T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 590, Page 589: The Unexpected Behind-the-Scenes Financial Backer

Clitten Estate, the central hall where the jailer became famous.

His first publicly released painting, which he personally named "Oh Ho Ho," has been framed in an exquisite frame.

The inner hall was dimly lit, but this room alone enjoyed the warm light cast by the lighting crystals.

From afar, it looks like a secret treasure given to players by the game's storyline, placed on a high exhibition platform attracting everyone's attention, waiting for the right person to take it.

Thinking of the painting's title and looking at the meticulously carved frame, Jiang Heyi could hardly suppress a laugh.

The servants slowly closed the gate, activated the soundproofing array, and sealed off the area.

"Mysterious enough," the jailer muttered to himself.

Jiang Heyi looked up at the protruding balcony railing on the second floor.

The person was completely wrapped in a magenta robe, with only their face visible, which was completely black due to the lighting.

The robe was made of a very light and soft material, as if it were cut and draped over his body from the bubbling liquid of wine.

Count Clytek stood by and, after a servant brought him a soft chair, he hurriedly took it and placed it down.

"You guys go down too."

The man's voice was extremely magnetic, with a slight hint of bubblyness.

Count Clytek hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand. The servants and guarding mages standing by the second-floor railing all disappeared into the darkness and quietly left.

At this moment, the jailer also noticed that his "Oh Ho Ho" had changed a bit.

Just then, all the irrelevant people left, leaving only 3 people.

The mysterious figure sitting in the soft chair spoke with a slight smile.

"I hope Master Jailer will like my clumsy attempt to complete your painting. I simply feel that such moving lines should be matched with bright and charming colors to give it more vitality."

The jailer gently stroked the figure in the painting, which was illuminated by color, offering a sincere and unbiased compliment.

"It must be the work of a master, and the color scheme is basically consistent with what I envisioned."

"It's good that I wasn't disliked by the master jailer."

Jiang Heyi remained lost in thought, and seeing that the time was right, he quickly got to the point.

"How should we address you?"

The mysterious man glanced at the hem of his robe and casually said, "The Wine Gentleman."

The jailer didn't hesitate at all.

"The wine gentleman has provided me with many conveniences over the past six months, and now that he's finally showing up, what does he want me to do?"

"draw."

As soon as he finished speaking, the jailer understood what was going on.

He immediately asked, "The subject matter?"

The gentleman with the red wine slowly rose, reaching his hand under the hood shrouded in darkness to gently stroke his chin.

"I think... I'll start by painting a picture of my own kind."

They are between 18 and 22 years old.

Short hair, the rest is up to you.

Eye color is not limited.

The skin tone should match a healthy tan, preferably with tan lines.

Avoid appearing too delicate; instead, project a capable and energetic image.

The muscles in your wrists and calves should be strong.

The jailer quickly jotted down the wine gentleman's requirements, while Jiang Heyi kept lightly tapping his forehead with his index finger.

He always felt that some message was waving and beating, reminding him to pay attention.

Are there any dress requirements?

"Based on my observations, allowing masters to freely express themselves will bring me more surprising and delightful clothing creations. Therefore, please, Master Jailer, feel free to choose from your creative ideas."

Even if you don't wear it?

The gentleman with the red wine nodded: "Even if you don't wear it."

Would you like to provide a background story for me to refer to?

"No."

What are your expectations regarding the scale?

The smooth conversation suddenly stalled.

The gentleman drinking red wine seemed to have thought of something, and his composed tone was disrupted by the questioning.

"It doesn't need to reach the level of a serialized artwork..."

Jiang Heyi sensed a hint of shyness in his voice?

The prison guard's serialized artwork is a truly wonderful and whimsical little booklet.

The custom-made aristocratic items received no negative reviews; everyone who met them praised them as wonderful.

Few nobles in this world have a spirit of sharing; the right way is to hoard expensive, customized resources and enjoy the sense of superiority all to themselves.

Hoping for an old gentleman to solve the mystery is pure wishful thinking.

The jailer glanced at the written requirements and nodded.

"I will temporarily stop accepting other people's commissions and focus on yours."

“Thank you, Master. This won’t be our only collaboration. My goal is to collect a copy for every race,” the wine gentleman said. “Don’t laugh at me, Master Jailer, but I was deeply attracted when I first saw your technique, and I have been copying it several times in private.”

He sighed.

"Unfortunately, no matter how I try to depict them, I can't achieve the same vividness as the masters. They just appear as empty, lifeless objects."

The jailer was amused.

In his previous life, he had the money and leisure to practice diligently for a long time and persisted for half his life before finally developing the skills that the Anna nobles now compete for.

The prison guard flattered him politely: "Everything is difficult at the beginning. Interest is the best teacher. This is how the gentleman of red wine got started. With time and experience, he will also reach the level I have today."

Deep down...

Go ahead and sketch; every stroke here represents a lifetime of skill. It is the badge of honor I've earned through a lifetime of fighting for exquisite erotic art.

