T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 577, Section 576: We're really amazing!

Count Clytek was a man in his early thirties. The wealth accumulated over generations gave him a foundation for immersing himself in art from a young age.

He was well-versed in painting, music, poetry, and sculpture, making him a rare polymath among the nobility.

His study is filled with masterpieces by famous artists. The bright and cool colors are presented in a gradual form, forming intuitive and spectacular color blocks as the paintings are displayed in the frames on the wall.

When the jailer led him into the study, he was communicating quietly with someone through a magical messenger.

The servants lit incense in the room and then all withdrew.

Having witnessed the behavior of the jailer, Gori Hall, this refined gentleman didn't beat around the bush. After a brief self-introduction, he got straight to the point.

"To what extent can the 'better' that the prison warden master speaks of reach?"

As he spoke, he got up and went to the cabinet, took out a bottle filled with a magenta liquid, and slowly pulled out the cork.

“I don’t drink,” the jailer said bluntly. “What I mean by ‘better’ is something that can make your blood boil and your lower body react immediately just by looking at you.”

Klitsch poured himself a drink, the glass just touching his lips, the fragrant, rosy wine about to enter his mouth.

The jailer's words caused the wine glass to knock against his teeth.

“I apologize for my lapse in composure.” Count Clytek pursed his lips, enduring the pain. “I have no doubt about the Jailer Master’s abilities; I was simply curious about… a ‘better’ way of presenting it.”

The jailer sighed.

Count Clytek, fearing a misunderstanding, hurriedly explained, "Perhaps my words were offensive..."

The jailer got up and walked to the unused easel.

What compatibility is your XP system with?

"what?"

"Oh, you don't understand our old gentlemen's slang... So, what are your hobbies?" the jailer coaxed. "What kind of material arouses your interest?"

The dove-shaped magical messenger on Count Clitten's shoulder made a soft "cooing" sound.

"I... am an elf."

"Bar?"

“I prefer elves…” Klitten confirmed.

"Be more specific. What kind of elf? For example, hair? Long or short hair, straight bangs or side bangs, hair color... never mind, I'm too lazy to color it."

"Then..."

The jailer was furious.

"You even hesitate about what your little brother likes? I drew it for you to admire, and you still hesitate about this kind of question? Can't you be a little nicer to your own body? Give me an honest answer. Stop being so coy and pretending to be high and mighty!"

"They can't even articulate their needs properly, yet they're asking people to design the images!"

Despite being bombarded with angry words, Count Clytek felt no resentment, only shame.

The master jailer's frankness, consistent with his words, was truly astounding.

"Elf, blonde hair, hairstyle isn't that important."

"Taller, preferably as tall as me."

"Body shape...actually, the body shape in the painting 'Oh Ho Ho' that the prison guard master painted tonight would be quite good."

"As for her demeanor... it's best if she has a gentle type."

The prison guard had already mentally sketched out the basic shape on the canvas with a charcoal pencil.

What kind of gameplay do you like?

"How to play?"

Under the jailer's disapproving gaze, Count Clytek felt as if he'd been electrocuted, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily.

"This……"

"You wanted to see something even better, so I'll show you an even more advanced 'way'."

The jailer began to introduce the services offered.

"I can draw a single image or design a storyline. I will draw you as the protagonist according to the script and let you experience the story."

"Plot?"

Klitten screamed.

"We don't need a storyline, we can just jump into the gameplay and fight from beginning to end."

Every word the jailer uttered possessed unparalleled destructive power, carving a huge hole in Count Clitten's mind, constantly letting in drafts.

There was silence on the other end of the magical messenger's line.

Seeing Klitten's petrified expression, the jailer thought to himself, "What kind of nobleman is he? He's so easily shocked into silence by just a few words."

To save time, the jailer stopped waiting and drew the paper figure that Klitsch liked, also moving him onto the drawing paper.

Seeing that the two little figures on the drawing board were about to enter battle mode, Klitten could no longer contain himself.

He strode forward, pushed past the jailer, and apologized as he stopped the captivating pen from continuing to draw.

"Enough, enough, I... I hope this masterpiece can be presented in a more private setting."

The jailer smirked, feigning ignorance: "Isn't it private enough that there are only the two of us in the study?"

Klitten was sweating profusely and quickly changed the subject.

"Master Jailer, please allow us to discuss a more crucial issue first. You don't yet have a place to stay in Fragrant Breeze City, do you?"

Fearing that the prison guard might utter some shocking and mind-blowing remarks, Klitten spoke very quickly.

"As it happens, I have a small manor in the suburbs north of Xiangfeng City, where you can temporarily stay, Master."

"So, what do I need to give in return?"

"This is a gift, the Clitten family. It is a great honor to establish a lasting friendship with the Master Jailer."

The jailer did not refuse; this was exactly what he needed.

After personally seeing the jailer off and watching him board the carriage to the manor, Earl Clytem was still reeling from the shock of the day.

No one has ever made him feel that his worldview and values, shaped by 30 years of trials and tribulations, could collapse in an instant.

"What do you think of the jailer master?"

The pigeon on my shoulder spoke in a human voice.

