T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 599, 598. Prince Sloan: I have a friend.

The flaming wooden stake, which had been sulking, suddenly got a headache when it heard that French fries were also looking for Promise Roll.

Her and Tina's masterpiece is planting a beacon, making it one-way transparent to this group of people?
When asked about the root cause of getting lost, French Fries was still somewhat puzzled.

Upon seeing the "bonds" in Elaine's hand, she immediately felt relieved.

The spawn point is random, and the emphasis before arrival is on adapting to changing circumstances.

The culprit that caused the action plan to fail and lead to getting lost is the potato, so what else can be said?

Upon learning that only the four Primarchs were even more unlucky than him, having stumbled upon a monster tide historical event at the start of the game, French Fries could only jokingly say, "I'm just making do with what I have."

As dawn broke, the two returned to Xiangfeng.

Upon learning the result, the anxious jailer let out a sigh.

"It seems like all you can think about is seeing orange tea and wanting a sip after all this time," Fries hit the nail on the head.

"Hey, it's been two years. Pretty servants have come and gone, but I haven't touched a single one. The animal ears and tails of the mixed-race creatures are incredibly tempting to me, but I've still managed to suppress them." The jailer snorted, "What's wrong with licking one?"

"You're hopeless."

"You didn't just find out I'm beyond saving today," the jailer said matter-of-factly. "But I'm relieved that Orange Tea is alright."

French Fries waved his hand, and when the maid knocked on the door and brought in a fruit platter, he immediately shoveled it in front of him and started eating heartily.

The primeval jungle where they lived had plenty of berries, but large fruits were relatively scarce.

Aside from French fries, my favorite food is all kinds of sweet fruits.

She frequented various dessert stalls in Guangzhou, and even when they lived together, they would always keep a pot of dessert at home.

"Give me some fries, I haven't had them in almost two years, I'm really itching for them."

Jiang Heyi smiled as he watched French fries devour fruit, juices gushing out, and said with a doting smile.

"It was arranged a long time ago; we'll have fries for breakfast."

The French fries were devouring a watermelon that wasn't as sweet as in his previous life, spitting out the seeds incessantly.

"Tell me about the plot developments outside... Hehe~~ Everything's normal?"

He led her into the darkroom of the underground art studio, and the two pulled back the curtain covering the wall.

A map of Anna's territory, covered with markings, came into view.

On a large square table in the corner, sand tables representing Falling Star Sea, Wind Pod City, and Anna Capital City are arranged in an orderly manner.

The jailer proudly declared, "I'll be responsible for the technical aspects of recreating the memories provided by Potato. How about that? I'm not just good at drawing; my basic drawing skills are pretty good too."

French Fries glanced at Jiang Heyi, who had done the most work, before nodding helplessly.

If you want to firmly remember a massive amount of information, simply relying on rote memorization will inevitably lead to forgetting and omissions after you put it into practice.

Of the seven, only Jiang Heyi, with the assistance of Holola in his previous life and the mental techniques specially trained by Sayer in his reincarnation, was able to imprint effective information deep in his mind as much as possible, so that he could use it at any time.

Even if there are still omissions or parts that cannot be recalled, the accuracy rate of recall can reach 7% when it involves major historical events.

The wind chimes in the dark room rang, and the jailer helped bring down a large bucket of hot fries.

Seeing my favorite food, the fatigue from the long journey vanished, and I couldn't wait to savor the fries.

She let out a beautiful moan with just the first bite.

"Don't look at me, keep talking."

Jiang Heyi pinched her cheek and began to introduce her.

Summer of Kurien 34, Mint has been enrolled for 1 year at this point in time.

According to sources, the "friction" between Renee and Mint has begun and is quite intense.

The process was no different from what was described in the game; Renee chased after Mint in a contest.

The time when Mint will lose her temper and voluntarily drop out of school is not far off.

“Last month, Mint left school for a while in a daze. It must be because her friends in the same department started to dislike her.”

Looking at the other timid students of the same year, it was no accident that Mint was noticed by Renee.

Renee's family background is so powerful that even if Mint's demands are correct, it's hard for others to even think of arguing with her.

Not daring to resent Renee, I could only choose Mint.

To be honest, Jiang Heyi and the prison guard felt terrible hearing that Bohe was always suffering losses but pretending to be strong.

Unfortunately, since Mint hadn't dropped out of school to go to that destined place, they could only watch from afar.

French Fries pointed to the first small city-state in the corner of the map, "Hot Fat".

"Where are the dawn redwoods?"

Jiang Heyi smiled: "Because the metasequoia tree won't have much impact on our reunion a year later, we are helping Bohe fulfill her filial duty."

