T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 576, Section 575: The King of the Underworld, Master Jailer

In the Anna artist circle, where even drawing erotic pictures requires concealment, there has never been anyone as calm as Prisoner Bro.

He sat upright in the center, composed and at ease, his brushstrokes flowing like a divine inspiration.

The outside world's opinions had no effect on him whatsoever.

The moment he picked up the pen, all that remained in his mind was the erotic image he had conceived.

Transcendence, selflessness.

In any world, the love of watching excitement is an innate trait of intelligent beings.

Upon learning that a remarkable person had appeared in the inner hall, most of the crowd in the outer hall who had been watching the master create paintings on the spot quickly left.

The master noticed that the number of people around him had suddenly decreased, and he looked up blankly, wondering what had happened.

I overheard this during the discussion...

"Someone is painting in the inner hall!"

He couldn't help but shake his head, thinking he was just too focused and hadn't come to his senses, and was hallucinating.

If the direction of the crowd's movement represents civilization, then the erotic image is undoubtedly the supreme treasure of today's banquet.

The inner hall had limited capacity, and the banquet was attended by nobles. The guards dared not stop them, and seats were given on a first-come, first-served basis.

Those who had been appreciating "art" in the inner hall were very fortunate to have the opportunity to watch the prison guard write up close.

"The techniques are unique, and the characters are unique."

"The lines should be sharp and sharp, or smooth and rounded."

"The eyes are oddly large...not quite right in proportion. Is this a modern style? Does anyone know what it's called?"

"Subtle, subtle... Although the eyes are unconventional, when viewed in the context of the whole, they don't feel too abrupt."

"It seems to conform to a certain structural aesthetic of the golden ratio, and I feel a strong connection to it."

"Slender branches and abundant fruit, plump where it should be plump, slender where it should be slender... a monstrous sight."

"That's why I love elves and sirens; they have such perfect body proportions, they're so beautiful."

"These two pieces of cloth are so daring... Is this clothing? What kind of tribal decoration is this?"

"Have you ever noticed that when painters depict feet, their brushstrokes are more delicate and meticulous than those on other parts of the body?"

"Perhaps it's an anti-counterfeiting feature brought by the painter himself. Each painter has his own unique details that are difficult for his peers to imitate."

"This painter's depiction of the human body is so beautiful...so detailed, but why is the background completely unpainted?"

"I won't even use coloring it; I can't imagine how captivating it would be with color, ah~~~"

The people in the front row stared intently, their faces growing redder with each glance.

People in the back row couldn't help but crane their necks, trying to catch more details.

Outlining the basic human figure is no challenge for the prison guard, who has mastered the technique.

Their memories and experiences were erased, but their skills were perfectly preserved.

Just by looking at the high degree of coordination between his hands and brain at this moment, and his ability to control lines and compositions at will, the prison guard knew that he was terrifyingly strong in his past life!
"You've never eaten anything good before. I just drew a paper doll in a swimsuit and then fed you guys something that made you dizzy from hunger."

"His face and neck were flushed, and his eyes looked misty."

"This is nothing. In the old group chat, this would be considered vegetarian."

The jailer complained and sighed at the same time.

There was no sense of superiority, only pity.

The world's erotic content needs to improve!
Otherwise, who will he turn to if he wants to slack off or commission articles in the future?
He had to bring these advanced technological advancements and his favorite cultural styles into Anna!

He casually tossed the charcoal pencil onto the table, and the onlookers fell silent.

Could it be that the discussions displeased the master?

"It's finished. Let's check it out. The theme is summer, and my painting is very refreshing."

Many of the nobles who visited the Clytem Estate were seeing the inner hall being inspected for the first time.

The most recent inspection of the inner hall was a key element related to war.

The artists who freely splashed ink to depict the scenes of purgatory all had elements of blood and violence in every single one of their works.

The acceptance of the Keli Hall's design... Looking at Anna's history, this is the first of its kind.

The organizers of Clytem Estate sent in a connoisseur dressed in a silver robe and whose face was completely covered by a mask.

The crowded nobles voluntarily made way for them.

Without exception, all the connoisseurs hired by Clytem Estate were top experts in their fields, renowned figures who could frame items in the outer hall.

No one participated in the themed painting in the inner hall. The only participant who matched the theme was the ultimate winner.

The connoisseur came to the canvas, paused to examine it, and remained silent for a long time.

In the silence, he asked in a deliberately disguised low male voice.

"Does the technique, style, have a name?"

The jailer casually replied, "No, we'll think about a name later."

"Did you create this?"

"of course."

"Such a novel and wonderful technique... I see that you have great skill and great ability in the use of human proportions and lines. You must have been immersed in it for a long time or you must have amazing talent."

