T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 604, Section 603: Mint: I Don't Sell Myself

The atmosphere was strange.

As Mint walked along, the castles along the way stood silently like guards in black armor.

The only light source is the bright moonlight, which outlines the cold, hard lines.

She had attended some noble banquets at the academy with her mentor, where the lights, whether illuminated by crystals, candles, or magical means, were required to burn all night long.

This is basic pomp and circumstance, and also a symbol of status.

Even in vacant houses, most areas need to be lit up to avoid looking unsafe.

Refusing to turn on the lights because you feel it's a waste will only make you a laughingstock.

"As expected of a nouveau riche."

"If you hadn't become soaring in the sky by drawing weird things, Anna and her gang wouldn't have included you."

"Humph."

Mint muttered to herself as the only brightly lit castle in the Jailer's Manor came into view.

The snake-man pushed open the door and walked in with a nonchalant air, which made her pause for a second.

Logically, shouldn't the servant politely push open the door, bow, and respectfully let her, the guest, in first?

Mint pouted, thinking to herself, "Am I being looked down upon?"

Crossing the front yard, she looked at the magnificent hall not far away and clenched her fists in a fit of pique.

From early spring until now, after selling potions for so long, I haven't even saved up a single Lion King Coin.

What kind of bullshit master jailer is he? He's only been in Fragrant Breeze City for almost three years and he's already become a renowned artist among the Anna nobles.

Royal grant of permission to establish the estate, extravagant and wasteful, all done in one go.

Is her potion really inferior to those astringent things?
Mint kept crying out in her heart.

"Hold on, Mint, you must hold on! You absolutely can't smear that potion on that nouveau riche's face; we need him to make money!"

She suddenly felt something was off.

Why haven't we seen a single servant along the way?
If lighting is a symbol of aristocratic extravagance, then servants are an indispensable luxury for the nobility.

Some people pursue quantity, while others pursue quality; in short, one cannot be without it.

Even if the Jailer's Manor is newly renovated, the other castles are empty, and the only ones that will be occupied are those with a large number of servants.

Given the despicable nature of the prison guard master, he must have been surrounded by beautiful women.

No, none at all.

The castle was so quiet it was like a haunted house. As we followed the snake-woman maid up the steps, the echoing footsteps made it seem as if unseen monsters were lurking in the shadows, whispering and sending chills down our spines.

Mint felt uneasy, though she didn't want to admit it. She just puffed out her chest proudly and impatiently urged, "Why aren't we here yet?"

The snake-woman maid did not turn around, but continued to climb the steps and opened a large door on the fourth floor of the castle for her.

On the outward-extending observation deck, the evening wind howled. Mint, already frightened by the eerie and desolate atmosphere, carefully breathed in the fresh air to avoid drawing laughter with her heavy breathing.

Finally, I saw other living people, a total of... 7?
Mint's gaze swept back and forth across the 7-person dormitories on the observation deck, and she subconsciously took a step back.

Their gazes were fixed on him, seemingly filled with...longing?
Everyone present was dressed smartly and elegantly, and it was certain that there was no one of low status among them, including the master jailer.

Nobles of equal status gathered together?

What else can those despicable nobles do besides begging for paintings?
The more Mint thought about it, the more her scalp tingled.

She belatedly realized that barging in alone was not a good thing... Their gazes were growing increasingly intense, and her skin was burning from the sun.

There is a perversion!
"I can't show my weakness!" she thought to herself, and asked, "Who is the master jailer?"

The six people turned their heads in unison, and Mint followed their gaze to the jailer master. Next to him... this is a card table, but the small squares on the table are not very clear.

"I heard from Eleravie that you claim to be a potion master?" the jailer master asked.

Mint said confidently, "Not now, but it will be in the future."

"So, Peppermint, the future Potions Master, what deal do you want to discuss with us at the manor?"

The gaze was so intense that the other six people didn't say anything, but Mint could feel the almost tangible gaze sweeping over her.

As it happened, the jailer master's words were full of mockery and ridicule, showing that he looked down on him.

"If you refuse, just leave."

"With the academy uniform around, I can use this as leverage and not be afraid of these guys!"

Having made up her mind, Mint raised her head.

"If the Jailer Master wants to establish himself in Anna, he might as well invest in me. Until he becomes a Potions Master, I'm willing..."

"Okay, I agree."

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Mint felt as if she had been hit head-on by a galloping Pegasus, and she was lifted into the air, soaring through the sky.

The brief silence triggered a flashback in her mind, bringing back a series of memories from the past.

The bizarre development caused my brain to become uncontrollably confused.

"Uh, I haven't finished yet."

“Yes, I agree.” The jailer master waved his hand. “I’ll invest.”

what is this!
She meticulously prepared her self-introduction, her mind filled with how to fool that damned nouveau riche and get money out of his pocket.

