T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

In Anna, the pursuit of art is top-down, and only the nobility have the vast wealth to support their non-material enjoyment of aesthetics, whether it's a affectation of taste or a genuine cultivation of character.

Through the conversation, the gallery owner guessed that the prison guard was an art enthusiast from the lower classes, and hinted at it.

"If you want to make money, you have to cater to people's preferences."

"No matter how successful you think your work is, without their recognition and the inability to monetize it, it is worthless."

"We need to eat our fill before we can talk about art."

The jailer curled his lip, revealing a disdainful expression.

Observing the expressions on the other end, the gallery owner said no more, thinking to himself that saying more would be pointless, and that reality would teach every arrogant person a lesson.

Do you have any more provocative paintings?

The gallery owner was puzzled: "Exciting? Violent and bloody? Of course, there is, but in the deeper parts of the gallery, according to imperial decree, these works cannot be displayed in a place visible at the entrance of the shop."

"I'm asking about paintings that contain elements of desire." The jailer, fearing the other person might not understand, cut to the chase, "Sexy pictures, do you have any smutty pictures here!"

The gallery owner was speechless for a moment, then slowly nodded.

“We do sell this type of painting, but in very small quantities.”

"Why are they so rare? Because so few people paint them?"

"That's only one reason. Another reason is the buyers..." The gallery owner pointed to the ceiling, "The demand from the noble gentlemen is huge."

The artists of Anna have their own kind of reserve.

For the sake of art, it's perfectly acceptable to paint nude human figures.

However, depicting the human body purely for desire makes them feel that their souls are being defiled.

Therefore, for paintings with such special requirements, buyers who have a custom order need to pay a considerable "consolation fee".

Even so, one cannot obtain paintings from renowned masters. Even painters with some fame will arrogantly wave their hands in refusal, as if hearing such a request would offend their ears.

"Defile your soul?" The jailer laughed. "What's the big deal? My soul has never been clean."

Upon hearing this, the gallery owner was taken aback.

"Your Excellency... could it be..."

"Don't ask questions yet, take me to see what this erotic picture you're talking about looks like."

The gallery owner hesitated for a moment, then personally led the jailer into a dark room and turned on the wall lamps on both sides.

The jailer paced back and forth in the dark room, his eyes sweeping across the canvases. The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed, and the more troubled he became.

"This is... what you called a painting that can corrupt the soul?"

The gallery owner nodded, seemingly puzzled.

"No, can you tell me where the astringency comes from?"

"A group of naked women standing in the center of the picture, with just a few strokes to outline the background—is that erotic?"

"I could buy a sheep, pluck its wool, and hang its front hooves up; it would still be rougher than her!"

"And look at this one. It's not that showing skin is necessarily indecent. Half of her body is covered by a sheet... I can't see any coy shyness like a woman half-concealing her face. When a woman who looks so old and doesn't exude any youthful vibe poses like this, I can only think of an old woman pretending to be a young girl."

"It's neither art nor erotic, it's a complete mess. No talent and yet trying to draw erotic pictures!"

The gallery owner was initially taken aback, but later he became somewhat angry.

"The three artists we collaborated with may not be considered masters or renowned artists, but they are quite well-known, and their private paintings have numerous collectors..."

The jailer was speechless.

Even if you feed someone who has never eaten well, they can taste the flavor of braised pork from a bowl of chaff.

The nobles of the Anaworld are pitiful.

What good food could they have eaten?

It's nothing more than a few partially exposed bodies.

She has no figure, no posture, and no style.

The meal allowance is even less than what the other members in his group have.

The group members share porn every day, and after reading it, they can even post a few erotic pictures to cleanse their eyes. Even so, some guys with high standards still criticize it as not being erotic enough and suggest reposting it.

Seeing the prison guard feel pity for him, the gallery owner, who had been immersed in this kind of business for many years, was deeply hurt by the sympathy he felt for the country bumpkin.

"Sir, I don't know who you are, but since you look down on the painters here, why not show us your work and have a contest?"

The jailer shrugged and said, "I have no works."

The gallery owner was furious and decided to have the jailer thrown out.

"But I can paint one right now, you just need to provide the materials."

Driven by his competitive spirit, the gallery owner quickly arranged all the necessary props and then stayed in the painting studio.

Today he wanted to see what kind of amazing work this eloquent prison guard could actually produce.

Seeing that the jailer was using a charcoal pencil instead of ink, he asked him a question.

"You don't need models?"

"Why do I need models?" The prison guard tapped his head. "My head is full of models. I can draw whoever I want."

Madness!

He had never seen a painter who could create a good painting without any source material, relying solely on his imagination.

With just a few strokes, no human figure is visible; instead, a cross and a circle are drawn on the canvas... What does this mean?