French fries blinked.

As the winter of the 34th year of the Kurien calendar approached, Jiang Heyi, in the name of "Mint Friend," sent the following items one after another.

Warm clothing: mainly made of monster leather, with slight modifications, it can be sold to adventurers in Hotfat City.

Given the capabilities of dawn redwood, generating some revenue from it is not a problem.

Jiang Heyi created fructose from his memories of his previous life: the children in the orphanage couldn't resist its temptation.

Anna's fructose is mostly in the form of hard candy, while soft candy is a delicacy that only the upper-class nobility can afford.

He didn't care about any of that; he stuffed the package full of handmade gummy candies and gave them directly to the kids to satisfy their cravings.

Mint works hard outside to earn money so that everyone in the orphanage can have candy often.

The plot development issues, the guilt of watching Mint suffer losses, all the compensation is given to Metasequoia and the children in the orphanage!

Since the gift was not a valuable item, although the cypress was puzzled, she could not directly refuse the kindness.

She didn't communicate with Mint often, for fear of disturbing her studies.

Therefore, even now, people still mistakenly believe that Mint met a high-born magician friend at the academy.

Of course, that's actually the case.

However, it will still take some time before she and Renee can truly let go of their past grievances.

"Now when they arrest Mint's mom, if she resists, they can say, 'Mint, you don't want the orphanage kids to know you're out there begging for food, all dirty and disheveled, do you?'"

Potato Fries stared blankly at the prison guard.

"What, what are you doing? Don't you think that doing this will give Mint a really funny expression?"

It seems that the jailer's illness was triggered by not being able to lick the orange tea.

French fries fed the "main body" to Jiang Heyi, watching him chew it over and over before they were satisfied.

"What about the Sea of ​​Fallen Stars?"

The jailer whistled beside him.

When discussing Fallen Star, one cannot avoid mentioning C'Thun.

Strictly speaking, the combination of potatoes and fries is driven by the direct impact of the Kshatriya.

If it weren't for Ke Xia's masterful offensive in the game, French Fries wouldn't have fallen into Jiang Heyi's arms so quickly and turned into mashed potatoes.

Fries glanced at him and said, "Stop making a fuss. This isn't a game. Ksha doesn't even know us yet."

"We have no reliable sources of information about the direction of Falling Star Sea, so we know nothing about it."

"However, according to tracking the movements in the direction of the Great Snow Mountain, she is not currently working for anyone or just messing around."

Jiang Heyi stroked his chin: "Actually, I've been thinking about whether the part about the Great Snow Mountain needs to be recreated."

"If we want to directly enter the Fallen Star Sea storyline, intercepting Kesha in advance should be feasible." "As for the Great Snow Mountain Demon, now that we have mastered the method and understand the existence of the Metasequoia, there are other ways to complete the initial contact without having to go through a long detour like in the game."

When Jiang Heyi was sorting out the game's plot, he discovered that, apart from Mint, Renee, and Kurion, the main storyline involved following the rules and waiting for time to pass.

Erera, Ksha, and others are all capable of adapting to changing circumstances and triggering events in advance.

This is also the true meaning of what the Lord meant when he said, "Only the right people can do the right things."

Jiang Heyi then introduced how the prison guard used XP to profile Prince Sloan.

"Uh, does that mean we have one more thing to do this time around: find him a wife?"

Jiang Heyi shrugged: "Since the goal is to recreate the future, we can't just stand by and watch Anna, who finally escaped the cycle, fall into the flames of war. Wouldn't that be a waste of our efforts to save her?"

French Fries, resting her chin on her hand: "We're quite busy, stopping vicious cycles, fixing serious bugs, creating new futures, and even helping with matchmaking."

She's practically like a nanny for the Anaworld.

"So, how do you plan to help me find a wife?"

Jiang Heyi and the prison guard looked at each other and shook their heads repeatedly.

Asking them this kind of question is a bit beyond their level.

Although Prince Sloan's XP was quite obvious, using a chart to screen him was like knowing his face but not his heart.

Jiang Heyi's mind had no spare space to record the lives of these insignificant figures from the corners of history.

French Fries stroked his chin, pondering for a moment: "Anyway, I just need a tomboy with his own opinions, someone who can provide him with the motivation to move forward?"

"Uh... that's a bit too rigid. Maybe they just want someone with a strong personality, decisiveness, and strong execution skills?" the jailer hesitated.

He is always very meticulous when it comes to XP.

The bell rang urgently in the dark room.

The team meeting was in full swing when the sudden interruption annoyed the jailer.

