T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 600, Page 599: French fries, delicious!

Kurien himself was not an art lover; his favorite collections were weapons, equipment, and books.

Jiang Heyi recalled three incidents in which he intersected with art collections, all related to the Wolf Queen and occurring around the time of her death.

"The scene brought back memories?"

Jiang Heyi quickly grasped the key words.

"Can this really trigger emotions... It can't be that half-werewolf look, can it? Is Kuryn getting a sudden urge?"

Chatting with the jailer really ruined the atmosphere, but then again, it was a bit strange to have Anna's acknowledged king of the underworld draw something serious.

Jiang Heyi searched through the archived paintings, her gaze finally settling on…

The jailer followed the gaze.

"Oh ho ho? What does this have to do with the wolf queen? It's a painting of elves playing in the water."

The subtle title of the painting made the fries he was eating while holding the main character choke, causing him to cough violently.

"It's not the wolf queen, it's the key word."

This time, the jailer realized what was happening: "Summer..."

As Kuryn lay dying, he saw the wolf queen from years ago waking him from his slumber under the same tree they had met.

Becoming the leader of the empire and leading it to revive and regain its glory, decades passed in the blink of an eye.

Countless heroic epics, with their overwhelming grandeur, cannot compare to the gentle shade of the trees that summer, and the friends and lovers who never left.

It was as if I had toured my own personal testament to the stars.

All the complicated past events are but a dream.

Jiang Heyi was able to guess that Kurien was planning a surprise inspection of Sloan's collection.

It's likely that Wick's Lion King guards found out about his secret deal with the jailer.

The prison guard was the first in Anna to open a shop selling pornographic images.

The old father, who could guess what had happened without even thinking, was struck by the thought that Sloan was 30 years old, unmarried, and childless…

Historically, Sloan's collection consisted of nothing more than beautiful oil paintings of young girls.

Now he's become a fan of two-dimensional characters, and his paper-sex obsession is unfolding. It's no wonder he's in such a hurry.

“It’s not the right time yet. It would be best to make contact with Kurien after the Falling Star Sea incident.” Jiang Heyi scratched his forehead and paced back and forth.

French Fries gave the jailer a disgruntled look.

"Your butterfly wings are creating too much wind."

"I had no choice in landing here. I can't just dine and dash for two years, can I?" the prison guard said. "Besides, all the money I'm earning now is from my own hard work. This ability to adapt to changing circumstances has been a huge help in blurring the lines between reality and virtuality. I'm innocent!"

Jiang Heyi comforted him, "The jailer is right. As the saying goes, the right people always do the right things. Since we are closely connected with Anna, we will have a 'solution' after adapting to the situation."

He tapped his forehead: "The closer we get to the start time, the more pronounced these chain reactions triggered by our arrival in Anna will become. We must hold the Mint Line."

The jailer asked, "So what should I do?"

“Draw for him, then gradually reduce commissions, suspend activities, and tell the public that he is busy with trivial matters at the prison guard's manor.”

Seeing these objects might remind Kuryn of someone, and he might even have the idea of ​​seeing the jailer.

To avoid making Kurien feel that he is being deliberately avoided, the trend of reducing commissioned articles should continue to be spread from now on.

The fries seemed lost in thought.

"It seems you don't intend to stop the Anna nobles from communicating with the Fallen Star Sea, which could lead to the drugging incident?"

"This is the key to us becoming heroes of the Fallen Star Sea, the freest people in Anna: not stopping them."

French Fries frowned: "So, the key is how to get into the Fallen Star Sea. Last time, it was Ksha who led the way, and he happened to be there with Mint..."

The jailer raised his hands in a French military salute: "Whatever you want, we can't let Kesha go to the Great Snow Mountain and enter that damned storyline of working for the nobles. Have you even considered the actual combat strength of the siren?"

After just a second of imagining it, the three of them immediately looked troubled.

In the 35th year of the Kurien calendar, the boundary between the virtual and real worlds reached level 6, which is considered a high-level boundary.

It seems similar to the situation in the game, but there's no Gluttony to suppress seafood, no game-specific weakening of the Siren's Word of Power talent. This is an 8th-tier Siren of historical difficulty. You can fight it, but it won't make a sound.

Reality is such a shitty game. Dragons, sirens, vampires, elves—these are the dominant races. Top-tier, overpowered monsters are ignored. The balance is a mess!
"For Anna's sake, Potato, you should sacrifice yourself and use your good looks to seduce her."

French Fries crossed his arms: "If there's no other way... I don't care."

The jailer laughed: "Look, even the fries are so understanding. But, since the potato got the scales of the mirror, there should be other ways. Don't rush."

Jiang Heyi was exasperated by this clown, and Fries' nonchalance left him somewhat bewildered, so he quickly waved his hand.

Just as I was about to explain, French Fries chuckled and spoke up.

"You want to tell Jingxin that the world is about to be destroyed, and to avoid falling into a cycle, you need to put on a show with us now."

"When the nobleman Anna comes to drug the siren, you turn a blind eye. We'll use this as bait to extort a hefty sum from Anna."

