T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 574, Page 573: Your erotic pictures aren't erotic enough.

Fragrant Breeze, Witness of the Stars, is a renowned commercial city-state within the ruling center of the Anna Empire.

The game alone displays a behemoth with a permanent population of 50.

In a creation set against a backdrop of swords and magic, with some medieval elements, the community's fact-conscious users often complain about its illogicality.

Those who oppose it will respond silently with an abstract mosaic image with a patina and the number "7".

Arguing is pointless; in reality, the figure is even more exaggerated.

In the statistics of the Anna Empire, living beings other than imperial citizens are not considered "human".

Local officials also find it difficult to say the exact number of migrant workers in their respective jurisdictions.

The jailer was lucky; he landed just outside Fragrant Breeze City, deep within the empire, where it was safe enough.

But unfortunately... he couldn't get any food.

Outsiders appearing in Xiangfeng are but a drop in the ocean. To gain a foothold and have a place here is the dream of countless ambitious young people in the empire.

Making a name for oneself is not easy. Most people spend their entire lives trying to leave a name in the great city-states of an empire, let alone make a ripple.

People with low levels of education are basically limited to the path of physical strength.

Starting as an adventurer, one must either be recruited by a knightly order or gain the favor of nobles through fame to obtain an entry ticket.

But once they get started, they'll find that there are always people better than them, and there's always something beyond their understanding.

The adventurer guilds that can be seen everywhere in the game do not exist in reality; they only appear in territories outside the imperial ruling center.

In important cities like Xiangfeng, which are directly controlled by the empire, security is primarily handled by the Knights Order and the Governor's Guard.

The outsourced portions are snapped up by the most powerful adventurers the moment they appear, never ending up in the mouths of ordinary adventurers.

Most of the adventurers active here appear as bodyguards for caravans.

They were merely passersby in this important imperial city; to stay and secure a place, they needed to become renowned throughout the empire.

Throughout Anna's history, there have been very few adventurers who fit the description.

The jailer found a small tavern that was still open late at night, showed off the fine clothes Jiang Heyi had chosen for him, and received a table of exquisite food.

When asked for money, they said they would pay on credit.

Neither the owner nor the waiter dared to stop him, and he just enjoyed a free meal.

The prison guard, who was squatting by the roadside after eating and drinking his fill, knew very well that this was not a solution.

In a world where magic exists, the lowest-level jobs are done by people without magic, whose income is disproportionate to their effort, so they would never touch such jobs.

Even someone who lives off the clothes they wear can eventually run out of money.

But without awakening his magic, he dared not leave the safe zone of Fragrant Breeze City, putting him in a dilemma.

The free meal campaign lasted for three full days.

Following his memories from the game, the jailer, who was on a pilgrimage to the holy sites in Fragrant Wind City, caught a glimpse of a shop on a street corner.

His eyes shone brightly despite his exhaustion and weakness.

"Wow, I'm such an idiot, how could I forget this!"

He wanted to slap himself twice as punishment for his belated realization.

The shop guard noticed that the jailer's clothes were somewhat torn and instinctively tried to stop him.

"I gave you a chance to reorganize your language skills, but you stopped me and turned to leave."

His bluff worked; the shop owner had his men take over the customers while he rushed out to greet them.

The owner runs an art gallery. In this industry, you can't judge a book by its cover. Many famous painters are usually unkempt and their behavior seems strange to ordinary people. You can't judge them by worldly standards.

Moreover, the jailer looked clean and fair-skinned, not like a poor person at all.

The jailer cut to the chase: "You're the boss here, right? I'd like to discuss a business deal with you."

Upon hearing this, the gallery owner quickly invited the prison guard to a side room, but he insisted on looking at the works in the gallery first.

Currently, the painting trend favored by the nobility of the entire Ana Empire is oil painting, so 9% of the paintings exhibited and sold by galleries are oil paintings.

According to the owner, only a very small portion of the works sold on consignment are realistic sketches, in black and white, with a generally rugged style, catering only to the tastes of a select group of collectors.

The preferences of the nobility set the trend in painting.

In Anna, the pursuit of art is top-down, and only the nobility have the vast wealth to support their non-material enjoyment of aesthetics, whether it's a affectation of taste or a genuine cultivation of character.

Through the conversation, the gallery owner guessed that the prison guard was an art enthusiast from the lower classes, and hinted at it.

"If you want to make money, you have to cater to people's preferences."

"No matter how successful you think your work is, without their recognition and the inability to monetize it, it is worthless."

"We need to eat our fill before we can talk about art."

The jailer curled his lip, revealing a disdainful expression.

Observing the expressions on the other end, the gallery owner said no more, thinking to himself that saying more would be pointless, and that reality would teach every arrogant person a lesson.

Do you have any more provocative paintings?

The gallery owner was puzzled: "Exciting? Violent and bloody? Of course, there is, but in the deeper parts of the gallery, according to imperial decree, these works cannot be displayed in a place visible at the entrance of the shop."

"I'm asking about paintings that contain elements of desire." The jailer, fearing the other person might not understand, cut to the chase, "Sexy pictures, do you have any smutty pictures here!"

The gallery owner was speechless for a moment, then slowly nodded.

“We do sell this type of painting, but in very small quantities.”

"Why are they so rare? Because so few people paint them?"

