T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"I apologize, my friend has slighted you, Master; we do not yet know your name."

The jailer barely managed to suppress his laughter.

In Anna, "master" is the highest title, reserved for those who have reached the pinnacle of their art; it was clearly a slip of the tongue.

"jailer."

Servetus and the gallery owner both frowned.

The jailer understood their thoughts—could this be a person's name?

He was used to being called "Shucheng" in his past life, so his parents are a little unaccustomed to calling him that.

However, the two of them were still at peace with it.

"As a nickname, it is indeed very memorable."

It is not a nickname.

The darkroom door closed, ushering in a meeting that might leave a lasting mark on Anna's history.

Servet cautiously inquired about some personal information from the jailer.

French fries have several personas written for each person, making it convenient for them to use them anytime, anywhere, and in any situation.

The fact that he spent several years agonizing over the plot of his novel, taking his time to develop the story, was of high quality, and Servetus didn't see anything wrong with it.

However, the jailer could tell that even if he was spouting nonsense, Servet wouldn't press the matter.

He couldn't quite grasp the other details, but he clearly remembered the extreme pursuit of art by the Anna nobles.

Kurien, observing the empire's flourishing prosperity and impending crisis, desperately tried to salvage the situation, while the nobles below remained indifferent, indulging in nightly revelry.

The game contains countless descriptions of the extravagant lifestyles of the nobles.

Therefore, the cultural industries closely related to the nobility exhibited a morbid and frenzied state in Anna as a whole.

This atmosphere, spreading from top to bottom, rapidly elevated the social status of artists, making them widely respected.

Thinking of this, the jailer also raised a question.

"A member of the Imperial Mage Tower's Glory also engages in the trade of erotic images?"

Servet was quite frank, saying with a wry smile, "Further magical studies also require funding. The Empire's subsidies are distributed with different focuses, so if you want to advance further, you have to work hard yourself."

The gallery owner was a friend of Servetus's before he became rich, so the two of them took the opportunity to start the hottest art transaction in Kurien's 30-year history.

By leveraging Servetus's identity, he gained access to aristocratic circles and opened up sales channels.

But in their words, they were only playing small-scale games.

Many galleries have connections and influence that can even reach the princes of Kurien.

The jailer was reminded of the anthropomorphic sons of Kurion in the game's storyline.

So it turns out your fathers worked tirelessly to build up their empire, consolidate power, and pave the way, while you indulged in nightly revelry with the nobility.

They throw slut parties, drink alcohol and women, look at erotic pictures, and do some outrageous things that dig a hole for the empire.

How come all of Kurion's sons are hissing cats, such a wise and shriveled old lion king?

Servet brought up this topic to deliver a major announcement.

Two nights later, a special banquet will be held at the Clitten Manor outside Fragrant Breeze City.

This was the advanced deal that the gallery owner hadn't mentioned before.

Those invited to the banquet were mostly potential buyers of the paintings, and well-known painters would also be present.

The banquet was held in two venues.

The outer hall is for displaying regular paintings, while the inner hall contains more private content.

The jailer asked, "Do you have an invitation?"

Servik nodded: "I am willing to take the jailer master with me."

The jailer asked cryptically, "So, what do I have to give in return? What kind of agreement do you want me to sign with you?"

Servetus turned his head to look at the canvas, his face flushed with youthful vigor.

"If the master becomes famous in the future, how about giving our gallery one of his works to sell on consignment every six months?"

"?"

Seeing the jailer tilt his head, Servetus quickly chopped himself: "It could also be a year."

"You misunderstood me. I thought you would tie me to this gallery and make me an artist for you. Otherwise, why would you go to the trouble of promoting me to banquets?" The jailer was confused. "That's an important resource, isn't it?"

Servet is an honest man: "We have no chance of keeping the master. After you become famous, resources and connections will rain down on you. Signing a binding agreement will only bring us unpredictable troubles."

“If you find my offer offensive, consider this invitation as me making friends with the master,” he said. “Yes, it’s a gift.”

