T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 584, Section 583: Water-Covered Potatoes
Outside, snow was falling heavily, with thick snowflakes falling like goose feathers and accumulating a thick layer on the window frame.

The biting wind swirled with snowflakes, creating a mournful howl in the courtyard.

The jailer paced back and forth in the art studio.

The servant's report filled him with uncontrollable elation.

Upon hearing that the "guest" had arrived in the main hall, he immediately ordered all the servants to leave so he could discuss the details of the "painting" with the guest alone.

The servants were already used to this routine and bowed and withdrew without any surprise.

Inside the room, the fireplace flickered, and the glowing embers emitted a comforting warmth.

The person who came was sitting by the window, enjoying fresh fruits that are hard for ordinary people to taste in winter, gazing at the snowflakes falling all over the night sky, feeling comfortable and lazy.

"Potato!"

The jailer couldn't help but shout it out.

Jiang Heyi had been holding back a lot of things on the way, and he was already preparing to complain about the prison guard's incredible starting move, but seeing his excited appearance, he smiled with relief.

After a long time, the prison guard's "model" has actually become more rounded.

After landing, apart from the first three days when he ate and dashed, he didn't suffer any more hardships.

The thought of starting out as a Quadruple Primitive in bed, enduring hunger and hardship, struggling to swallow coarse food, and having to overcome it all...

Jiang Heyi also remarked that the food served by the Anna aristocracy was truly nourishing.

"Really? You don't have any information about orange tea either, sigh..." The jailer was a little dejected.

"Even the ruler believes that orange tea brings good fortune. You've been with her your whole life, and you still have doubts?"

"I only have the memories of a 30-year-old now, so I can't be mature."

Jiang Heyi rubbed his forehead.

He hadn't enjoyed the prison guard's quirky and wonderful remarks in a long time; they were just right for him.

"Then congratulations on staying young forever."

Jiang Heyi showed the land grabbing plan to the prison guard.

Looking at the locations where the flags were planted on the map, the prison guard stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and then said.

"It's so desolate, that's not a problem. So, besides providing money and connections, what else do you need me to do?"

Jiang Heyi said, "As for our identities, from now on we will be the project managers for the manor that the prison guard master found."

“I understand. Next time the person who commissioned the article comes to pick it up, I'll have you there too, and I'll mention these details.” The jailer then asked, “Anything else?”

"name."

"name?"

"It seems you don't want to name your manor, then I will..."

"The Jailer's Manor!"

That's absolutely right, so absolutely right.

Everyone truly lived up to their lifelong friendship with the prison guard; they guessed this would be the outcome on the way here, without a doubt.

"another."

The jailer looked aggrieved: "Wow, don't be so cold-hearted. I don't earn money easily. It's not too much to ask for a name after paying the bulk of the money, is it?"

Is making money not easy? Such friendly Chinese.

Jiang Heyi hardened his fist.

Everyone else is trying their best to survive after landing, but you're the only one trying to create drama!

The jailer curled his lip: "Anyway, let me have some fun first before changing it. The construction period is long, so we can change it after it's finished."

Is there something about this that I just can't understand that makes it exciting?

"You wouldn't understand. People call me Master Jailer, and I think it sounds really nice. Jailer's Manor—just hearing that makes me imagine all sorts of delicious ice creams sloshing around inside... Slurp~~~"

Jiang Heyi has a headache.

The ice cream that the jailer was talking about and the ice cream they understood were completely different things.

However, they all have one thing in common: in his eyes, they are all edible.

Orange tea really cured him!
"I've had my share of orange tea too," the jailer said, rubbing his hands together. "I'm already trying to restore the silk fabrics to be as light and sheer as possible, so that Orange Tea will have new clothes to wear as soon as she gets back!"

"..."

"How far have you recovered your necromancy skills?"

Seeing Jiang Heyi change the subject, the jailer understood that this meant tacit approval, and he was overjoyed.

“A spirit body won’t work for now; the required magical power is too great, falling into the high-level category.”

"They can awaken the skeletal guardians and manipulate the walkers; there are two of them preserved in the basement."

The basement entrance is located in a storage room in the courtyard, which usually contains painting tools that need to be locked and guarded.

The servants coming and going probably never imagined that two individuals, whom the magician Anna considered malevolent, were hiding underground.

Interestingly, the earliest form of necromancy in Anna's history originated from the preservation of corpses.

Therefore, the two monster corpses obtained through the battle were well preserved, with the walking corpse even maintaining a state of decay without rotting.

Driven by the jailer's magic, the sleeping creatures moved mechanically like puppets.

"Insufficient magic supply, so it moves like a wind-up toy." The jailer shrugged. "Tier 3 magic, don't expect too much."

He didn't actually have high expectations for the jailer, but he was worried that the repeated calls of "Master Jailer" would make him forget his original intention of coming to Anna.

Jiang Heyi examined the basement entrance and warned, "Without methods to suppress magic and eliminate perception, this place is far from safe. Be careful not to ruin your reputation."

"The excuse is ready-made. Painting requires studying bone structure, and the rotting monster corpses are waiting to be made into specimens," said the jailer. "That's enough for me to deal with one problem." The jailer had fully grasped the benefits of being a painter.