It's almost dawn, what could be so urgent as to disturb someone's peaceful sleep?
The jailer looked surprised as he left the dark room and returned.

"Sloan is here again."

Jiang Heyi asked in surprise, "Are you going to the Klitten Manor?"

"No, he's already here!"

The mechanism of the hidden room's partition went down, sealing the room.

Jiang Heyi and the fries instantly transformed into obedient servants, standing in the corner as Sloan's bodyguards inspected their belongings.

"No need, all of you step back. Let me speak with the jailer master alone."

Sloan spoke up, and the venue was immediately cleared out.

The jailer asked knowingly, "Sir, you're up quite early."

“I’m still awake.” Sloan smiled slightly. “I had some things on my mind, and since I happened to be passing by, and thinking that it had been a while since I’d received a masterpiece from a master, I decided to pay a visit.”

After glancing at the "main body" of the fries that he hadn't had time to take away, Sloan picked up a fry with great interest and ate it.

"This is……"

"Some snacks to relieve boredom, I create at night, without chewing anything, my mind is empty."

Prince Sloan laughed.

“I’ve worked with a lot of artists, and it seems like everyone likes to dance late at night.”

"It's quiet enough to let your mind wander," the prison guard said. "Our inspiration comes from those fleeting thoughts that arise during these moments of wandering. If we can capture even a little of them, it's enough to write with divine inspiration."

Prince Sloan picked up a canvas and covered up the unfinished manuscript.

A person's character is revealed in small details; Prince Sloan would never peek at other people's paintings without permission.

There had never been a case of someone disturbing someone's sleep so early in the morning before. The jailer keenly sensed that Prince Sloan's visit this time had a special purpose: to commission an article.

It could even be described as urgent.

The jailer brother understands this feeling. When he used to search for pornographic pictures, he could flip through dozens of pages in one go in order to collect his favorite new ones.

I can relate to that feeling of never giving up until you're satisfied, tossing and turning all night!
"Sir, your visit so early isn't just about requesting an article, is it?"

After a moment of silence, Prince Sloan spoke slowly.

"I have a friend..."

The jailer was secretly laughing; it was a classic case of creating a friend out of thin air.

"He happened to see the commissioned painting and admired it very much."

"He also wants to commission articles?"

The jailer asked this question outwardly, but inwardly he was secretly laughing.

After collecting a lot of erotic images, your tastes have become more sophisticated, your threshold has been raised, and you're looking for something more exciting, right?
Previously, he had only eaten vegetarian dishes. Knowing that other nobles were asking him to invite them to eat meat dishes, he wanted to try it too, but he was too embarrassed to say so.

He understands everything.

Isn't this mentality the same as having a problem in a certain area and being reluctant to seek medical help?

Come on, tell me your favorite pose; there's a lot to explore in this area.

Everyone's been planning to find you a wife, the more details the better!
"Could you paint a normal painting in the same style?" Sloan carefully uttered two words, "healthy, suitable for all ages."

What?
The prison guard had never imagined what would happen.

It's not even a vegetarian dish anymore; they've come to ask him to paint a wooden fish.
"That's true, no problem, but the background and coloring..."

"We have someone who can do this part of the work; please provide the line art."

The jailer nodded: "That's fine then. Please tell me your requirements?"

Prince Sloan pretended to be deep in thought before slowly speaking.

"A human, around 16 or 17 years old?"

"In terms of temperament, she's a bit rustic, like a country girl."

"Hair, shoulder-length, black with brown..."

Not right.

Nine out of ten something is wrong.

As the demands came out one after another, the jailer's hands trembled slightly.

This description sounds like the wolf queen!

To avoid any associations, Prince Sloan deliberately distinguished the decorations and clothing from the Queen's style in her youth, and did not mention her signature double wolf configuration.

"How was it? Was it difficult?"

"No, I need 7 days."

“No rush. My friend said that slow and steady wins the race. What he wants to see is a completely different version of her, yet still resembling her,” Prince Sloan thought for a moment. “Let’s double the usual fee for the article.”

After giving the detailed account, Prince Sloan turned and left, leaving the jailer bewildered in the wind.

Jiang Heyi read the details of the manuscript request repeatedly, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

“If Sloan really does have a friend…” He swallowed hard, “who do you think would want this painting?”

French Fries rubbed his eyebrows.

"Let me think about it. Sloan's collection of erotic pictures was seen by Kurion, who found the style quite unique and interesting. So, he set aside the parts that were unbearable to look at and decided to try something new."

"Considering he rushed over in the early morning, it's highly likely... this just happened."

(End of this chapter)