"That's only one reason. Another reason is the buyers..." The gallery owner pointed to the ceiling, "The demand from the noble gentlemen is huge."

The artists of Anna have their own kind of reserve.

For the sake of art, it's perfectly acceptable to paint nude human figures.

However, depicting the human body purely for desire makes them feel that their souls are being defiled.

Therefore, for paintings with such special requirements, buyers who have a custom order need to pay a considerable "consolation fee." Even so, they cannot obtain paintings by famous masters. Even painters with some reputation will arrogantly wave their hands and refuse, as if hearing such a request would offend their ears.

"Defile your soul?" The jailer laughed. "What's the big deal? My soul has never been clean."

Upon hearing this, the gallery owner was taken aback.

"Your Excellency... could it be..."

"Don't ask questions yet, take me to see what this erotic picture you're talking about looks like."

The gallery owner hesitated for a moment, then personally led the jailer into a dark room and turned on the wall lamps on both sides.

The jailer paced back and forth in the dark room, his eyes sweeping across the canvases. The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed, and the more troubled he became.

"This is... what you called a painting that can corrupt the soul?"

The gallery owner nodded, seemingly puzzled.

"No, can you tell me where the astringency comes from?"

"A group of naked women standing in the center of the picture, with just a few strokes to outline the background—is that erotic?"

"I could buy a sheep, pluck its wool, and hang its front hooves up; it would still be rougher than her!"

"And look at this one. It's not that showing skin is necessarily indecent. Half of her body is covered by a sheet... I can't see any coy shyness like a woman half-concealing her face. When a woman who looks so old and doesn't exude any youthful vibe poses like this, I can only think of an old woman pretending to be a young girl."

"It's neither art nor erotic, it's a complete mess. No talent and yet trying to draw erotic pictures!"

The gallery owner was initially taken aback, but later he became somewhat angry.

"The three artists we collaborated with may not be considered masters or renowned artists, but they are quite well-known, and their private paintings have numerous collectors..."

The jailer was speechless.

Even if you feed someone who has never eaten well, they can taste the flavor of braised pork from a bowl of chaff.

The nobles of the Anaworld are pitiful.

What good food could they have eaten?
It's nothing more than a few partially exposed bodies.

She has no figure, no posture, and no style.

The meal allowance is even less than what the other members in his group have.

The group members share porn every day, and after reading it, they can even post a few erotic pictures to cleanse their eyes. Even so, some guys with high standards still criticize it as not being erotic enough and suggest reposting it.

Seeing the prison guard feel pity for him, the gallery owner, who had been immersed in this kind of business for many years, was deeply hurt by the sympathy he felt for the country bumpkin.

"Sir, I don't know who you are, but since you look down on the painters here, why not show us your work and have a contest?"

The jailer shrugged and said, "I have no works."

The gallery owner was furious and decided to have the jailer thrown out.

"But I can paint one right now, you just need to provide the materials."

Driven by his competitive spirit, the gallery owner quickly arranged all the necessary props and then stayed in the painting studio.

Today he wanted to see what kind of amazing work this eloquent prison guard could actually produce.

Seeing that the jailer was using a charcoal pencil instead of ink, he asked him a question.

"You don't need models?"

"Why do I need models?" The prison guard tapped his head. "My head is full of models. I can draw whoever I want."

Madness!

He had never seen a painter who could create a good painting without any source material, relying solely on his imagination.

With just a few strokes, no human figure is visible; instead, a cross and a circle are drawn on the canvas... What does this mean?
The unprecedented brushstroke technique made him suppress his doubts and anger, and he quietly examined it.

"hiss……"

As time went on, the human figures on the canvas appeared in a strange way.

But... why is this painting style so strange?
The eyes of the person in the painting are significantly larger than they appear in reality.

Could they be some special humanoid race from some continent?
At first glance it may seem strange, but if you stare at it for a while, combined with its graceful figure and shape...

He couldn't help swallowing.

The jailer glanced at him sideways and couldn't help but chuckle.

As a seasoned ecchi enthusiast, I've had my fill of these images, and simply commissioning others isn't enough. In order to satisfy my needs more directly...

He embarked on a path of no return.

If you have both money and free time, then sign up for a painting class.

Watching wasn't enough; the prison guard decided to cook a feast himself.

He has some talent; after studying for a few years, he successfully earned the unanimous praise of Jiang Heyi, Moyu, and Siyuanti.

"It's usable now."

Only old gentlemen know the true value of those three words.

When applied to the barren soil of Anna, every stroke of the jailer's pen has a fatal impact.

Art trends are inherently mysterious and elusive concepts.

The prison guard looks at pornographic pictures from 10 or even 20 years ago, and if they're well-drawn, he thinks they're usable.

Art style?

You think porn is something so inconvenient? You're fucking underestimating porn!

As long as it's erotic enough, no matter the art style, it can instantly strike the depths of your soul and awaken your desires!
The power of desire is limitless!
The jailer stopped writing and looked back at the gallery owner.

He clearly grasped the essence, and was so immersed in the shock of this new style of painting that he couldn't extricate himself, his face flushed with excitement.

"I'm sorry, sir... I may not be qualified to make that decision; I need to consult with others."

“Then go and inform your buyer to come and admire it.” The jailer stretched. “This style of art is unique in all of Anna. There’s no other like it.”

(End of this chapter)