T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 597, Section 596: Drawing Erotic Pictures

Jiang Heyi never expected to find the cuttlefish in this way.

The Jailer's Manor was too authoritative as a landmark building. Squid, far away in the decaying leaves, only heard a few rumors and confirmed the identity of the great artist who was "stirring up trouble" in Anna.

In the letter, Squid frankly stated that he dared not reveal that the prison guard was the friend he was looking for.

His friends and apprentices in the dead leaf naturally assumed that those who shared his ideals and called him brother were people of similar character and high moral character.

Unexpectedly getting involved with the master jailer, Cuttlefish was afraid of frightening his apprentice.

Not familiar, really not familiar.

The jailer was unimpressed; his first reaction upon seeing the letter was...

"I told you the Jailer's Manor was right, and building the wonder was right too. Look, we've found the person!"

Jiang Heyi really wanted to complain. His original intention wasn't to find someone; he just wanted to have some fun. The current result was just a lucky accident.

Upon receiving the news, the quilt quickly traveled from Kekri City, across the entire Anna region, to reach the Decaying Leaf.

She was originally a Dark Elf modeler, and with the introduction of the culinary master Cuttlefish, she blended into the life of the Leafy Tree very naturally.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't envious; the squid could finally snuggle up in bed again, while Jiang Heyi had no idea where the fries, who had been rampaging through the land, had ended up.

Cuttlefish, no matter the world, are among the most popular species.

After witnessing this, Elaeva was deeply moved.

"So there are normal people in your group after all."

Thanks to Cuttlefish, Elaeva's impression of the team described by Jiang Heyi did not continue to slide into the abyss of a den of monsters and demons.

"Why don't you gather them all together?" she asked, puzzled.

"The Primarch is a semi-civil servant in Krikri... well, that means he has a proper imperial position, and he has a good relationship with the elves, and is valued by the lord as a channel of communication."

"Managing the entire southern district, resources can be allocated at will, and life is very comfortable."

"In the Fallen Leaf, Cuttlefish is almost up to the top, has gained the approval of the potion masters, and has a talented disciple by his side to learn from. He has no worries about food and drink."

"The materials for restoring magic power are also the help of potion masters, making life more comfortable, and you can simply enjoy yourself in bed."

Jiang Heyi retorted, "If you call them all to your side now, will you support them?"

Elena stammered, but stubbornly insisted, "I can raise it too."

"Stop talking nonsense, you poor dragon, how are you going to feed it?"

“We dragons have a hoarding habit; we have money, but we hide it in places you don’t know.”

"Wake up, do you think I don't know whether you have money or not?"

Jiang Heyi chuckled with a "tsk".

"Without a promise, you wouldn't even bother working for someone else to forge equipment."

"Don't even mention currency, you have to find materials locally, even your own scales."

"After Tina died, she wandered around aimlessly, and when she got tired, she would just sleep and leave everything in a mess. She's such a poor bastard."

As familiar as if they were family heirlooms!

Elaevi's face turned pale and then red.

She gritted her teeth.

"It's just money, I can rob it!"

Jiang Heyi shrugged.

"Someone made a promise to you that you wouldn't become a mad dragon. It's one thing to be stubborn, but if you break your promise and Tina's soul is resurrected one day, how will you face her?"

Elaine frowned.

The previous conversation was just something we said casually in the heat of the moment.

but……

"Even the best necromancers in Anna cannot resurrect the souls that have already vanished. Without exception, the souls they summon are bewildered spirits that have lost their self-awareness."

“That’s because they’re not good enough.” Jiang Heyi scratched his head and reminded him, “The prison guard master is a necromancer.”

One sentence made Elaine's eyes widen in surprise.

Jiang Heyi hasn't unleashed his ultimate move yet.

Just because the necromancers of Anna can't do it doesn't mean that mages outside of Anna can't.

Without a ruler, the continent of Devilland has already bred a group of vicious necromancers.

Perhaps having witnessed enough of the jailer's outrageous actions, Elera Vie didn't immediately criticize the necromancer's evil nature.

After all, she couldn't tell whether it was more evil to lick other people's legs or for a necromancer to manipulate corpses and enslave souls.

Time is the best teacher for everyone at the boundary between the real and the virtual.

They already possessed knowledge comparable to those of higher ranks; all they needed was magical immersion to gradually adapt to the environment of the Anna world.

After a year of doing nothing, everyone reached level 3.

The higher the rank, the less noticeable the accumulation of magical power becomes, and the threshold becomes apparent.

Elaeva had followed Jiang Heyi for a long time, but she never felt the existence of a threshold.

His daily routine was unremarkable, with no sign of magical application training, yet his rank was slowly rising in the shadows, as if he were eating or drinking.

The magical power that made her laugh when they first met had unknowingly swelled to the point where it was about to reach a higher level.

I've never seen anyone like this before, getting stronger without any effort.

It's like... a dragon.

She saw five such dragons.

Summer has arrived once again. A year has passed in a flash, as if to prove Jiang Heyi's theory of a humanoid dragon. With the help of the magic potion brought by the cuttlefish, Jiang Heyi has stepped into the 5th rank.

Summer of the 34th year of the Kurien calendar. Two years after the boundary between reality and illusion was established, all five individuals who had been informed had, without exception, reached the watershed between ordinary and high-level mages within the Anna magic system.