"As long as we follow the script we designed at the boundary between reality and illusion, Anna and the Fallen Star Sea will coexist peacefully, and the Fallen Star Sea can even profit from it?" "Come on, if you were Jingxin, and suddenly a few terrestrial beings appeared and told you that the world would end soon, would you believe the terrestrial beings, or would you believe your people who say you are an evil spirit and should be buried?"

The jailer shook his head repeatedly: "I didn't mean to tell her the truth so abruptly!"

"But similar methods will always be subject to Jingxin's thorough questioning. As a ticket to enter the Falling Star Sea, the scales are qualified, but they are not very useful for making the plot develop naturally."

"Ailera is not involved, so simple curiosity is enough to keep her waiting."

"Jingxin is the lord of the Fallen Star Sea. If she doesn't handle the matter of drugging the siren properly, we, as terrestrial beings, will be subjected to AOE attacks of hatred."

"In other words, taking away the scales from the potato is a last resort; you can't expect it to play the role that Ksha originally had in the story."

French Fries and Jiang Heyi were on the same wavelength again; everything he wanted to say was said before he could.

No one would believe that Anna was trapped in a cycle, destroying herself again and again.

Even the rare wise men of the last days experienced resistance and disbelief before they understood the truth.

Short-term prophets gain worship.

Mid-term forecasters are revered as think tanks.

Those who truly pierce through the fog of time and become long-term prophets often first experience the fate of being nailed to the cross of madness.

Until one day, when the prophesied future became the present, the living people suddenly realized that the madman had always held a map to the future, but at the time no one dared to look down and examine it closely.

French Fries placed his hands on both sides of Jiang Heyi's cheeks and applied slight pressure.

"My Lord, you hinted to me in private... if restoration requires this price, I will try to accept it."

"But I haven't accepted it yet."

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, I’m informing you that I accept.” Fries pressed his forehead against Jiang Heyi’s. “Don’t hesitate, don’t feel burdened. We are all in a cycle. There’s only one thing you need to think about: get us, and Mint and the others out of here.”

The jailer was practically shoving his hand into his mouth.

They stared at each other for a long time, their eyelashes fluttering together.

Jiang Heyi took a deep breath: "If I have no choice, I will."

As if nothing had happened, he immediately let go of the fries and continued to enjoy the bucket of fries.

Having witnessed this historic moment, the jailer suddenly became very perceptive and used a magical messenger to notify the servants to prepare several more buckets of fries.

These fries are delicious! The more you eat, the better they taste!
Hmm, the soundproofing array in their room needs to be set up like a nested doll.

Under Jiang Heyi's direction, the prison guard gradually reduced the number of manuscripts he accepted.

Upon seeing this, Anna's landscape painter couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

A "newcomer" arrived in Anna, whose painting output was as prolific as a sow's; no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't beat him.

They served as a backdrop, highlighting the prison guard's straightforwardness and diligence.

The nobles didn't see any problem with it either.

It's only natural for a master to be selective about the manuscripts he receives. The previous large-scale release of manuscripts was a kind of opening promotion to gain the title of the number one person in the inner circle.

Slowing down their creative pace has actually increased the value of their paintings.

They said they were going to finish up at the jailer's manor.
That's wonderful! It means that they'll receive an invitation from the manor in two or three years at the latest!
The painters of the time gathered at the Clitten estate.

The grand ceremony of the inner world opened at the jailer's manor, without interfering with each other.

Taking advantage of the lull in the nobles' commissioning of manuscripts, the jailer secretly spread the news among everyone.

From the height of summer to the beginning of autumn, the final draft was completed; it was the painting of Kurien's Queen of the Wolves.

The wolf queen in the painting leans against a big tree, her head slightly tilted, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, sleeping soundly.

The lines perfectly capture the mood of that summer, and the onomatopoeic sound of cicadas makes you feel the clamor in your ears even through the canvas, as if a wave of heat is rushing towards you.

The delay in submitting the manuscript was also at Jiang Heyi's request.

Since Kurien did not explicitly state a deadline, given his personality, he certainly wouldn't urge him to update.

The jailer had stirred up too much trouble in Xiangfeng. From summer to autumn, a whole season was enough for him to lay the groundwork and escape smoothly.

"If you ask me, don't paint the atmosphere so beautifully. Just quickly draw a wolf queen's character portrait and be done with it. You had to fill the whole summer element in so much detail..."

He didn't quite understand why Potato, if he wanted "Master Jailer" to temporarily leave the stage, would still go and provoke the Lion King's memories.

"It's not like we're making you, the master, disappear completely. Leaving a slight hint isn't a bad thing," Jiang Heyi reminded him. "The Lion King's guards have already secretly investigated the jailer's manor."

"Huh? Then, Hagiron..."

“If Elera Vie were so easily detected, she would truly be a Hagi Dragon,” Jiang Heyi laughed. “If nothing seems amiss, she probably really thinks she’s a cute little snake-person.”

Even Elena couldn't sense the teleportation array through magic, so the inner guards, who could even misjudge her background, had no chance of finding out the problem.

The commotion that the jailer had caused among the Anna nobles has been settled after being reviewed by the Imperial Guards, and it's unlikely that any of Anna's top-level combatants will come to verify it again.

"Pack your things, we should go." Jiang Heyi patted the prison guard on the shoulder. "Orange Tea is waiting for you over there."

(End of this chapter)