After a pause, the connoisseur said, "Such excellent technique, yet you choose to become famous in this way?"

He pointed to the canvas: "Since it's not signed yet, then don't sign it..."

A figure flashed past the connoisseur.

The jailer grabbed a charcoal pencil and neatly wrote the word "jailer" in the Ana language, then added three more square characters as a further security measure.

The connoisseur's throat was gurgling.

The jailer's actions nearly caused him to suffocate from the chest.

"Thanks for reminding me, I forgot to sign my name. This is now the official work."

The connoisseur exhaled a breath of stale air: "Young man, what a waste of your divinely bestowed talent, what a waste of those captivating lines... What a pity."

"Since you say it's a gift from God, then I'll reluctantly accept it. Maybe I really am a gift from God to Anna. In order to let you see more and more exciting erotic pictures, I need to continue to work hard."

"Cough cough cough cough!"

The connoisseur coughed violently.

The people of Anna aren't exactly conservative, but compared to the outrageous and eccentric remarks that the jailer brother can make in public, they're so simple and honest that they can only sit at the same table as children.

The jailer didn't mean to embarrass the connoisseur.

He could sense that the other person had a slight interest in his talent, but how could he respond?
Are you going to be hypocritical like the artists in Anna, putting on airs and putting on a show?
Going downhill, nine out of ten are won over by the connoisseurs after the event and brought into their so-called circle, following the rules of the circle to pay their respects.

Since Anna's technique is unique, then he is the dock!

There are a bunch of pretentious painters in the sky.

He considers himself the only one in the inner circle who is truly content with his lot.

Why would nobles seek out erotic images from the outside world? In the end, they all come back to him.

In such a large setting, it's better to make a decisive move and spread the word widely than to shout about it afterward.

From this moment on, I, Jailer Brother, am the number one painter of the Annali realm.

He is truly the king of lewd pictures!

He paints what the landscape painter doesn't paint.

He also painted what the landscape painters painted.

He's the prison guard, he's the one who draws the most!
Anyone who embarks on the path of a painter inevitably yearns for both fame and fortune.

The nobles present all understood that after today, the door to the world of painters would be completely closed to the jailer.

Those who can enjoy the same treatment and resources in public are unlikely to be treated the same as him.

I've never seen anyone like this before. When given an opportunity to improve themselves, they see a chance, but they insist on taking it, even if it means breaking it with their knees.

Swear allegiance to your inner desires in one go.

It's too pure.

The connoisseur didn't make things difficult for the prison guard and gave him a "meets the standard" rating.

As he left, the nobles present erupted in commotion. The shocking scene had left many of them reeling from the experience.

"Does that mean... from now on, he will openly accept commissions on all similar topics?"

"Since he said that, it's definitely true. The outside world can't accept him anymore."

"Master, this is the master jailer!"

The quick-thinking nobles have already begun to raise the alarm.

Since there were no pure underworld artists in the past, the prison guard brother, with his convincing new style of art, should naturally be a master!

The jailer clapped his hands, signaling everyone to be quiet.

These nobles, who would have considerable wealth and influence even in Anna, remained silent as obedient children.

The jailer walked to the platform in the inner hall where the head guard stood, which was slightly elevated above the ground.

This was supposed to be the designated spot for the security guards to observe the scene, but he just stood there without any warning.

Seeing this, the head guard obediently retreated under the nobleman's piercing gaze.

"To be honest, as someone from another continent, I am disappointed with the quality of Anna's erotic illustrations, very disappointed."

"You think..." the jailer pointed to the masterpiece he had just painted, "that's what makes it excellent?"

"But this is only a half-finished product; even my brother didn't feel anything for it!"

The nobles looked at each other, trying to find the jailer's brother.

"A erotic painting shouldn't be like this. It's a work of art, a sacred ritual depicted with the most reasonable and gentle brushstrokes, using appropriate yet not excessive exaggeration, to portray this divinely bestowed body!"

"Every painting is a dual expression of the soul and the spirit!"

“After you have indulged in your desires, when you look at it again, you can still sincerely praise it with a heart that is not controlled by desires, saying ‘How beautiful!’”

"Excellent erotic images are desires, a mirror reflecting your inner desires and thoughts!"

The prison guard was just speaking off the cuff. After he finished speaking, he felt like a cult leader, making some highly seductive and inflammatory remarks.

"Won't we be arrested by an organization like a tribunal?"

Just as he was wondering what was going on, thunderous applause broke out.

The audience, comprised entirely of Anna nobles, regardless of gender or age, applauded enthusiastically.

That wasn't just echoing others; it was a genuine, heartfelt fervor that sent a shiver down the spine of the jailer.