The unprecedented brushstroke technique made him suppress his doubts and anger, and he quietly examined it.

"hiss……"

As time went on, the human figures on the canvas appeared in a strange way.

But... why is this painting style so strange?

The eyes of the person in the painting are significantly larger than they appear in reality.

Could they be some special humanoid race from some continent?

At first glance it may seem strange, but if you stare at it for a while, combined with its graceful figure and shape...

He couldn't help swallowing.

The jailer glanced at him sideways and couldn't help but chuckle.

As a seasoned ecchi enthusiast, I've had my fill of these images, and simply commissioning others isn't enough. In order to satisfy my needs more directly...

He embarked on a path of no return.

If you have both money and free time, then sign up for a painting class.

Watching wasn't enough; the prison guard decided to cook a feast himself.

He has some talent; after studying for a few years, he successfully earned the unanimous praise of Jiang Heyi, Moyu, and Siyuanti.

"It's usable now."

Only old gentlemen know the true value of those three words.

When applied to the barren soil of Anna, every stroke of the jailer's pen has a fatal impact.

Art trends are inherently mysterious and elusive concepts.

The prison guard looks at pornographic pictures from 10 or even 20 years ago, and if they're well-drawn, he thinks they're usable.

Art style?

You think porn is something so inconvenient? You're fucking underestimating porn!

As long as it's erotic enough, no matter the art style, it can instantly strike the depths of your soul and awaken your desires!

The power of desire is limitless!

The jailer stopped writing and looked back at the gallery owner.

He clearly grasped the essence, and was so immersed in the shock of this new style of painting that he couldn't extricate himself, his face flushed with excitement.

"I'm sorry, sir... I may not be qualified to make that decision; I need to consult with others."

“Then go and inform your buyer to come and admire it.” The jailer stretched. “This style of art is unique in all of Anna. There’s no other like it.”

Chapter 575 A young man has arrived in Fragrant Breeze City; becoming a master is only a matter of time.

The jailer has a great deal of misunderstanding about the circulation of erotic art in Anna's upper class.

Only after the gallery owner explained did he realize that, in order to ensure privacy, buyers of similar types of transactions would not show up.

Typically, buyers will entrust an intermediary to send a servant with a photo prop to take notes, and then carefully observe the items before making a purchase.

Unable to see the person in question, separated by a middleman.

"Buying a painting is like committing a crime; they're even worse off than us."

The gallery owner didn't know what the jailer meant by "we".

Normally, when he encounters people who lack common sense in the industry, he simply keeps his distance, fearing that they might turn into explosive poison and blow him to bits.

Today, he felt exceptionally patient and continued to explain.

"This process is mainly to protect the privacy of artists. They all care about their image and no one wants to be closely associated with erotic content, as that would be detrimental to their reputation."

Seeing the prison guard nodding repeatedly, the gallery owner felt that he understood the good intentions of these senior painters.

"You mean to say that there are no professional erotic illustrators in all of Anna?"

The gallery owner shook his head.

Everyone avoids it like the plague; I've never heard of anyone actively seeking it out.

The jailer was overjoyed: "Doesn't that mean I'm the number one in Anna?"

"?"

The gallery owner's head was buzzing.

Just getting close to the prison guard has already caused cracks in his understanding and values.

A sepia illustrator, the first in Anna.

The Anna language has this kind of permutation and combination, it's a hidden gem of vocabulary!

Everyone tries their best to avoid being associated with erotic and obscene keywords, so how could an artist be so happy to hear that?

"Your Excellency, you have some lofty ambitions..."

The gallery owner, nearing 40, had never felt so helpless. Dealing with the prison guard took more mental effort than dealing with the petty nobleman.

I really can't find an adjective, so I can only use "ambitious".

After saying that, he also felt that his Ana language was going into a dead state.

"Sir, please wait a moment."

The gallery owner released a magical messenger.

As night fell, a young man pushed open the gallery door and, with the servants nodding in acknowledgment, walked unimpeded into the dark room.

At this moment, only the jailer's paintings remained in the darkroom.

In half a day, he had already quickly produced four erotic images.

Without using color, relying solely on a charcoal pencil, he created masterpieces on the canvas that strongly attract the eyeballs, depicting characters of different sizes.

The moment the jailer looked up, the gallery owner immediately stepped forward to help introduce the gallery.

“Selvet is studying at the Imperial Mage Tower and is also a collaborator of this gallery.”

The jailer stopped writing and looked at the young man, who was probably only 25 or 6 years old, with great interest.

Being able to enter the Imperial Mage Tower at this age is enough to prove that he has extraordinary talent.

Servetus seemed hesitant to meet the jailer's gaze; his eyes darted between the easels, and he appeared somewhat dazed.

The jailer was very satisfied with his creation, as it could have such a profound impact on the mind of a member of the Mage Tower.