The phrase "artistic pursuit" is practically a panacea, capable of dispelling all seemingly unreasonable and outrageous actions in the eyes of ordinary people.

The jailer thought that if he burned down the mansion that Count Clitten had given him, and explained that he was "looking for inspiration," the other party would be at ease and would think that it was logical to do so.

Maybe they'll send another one the next day, so he can burn it for fun.

He patted Jiang Heyi on the shoulder: "My little pets usually help guard the place, so ordinary people can't accidentally get in. You can rest assured."

The black-striped white bull had no objection to his identity as a necromancer and cooperated fully.

During this time, while secretly hunting monsters, the jailer brother was in danger several times due to his low-level necromancy.

These were all somewhat reckless adventures. He forcefully manipulated undead creatures to aid him in battle against monsters that could have been dealt with using normal magic, which instead led to numerous dangerous situations.

Each time, the black-striped white bull would charge out, using its sturdy body to block all the damage, and then crush the enemy with one stomp, saving the prison guard from dire straits.

No food is eaten for free; every bite is the prison guard's life-saving money!

The jailer shamelessly boasted that his personal charm had captivated the black-striped white bull.

Jiang Heyi could tell that he was just taking advantage of the other party's inability to speak properly; otherwise, the Black-striped White Ox would have definitely been swearing rudely.

Because the black-striped white bull lying at the basement entrance kept swishing its tail while he was speaking.

Congratulations to it for experiencing what it felt like to be teammates with the jailer in a game in its past life.

The jailer always manages to save the team from dire straits, but how he ends up in those situations himself, don't ask.

The next day at noon, Jiang Heyi had the opportunity to make his appearance.

A nobleman, known for his lavish spending, came to collect the painting, and the jailer chatted with Jiang Heyi as if no one else was around.

Pointing to the map of Anna, his words revealed a bold ambition to claim territory.

Within a few days, news spread among those familiar with the prison guard's art trading circle that he was about to buy land.

Jiang Heyi successfully entered the public eye.

He was simply taken around the banquet at the Clitten Manor by the jailer, and without much introduction or even a single decent piece of work, he was already a renowned master craftsman from another continent.

Before attending the banquet, he specially designed a set of lines appropriate to his status and wrote down the background story in order to deal with possible inquiries and conversations.

It was completely unnecessary. The nobles present didn't care about the details at all. As soon as they heard the name of the jailer, they quickly accepted this stranger.

The nobles who were talking all said that once the jailer's project was completed, they would invite him to their homes and design some exotic touches.

The game still requires some logic, but Anna in reality is so simple and brutal that it frightens Jiang Heyi.

Like a crab that has gone to Yangxi Lake for a soak, Jiang Heyi has put on a new skin, transformed into a waterlogged potato, and his value has skyrocketed.

He also witnessed the replica of the prison guard's famous work in Anna.

The key word for this Klitschko painting assignment is "water".

Without hesitation, the jailer sketched out a race widely loved by the Anna nobles with just a few strokes—the Siren.

But he quickly wiped it off, and the nobles sighed in disappointment.

Only by getting close to the Anna nobles can one understand why they can enter the Fallen Star Sea without any psychological burden and perform the god-like operation of making the deed into a fait accompli.

A culture of comparison and extravagance has led the nobles of Anna, who, in order to demonstrate their status and value, to resort to any means necessary.

A distorted set of values ​​has long been ingrained in the minds of many aristocratic offspring, influencing them from top to bottom as they consider themselves superior.

Conquering other races is nothing to be proud of; only conquering a sufficiently powerful but few-numbered race is worthy of being celebrated.

Exquisite and rare, these items offer more than just visual appeal; they also provide interactive experiences.

In their eyes, pure-blooded sirens were no longer intelligent beings, but works of art.

The prison guard discovered this when he commissioned the article.

Siren, elf, dragonman, vampire, in no particular order.

The more powerful the alien race, the more popular they are; this applies regardless of the gender of the person commissioning the work.

4% of the commissioned articles contained the tag "siren".

At least 8% of the commissioned articles featuring siren contain elements of domination.

From the projection of their inner desires alone, the jailer understood that the potion incident that occurred in the 35th year of the Kurion calendar was a historical inevitability, only a matter of time.

If you can't stop what's happening, then go with the flow and make money off idiots.

The price increase for commissioned articles on the theme of siren was his last act of defiance when it came to making money.

However, he would never grant the wishes of the Anau nobles to paint publicly.

Want to see?

No way! Pay up and exchange it!

A golden-haired, blue-eyed great elf, dressed in light gauze and soaking wet, splashed water droplets in the pool, her slightly bent body revealing a cleavage that made one's blood boil.

For the jailer, this is vegetarian food.

As for the Anna nobles...

Some people have already lost their composure and asked whether the auction has taken place.

As he left, Jiang Heyi shook his head repeatedly as he looked at the wooden box containing 150 gold coins on the carriage.

It's even more efficient than robbery.

The jailer corrected, "It's not just 'more efficient,' it's definitely more efficient than robbing, and what I'm doing isn't illegal, hehe~~~"

(End of this chapter)