Without the guidance of pure desire, how can you create a masterpiece that makes people's hearts flutter and their blood boil?

You're still a long way from mastering erotic content!

After the brief meeting, Jiang Heyi and the jailer were politely asked to leave the manor.

Before leaving, Count Clytek took out 50 Lion King gold coins and stuffed them into Jiang Heyi's arms—he was mistaken for the jailer's personal attendant.

"50 gold coins for just chatting? That's outrageous."

Jiang Heyi had no desire to hear the prison guard's Versailles-like lament.

He needs to try to maintain a calm mindset so that he can accept it gracefully when he can no longer make money off aristocratic idiots.

Back at his manor, he dragged the jailer into the art studio without a word and activated the soundproofing array.

"What's wrong? The red wine gentleman was all mysterious just now, now it's your turn to be mysterious." The jailer was confused. "Whose lewd pictures do you want to draw for fun? Don't worry, we're all buddies. Just say you need some side dishes, the fries won't get angry."

"Business."

Seeing that Jiang Heyi wasn't laughing and joking along, the prison guard became serious in a second.

"Doesn't the voice of the 'Red Wine Gentleman' sound a little familiar?"

All the voices of the Anna NPCs in Proof of the Stars are taken from reality.

The jailer frowned and thought for a while, then scratched his head.

"I'm such an idiot, I really don't think he looks like anyone, he's definitely not Kurien."

Kurion's deep and powerful voice perfectly complements his nickname "Lion King," making it highly recognizable and unforgettable once heard.

In addition, there are memorable male nobles from Anna...

The jailer's eyes widened suddenly, and he stood up abruptly, staring blankly at Jiang Heyi.

"3, 2, 1, let's say it together."

"Prince Sloan!"

"Prince Sloan!"

The third prince in the imperial line has always had a good relationship with the boundary between the real and virtual realms in the game.

Among Kurien's anthropomorphic children, he is one of the few who gives the impression that the Empire has a worthy successor.

If one had to pinpoint a problem with him, it would probably be that he lacks his own power base.

As a well-known high-ranking prince, he rarely formed cliques.

He was a familiar magician, a friend of his.

Those I occasionally interact with are mostly people with similar interests.

He's very approachable and doesn't care about competing with his brothers.

"No, how could it be him? He's actually an old pervert?" The jailer grabbed his hair. "Is this...is this right?"

Above and below the boundary between reality and illusion, my first impression of Prince Sloan was that he was refined and cultured.

This principle was consistent throughout the game, and his consistency left a deep impression on players.

"So he's a repressed pervert?" the jailer suggested. "Then why don't we see that when we browse the character's information?"

"Is it possible that we actually accessed it?" Jiang Heyi said.

"How to say?"

"The information clearly states that Prince Sloan had a wide range of interests and a unique pursuit of art."

In fact, most members of the Anna royal family have this description. Judging from the behavior of the nobles after the prison guard was born, it is no surprise that collecting paintings is a widespread hobby.

The problem is, the jailer guy has appeared.

His old-fashioned, eccentric style swept through the Anna aristocracy, and naturally, Prince Sloan, who had a history of interest in new art, became a fan.

The jailer slapped his forehead.

Even the ruler cannot collect all the information about each person in detail.

Anna's collapse would have led to information loss.

The ruler is like an air force pilot waving a fishing net by a fishpond, trying to rescue valuable big fish into the bucket as much as possible, and in this process, there will inevitably be omissions.

"Based on the available information, I'll make a deduction..."

Jiang Heyi rubbed his chin.

“Prince Sloan is nearly 30 years old. At that age, his other brothers in the royal family already have many wives and concubines, but he doesn’t even have a single woman he’s interested in, let alone any women.”

“I wondered about this when I was browsing his information. He told Kurion in private that he was not interested at the moment.”

"Now that I think about it, Prince Sloan must have been influenced by the Lion King."

The jailer also came to his senses.

The lion king and the wolf queen were deeply in love and stayed together for life.

As the child born into this world after a difficult ordeal by the wolf queen, Prince Sloane was undoubtedly a witness to this perfect love story.

Having witnessed his parents' sweet and perfect love from childhood, he has a standard for love and affection that far exceeds the imagination of others.

As a prince, beautiful women were readily available and easily dismissed; they were simply a resource that was not scarce.

But what he wanted was not just love and passion to vent his desires.

Everything he witnessed from childhood taught him to find a partner worthy of a lifetime commitment, someone with whom he could forge an eternal love, like his parents.

Jiang Heyi covered her face.

Damn it, for a prince to find such a sincere and lasting love is no less difficult than speedrunning the Temple of the Clarity without any equipment. He slapped Xilu across the face, and even her challenge level was just a baby bus to grind.

"The higher a person's expectations for love, the more likely they are to fall for two-dimensional characters..." the prison guard muttered. "Now I understand why he collects art."

"I was like this before I discovered orange tea..."

Jiang Heyi sighed.

How can someone keep muttering and muttering, and then start hurting themselves?

(End of this chapter)