Count Clytek instinctively lowered his head slightly.

"The nobles of the empire, in his presence, were as innocent and naive as children... His peculiar style and his understanding of desire complemented each other perfectly, reaching the pinnacle of artistry."

“I did feel desire from it, and... beauty.”

The pigeon fell into a long silence.

“Take good care of him, fulfill his requests… Let me think about what kind of request I should make to him.” “Your ‘Oh Ho Ho,’ I’ll have someone send it over right away.”

The voices inside the pigeons were filled with regret.

"Let's find a craftsman to color it... I can't imagine what a magnificent sight it would be if the master jailer were willing to personally pick up the brush and color it."

……

……

The events at Clytem Estate spread throughout Anna's central governing region in the shortest possible time.

It's an unavoidable topic of discussion among aristocrats who are fervent collectors of art.

A new master has arrived in Fragrant Breeze City; his name is Jailer.

His paintings provide a far stronger and more intense stimulation and pleasure than the outburst of primal instincts.

Most importantly, he only painted erotic images that mainstream artists would reject.

For a time, people flocked to the jailer's manor to visit him.

If I'm in a good mood and have enough money, I'll write something.

This is completely different from the aloof and pretentious hypocrisy of the painters in the world.

Over time, those who commissioned articles learned about the temperament of the prison guard master.

If the keywords in the request contain similar keywords such as "nun," "saint," or "clergy," the jailer master has a very high probability of agreeing, approaching 9%.

If you explicitly state that you wish for the legs to be depicted in detail, then as long as it doesn't conflict with any very subtle requests, you will almost certainly win the favor of the master jailer.

Other characters with high success rates include "beast ears", "subhumans", and "beast tails".

These are the key terms that various front-party clients can openly discuss.

On a more advanced level, many clients who have worked for their respective noble families for years feel a surge of heat when they first talk to them.

The finished paintings gave them a sensory experience even more exciting than actual combat.

It's as if simply watching brings a primal sense of pleasure to the soul.

This is truly astonishing boldness. Is this the composure and power of someone who calls himself the King of the Underworld Painters?

Even so, the prison guard master bluntly said that they were bumpkins who had eaten, played, and even fought in real combat, yet they still blushed when they saw the picture.

At this time, they would obediently nod.

The master said they were bumpkins, and they really are bumpkins. The jailer master is right!
There are keywords favored by masters, and there are also unpopular keywords.

"hairy."

When this keyword appears, the jailer master will ask very detailed questions.

He would be happy if the furry features were only highlighted on the ears and tail.

However, if the additional description is about skin, then the jailer master will change his previous gentle attitude and forcefully give an exorbitant price that anyone with eyes can see is a no-go.

subtle.

In just three months, the prison guard master completed at least 20 paintings.

Its efficiency is unparalleled among Anna artists.

Artists who hadn't been able to produce a single piece of work for two or three months found it hard to believe.

"Could this guy have grown a body full of tentacles? How could it be so fast!"

"Even if it's not colored, there's no reason for it to be this fast!"

The only flaw of the master jailer is his inability to apply color.

Although experienced collectors have discovered that the style and technique of the prison guard master, which can create a sense of tension that seems to leap off the canvas simply through lines, ...

They couldn't help but wonder if it would be more stimulating and beautiful if it were colored.
The jailer also knew the needs of these nobles.

In his past life, he could use color, but he used the built-in color palette in the software.

In Anna, if you want to apply color, you have to mix the colors first.

With such a vast amount of pigments, just figuring out how to combine and mix them, and figuring out the mixing ratios, would take him a long time to figure out.

It took three months to barely earn 600 Lion King Gold Coins.

"We're still not earning enough; it's not time to settle down yet."

As the jailer counted the gold coins in the box, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"With so little money, Potato and the others will laugh at us."

"I can't even afford to buy some good potion ingredients for Peppermint Mom, sigh..."

"Fine, whatever. It's better to be rich than to not make money."

“Let’s draw one for that guy who likes riding horses too, he’ll get a pretty good one.”

"Sigh, I have sacrificed so much for everyone."

"They've fallen, they've really fallen."

"Orange Tea, I'm doing something insatiable, please stop me!"

……

……

Kerkley, the residence of the Southern District Governor.

The three men stared at the box in front of them, which was filled with all kinds of coins, and couldn't help but clap their hands.

Stirring up the waters, a great success.

Under the cover of the large-scale anti-bandit operation in Kekeli, they easily uncovered several hidden treasure troves of illicit goods.

A detailed plan was devised, perfectly avoiding everyone's attention.

During this time, he also sold the things he had stolen from the bed.

They've been proceeding step by step, steadily and surely, and the progress is gratifying.

"Total value: 41 Lion King Gold Coins! We're absolutely amazing!"

I couldn't resist kissing the cleaned Lion King gold coin in bed.

"We haven't even finished unearthing the treasure yet, and we already have 41 pieces. Once we've counted them all, we'll probably have at least a hundred."

"I bet even Mint would be amazed by how efficient we are at making money!"

"We're so amazing!"

(End of this chapter)