Also in that year, the wonder was completed.

The complex of buildings, surrounded by wetlands teeming with strange insects, resembles a corner of a prehistoric civilization when viewed from the sky, displaying grandeur amidst desolation.

Castle after castle, tower after tower, under the jailer's principle of "money is no object," the craftsmen used their life's work to build a masterpiece that blends various architectural styles from the Ana continent.

"A Frankenstein's monster," the visiting squid aptly observed.

It's like having pavilions, towers, bridges, and flowing water on the left, a Gothic city in the middle, and a retro, nostalgic style with red brick and mud-brick houses on the right.

If a few more arches and Roman columns were added, and one could wander through them, one would experience a sense of temporal and spatial chaos.

Ksha will probably really like it here.

Without a cohesive and unified architectural style, this hodgepodge looks at first glance like a civilization marvel deep within a sea of ​​fallen stars.

Jiang Heyi didn't care about the overall result. The prison guard manor in Blue Lake Wetland was just a dumpling wrapped up for the natural wonder of the teleportation array.

The water is boiling; all that's left is to put the dumplings in.

At this moment, the busiest person is none other than the prison guard.

More than one nobleman has inquired about the "entertainment programs" at the jailer's manor and how to obtain an invitation when commissioning articles.

The year-and-a-half-long construction period allowed the initial rumors to spread to the point that everyone knew about them.

He had already commissioned seven paintings from the jailer, each featuring Prince Sloan, a figure of a different race, subtly reminding him not to go too far, or he would not be able to ignore it.

Despite the presence of explicit content, we remain steadfast in our principles and as upright as ever.

Erotic pictures are erotic pictures, and reality is reality; Prince Sloan distinguishes between the two very clearly.

Without a doubt, the jailer was certain that this was a true moral exemplar, a completely different species from those rebellious nobles whose minds were controlled by their lower bodies.

Jiang Heyi, who had just returned to Xiangfeng for a short rest, heard about the incident and became somewhat curious.

"Seven different races?"

“Right.” The jailer tapped his forehead in recollection, “Humans, forest elves, dark elves, siren, hybrid cat-eared race, hybrid werewolf, hybrid dragon-human.”

Aside from commissioning and submitting articles, there was little communication between the two parties.

However, the jailer could discern from the few words Prince Sloan spoke that he longed for true love.

Jiang Heyi's deduction is correct.

Born into royalty, he is particularly sensitive to women who approach him with ulterior motives.

He wasn't exactly morally fastidious; as a prince educated by Kurien, he understood the principle of meritocracy and the distinction between pure and impure water.

But this education couldn't stop him from scrutinizing the opposite sex.

On the day he was commissioned to create the elf illustrations, Prince Sloan unusually drank quite a bit of alcohol.

According to Jiang Heyi's recollection, he was not a heavy drinker. Except for necessary occasions, low-alcohol fruit wine was his standard drink, and getting drunk was a pipe dream for him.

However, he was really drunk. That night, after drunkenly stating the terms of the commission, he staggered and fell. In the end, his bodyguards, who were hiding in the inner hall, came out and carried him away.

"Show me the picture of the elf," Jiang Heyi asked. "You have a copy, right?"

"Of course, I have backed up every single erotic picture. They are my precious spiritual wealth, and I can't miss a single one."

The jailer rubbed his hands together and took out a copy of Prince Sloan's painting from a hidden compartment in the studio.

Seeing that Jiang Heyi was examining the object carefully, the jailer suddenly spoke up.

“I’ve checked, she doesn’t look like a wolf queen.”

"..."

"Can you say something even more shocking?" Jiang Heyi sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"This is a very reasonable line of reasoning. People speak the truth when they are drunk, and the requests they make subconsciously at this time should represent the image of a partner they most desire in their subconscious."

"Let me extract a few key pieces of information that I believe are most crucial."

"Shoulder-length blonde hair, neither too long nor too short, looks very neat."

"Straight bangs, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and a heroic and imposing presence."

"They can't be too petite and thin; the muscles in their arms and calves should be firm and well-defined."

"Did you find anything?"

Jiang Heyi stroked his chin, looking at the prison guard for advice.

"Not too petite and thin, with detailed descriptions of muscle definition, are keywords that Prince Sloan often mentions when commissioning articles."

The prison guard took out the original draft of the painting to show it to the public.

"Look, the first commissioned artwork is for the human race, and it also requires a healthy wheat-colored complexion."

"The Dark Elf also added a detail: to make the eyes sharper, to draw almost fully exposed erotic pictures, to have a resistant expression, but also to maintain the original character's personality traits."

The jailer circled in front of Jiang Heyi.

"Personally, I believe that the message Prince Sloan projected from the commissioned article by Seth proved that he lacked self-confidence and the support that propelled him forward."

"Therefore, his fantasies about his ideal woman contain a certain decisiveness and heroism, which can make him feel safe and subtly change his behavior."

"At the same time, a person of the opposite sex with such qualities has an independent personality and is not someone who would simply give up their own self for someone else's status."

"He would rather fall in love with someone who loves him for who he is, rather than for his status, and who has the potential to change the underlying cowardice that he has never been able to change."

"..."

"..."

Jiang Heyi was stunned for a long time before she couldn't hold back any longer.

"You draw erotic pictures, right?"

(End of this chapter)