He just said it casually, so why does everyone agree with it?

Oh, it wasn't all just casual talk; some of it was his insights from his past life.

Suddenly someone shouted.

"Master jailer, would you be willing to sell this painting after you leave the room?"

It would have been better if they hadn't mentioned it, but once it was brought up, everyone immediately realized that this painting was truly priceless.

It possesses both commemorative value and historical significance.

Years later, if the Jailer Master becomes famous in Anna and the school he founded branches out, then this will be a sacred artifact!
"I plan to burn it."

Upon hearing this, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

"It was drawn so hastily and poorly, there's no point in keeping it."

The visiting nobles were extremely anxious.

"You can't burn it! Please make an offer!"

"Make an offer!"

"I don't know how to set prices, and I don't have the ability to organize an auction," the jailer said with an air of certainty. "It's too much trouble."

A mouse leaped across the walls and through the crowd in the inner hall, landing on the head guard's shoulder and whispering something to him.

He hurriedly went to the jailer's side.

“My master is willing to conduct the auction on behalf of Master Jailer after today’s event, without charging any commission, and only hopes to communicate with Master Jailer.”

The jailer never expected that his actions would actually lure out the mastermind behind it all.

The Clitten family was only an earldom; in the empire’s bloated system, there were many such powerless but wealthy nobles.

Given their size, it's simply impossible for them to organize such large-scale trade fairs and banquets on a long-term basis.

Klitten was merely a tool that some untouchable big shot used very conveniently.

Everyone who visited was aware of this, and so they silently followed the rules.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you."

All the jailer brother wants is to become the number one person in the underworld. He only needs to offend one group of people, but he will treat the other big spenders well.

We can deal with them three years from now; let's make enough money in these three years first.

These rich and foolish nobles with brains no bigger than walnuts, come quick!

At each banquet at Clitten Manor, once the designated drawing time was over, the crowd would disperse.

After all, by this point, most of the works have been pre-ordered, or purchased on the spot by wealthy individuals with an overwhelming desire for possession, who then spend a fortune to buy them and send them away.

Today is different. At midnight, when the assigned painting session ended, all the dining tables in the courtyard were removed, making room for all visitors to get a close look at the works that were about to go up to the auction.

The auctioneer had to come up with a suitable term for the artwork because the jailer at the Clytek estate had asked the guard about its title several times.

"Then let's call it 'Oh Ho Ho'."

The auctioneer couldn't find a corresponding word in the Anatolian language family; it was either a foreign language or an onomatopoeic word.

"'Oh ho ho'?"

"Yeah, is my pronunciation not standard?" the jailer asked impatiently.

The auctioneer, who had seen it all, took a deep breath, braced himself, and put on a professional demeanor before turning to the crowd and introducing the auctioneer in a loud voice.

"Lot 'Oh Ho Ho,' starting bid 1 Lion King bronze coin, bidding begins!"

The eager buyers were all stunned for two seconds by the name.

"What a strange, casual name."

"It's not surprising. There was a court musician who simply took books from the library, randomly opened a page, and took a word or symbol from each page to create the title of a piece of music."

"Hehe, no wonder I haven't bought it yet!"

After just a few rounds of bidding, the mediocre piece of junk in the jailer's eyes reached the price of one Lion King gold coin.

"How come only 1 gold coin is too little?"

He muttered to himself, recalling the basic monetary training session before the arrival of the currency.

One Lion King Silver Coin has enough purchasing power to feed an entire squad for about two days.

For a frugal family, one silver coin could cover three days' worth of food, including a little bit of meat.

There are at least two commonly used tokens for converting between Lion King Silver Coins and Lion King Gold Coins.

hiss……

"It doesn't seem like there are that many."

After calmly finishing his calculations, he wished he could punch the brains out of the people bidding below.

Whether the prison guard's fame will skyrocket over time has become the key to the growth of "Oh Ho Ho".

This cannot be considered an auction item or a work of art; rather, it is a financial product with financial attributes.

Each bid by each party represents an assessment and bet on the future prospects of the prison guard.

"220 Lion King Gold Coins".

The person who offered this price had never participated in the bidding before. His appearance directly increased the price by 50 gold coins from the original 170.

His unwavering determination and dominance overwhelmed the entire audience.

Many people's bidding is driven by a sense of pride and a desire to save face.

The number 220 gave the previously fiercely competitive bidders an excuse to gracefully withdraw.

The jailer didn't immediately grasp the purchasing power of that number, but still felt it wasn't enough.

"Forget it, let's just make this much for now. We'll draw something even more erotic later and bleed you bunch of country bumpkins dry."

(End of this chapter)