Therefore, she also imagined that nouveau riche who rose from humble beginnings would be extremely guarded over their money, setting up obstacles and repeatedly checking and making things difficult for them.

What does it mean to agree before the other person has finished speaking?
"No, Master Jailer, I want you to invest in me long-term. It will be a long-term deal and will cost a lot of money."

The jailer master nodded repeatedly: "Yes, welcome to the jailer's manor."

The eagerness in his words was almost overflowing!
"Aren't you going to test my abilities? Aren't you afraid I'll lie to you?"

"Not afraid."

This time, it was the dark elf next to the jailer master who spoke up. Her eyes held a smile as she gazed at him with gentle tenderness.

It felt as if he would put his hand on her face and rub it at any moment.

hiss~~~
I got goosebumps from the mint.

He lost confidence in his magical talent and couldn't help but examine himself.

"I'm not famous either." "My potion-making talent probably isn't among the best..."

Even if it were, it has never been shown.

"They're so enthusiastic...wow, why is everyone looking at me with such sticky eyes..."

"They couldn't possibly be... interested in me as a person, could they?"

Thinking of this, Mint suddenly shuddered.

She swallowed hard, took a step back, and bumped into...

"Be careful, don't fall." The serpent maid's eyes were just as intense.

However, unlike the seven people opposite her, she was filled with curiosity.

What are you curious about?
It can't be about whether it tastes good or not, right?

The snake maid is a mannequin, but she isn't!

Mint hurriedly explained, "I know about the jailer master's peculiar...hobbies. I'm an outstanding student at the Star Speaker Academy; I only sell potions, not my body!"

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The air froze for nearly three seconds. Under Mint's gaze, the expressions of the seven people opposite were somewhat... subtle?
It was like sucking on a lemon, so sour that your lips pursed, and a smile lingered in your throat, making a "gurgling" sound.

Finally, the master jailer couldn't hold back any longer.

"Haha ...

"Selling yourself, that...that, Mint, is it?"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

The jailer master laughed and slapped his thigh, bending over and over with exaggerated abandon.

When he looked up, tears welled up in his eyes from laughing.

That incredibly infectious smile instantly broke the composure of the six people around her.

They, who were already struggling to hold back their laughter, burst into giggles.

Mint had considered various possibilities, such as being rejected, forced to stay, or being persuaded, but what she saw before her eyes...

After a few seconds of stunned silence, she belatedly realized the mocking undertone in the maniacal laughter.

A flame shot from his chest straight up to the top of his head.

"What do you mean?!"

"Does that mean I'm completely inferior to this snake-woman maid? Is it impossible for anyone to like my type?!"

Mint, belatedly realizing that her mockery had a positive effect—it proved that no one was interested in her.

But... that damn competitive spirit!
"I'm leaving. I'm not cooperating with you anymore."

Her emotions were being torn back and forth, and she felt that these people were all crazy.

Anyone who joins the Jailer's Manor is a complete idiot!
"No, please don't go, Mint Mommy..."

Mint tilted her head, her mind full of questions, as a soft-spoken girl grabbed her arm.

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Mint was heartbroken.

"Is this some new form of mockery?!"

"Do you guys think I have absolutely no charm as a girl?!"

What does it mean that everyone around breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that?
Mint's head was spinning from all the people here; she hadn't calmed down for a single second since they met.

"No, no, since you're already here, stay! Don't you want to become a renowned potions master in Anna? We'll grant your wish."

Mint noticed the subject.

"You, you guys?"

"correct."

While she was still full of questions, everyone present introduced themselves.

Unsurprisingly, they were all incredibly strange names.

Who names their child after a quilt?!
And that squid over there, is it a seafood product brought ashore?
The rest are either food animals or minerals.

"They're all monsters!" she thought viciously.

Potato said, "We do need a good potion master right now to solve some problems, and for that, we can provide all the materials you need."

"If we don't have it now, we'll do everything we can to find it for you."

"In short, the ultimate goal is definitely to make you Anna, a household name in potions, a top-tier sage!"

I'm really dizzy from the peppermint.

She began to lose track of whether these people were joking with her or genuinely sincere.

With a determined look, she decided to go for something big.

"Hmph, since you all say that, then show me your sincerity." Mint took the initiative and stretched out her hand to the crowd, "Come on, give me money, as much as you have."

"Or give me the ingredients for potions."

"Hmph, you can't give it to me now."

"You keep saying who doesn't..."

"Boom~~"

The snake-woman maid, having received instructions, quickly ran back and forth.

A large box full of potion ingredients, imbued with the essence of herbs and plants, appeared before Mint's eyes.

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"what?"

Why would you really give it to me?!

(End of this chapter)