't get up until three o'clock in the morning. His territory was extremely poor but he was amassing money like crazy. All he could do was hang out among the maids all day long. Even his fiancée, Sylvia, the most dazzling and cold female knight in the empire, scorned him and broke off the engagement in public.
All political opponents regard him as a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. But what they don't know is that Ole's soul is a **pure-blooded golden dragon** that has been sleeping for thousands of years!
When the assassin's poisonous blade cannot even pierce his oily skin, when the aloof saint blushes for a gem in his treasury, when an army of millions of monsters presses against the enemy, the lazy dude suddenly tears apart his disguise and turns into a kilometer-long dazzling golden dragon to cover the sky...
The whole world trembles under his dragon power!
"Sorry, greed for money and lust is the instinct of the dragon, and you are not even qualified to be my collection."
Reader comments
It looks good, but why does this author have so many works but none of them are rated? Why would he want to write a book after writing more than 70 short articles? How on earth does he insist on writing so many short articles?
How did he become so unpopular?
The donkey's head is at odds with the horse's mouth, the left brain is fighting against the right brain. One moment it said it was worried about the armor being broken, but the next second it shattered the armor.
It looks good, but why does this author have so many works but none of them are rated? Why would he want to write a book after writing more than 70 short articles? How on earth does he insist on writing so many short articles? How did he become so unpopular?
The donkey's head is at odds with the horse's mouth, the left brain is fighting against the right brain. One moment it said it was worried about the armor being broken, but the next second it shattered the armor.