"It's the pinned ad."
"Wow, have you no shame? You just started writing this novel, and you're already giving yourself an ad spot."
"This is called putting the right book in the right place."
Furin ignored Zog's self-promotion and opened the book titled *Harry Potter and the Magic Stone*.
A nighttime street, a little bit of Magic that absorbs all the light, a person whose name can't be mentioned... 'Uh, he sounds like a powerful villain at first glance.' It wasn't uncommon for people to avoid speaking the name of a truly formidable enemy.
For instance, people in the past had rarely dared to call Zog by his name...
Furin's interest was slightly piqued, and she shifted into a more comfortable position.
Unlike Zog's other novels, this book didn't immediately jump into a life-or-death plot. Instead, it had a gentle, storytelling feel to it, much like a fairy tale one might hear as a child.
Furin slowly scrolled through the pages.