A very good angel investor, and his requirements aren't excessive.

The jailer waved his hand: "Then one copy a year. By the way... I've never sold a single piece of my work that keeps calling me a master."

Servetus was certain: "It's only a matter of time before you become a master!"

"That's right... By the way, give me some money, about 5 Lion King Silver Coins, and some loose tokens."

Servetus was puzzled as to why the amounts, even with both whole and odd numbers, were so small.

The jailer just wanted to collect his meal money; he had been eating for free for the past three days in Xiangfeng City.

If you were forced to eat a free meal, you should make up for it when you have the money.

Over two days, with Servet's help, the jailer crammed on the details of art transactions and things to keep in mind at banquets.

On the night of the banquet held at the Clitten Manor, the night sky outside Fragrant Breeze City was filled with the sounds of flying monsters flapping their wings, carriages landing, and the clicking of wheels hitting the stone pavement.

Only outside the city, where flying is not prohibited, can one truly appreciate the pomp and circumstance of the nobles present.

A carriage is merely a container for carrying people, and nobles who appreciate art generally disdain lavish decorations on their carriages, as that would appear tasteless.

The focus of their secret competition was on the monsters.

You use a griffin, I use a wyvern, and he uses a winged horse.

If there are exotic or unusual varieties, it will look even more impressive.

If they could find a dragon, the jailer had no doubt that these people would go crazy enough to become dragon riders.

The flying monster's physical and mental condition must also be on point. If it appears listless, people will question whether it can even take care of a small monster and yet tries to collect art, calling it a bumpkin!

Kurien's life is not even one ten-thousandth as comfortable as theirs.

But that's fine too, he can make money off whoever has money.

He felt no guilt whatsoever about killing this group of people.

Everyone entering the venue is required to wear a mask, which is still a way to protect the artists' privacy.

The gardens of Clytem Estate are filled with tables and food, which visiting guests can help themselves to.

The scale was even more extravagant than what players would see at a noble banquet in the game, with long tables stretching all the way to the end of the garden.

"So the Overlord was actually keeping the game under wraps after all," he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

In the spacious front hall of the manor, all the furniture had been removed, leaving only framed paintings hanging on the walls and easels standing behind the boundary.

The venue was set up like a large-scale art exhibition.

The banquet was essentially a monthly art exhibition and sale held within the imperial ruling center.

However, there are also special aspects.

At Clytek Manor, a keyword is written in advance and hung high up after the banquet begins.

Artists who see the keywords can participate in the themed drawing activity.

If you complete the task before midnight, you can participate in the game that will be decided that night by voting.

The winner will receive a substantial reward.

Furthermore, the themed painting session was held together in both the outer and inner halls.

When the jailer entered, the main topic had just been revealed by the servants.

"Summer".

This was a segment completely unrelated to the two of them. The outer hall was all vegetarian, and the people here were long-term vegetarians, so they had nothing in common with them as they went straight for the meat dishes.

Servet urged, "Let's go straight into the inner hall."

The jailer was already impatient. He felt nothing for the misshapen and deformed items in the gallery, yet Servet said they were already above average.

He didn't believe it.

You can always find some good stuff at trade shows, right?

After bypassing the corridor, and guided by a servant, they pushed open a door at the corner, guarded by several magicians.

The exhibition format was the same, but unlike the large groups of artists in the outer hall, only a handful of people here wore artist badges around their necks.

Servet whispered to the jailer that many artists would also come in to admire the artwork, but they would remove the badges on their chests beforehand and hide in the crowd.

"Tch, hypocritical."

People who look at pornographic pictures and pretend to be virtuous deserve to eat the secondhand internet garbage shared by other members in their chat groups.

The number of exhibits in the inner hall is small, totaling only about ten panels.

Framed and hung on the wall, it signifies that the owner of Clitten Manor has certified it as a work by a renowned artist.

There wasn't a single one in the inner hall.

As for the quality of the artwork...

Having grown accustomed to the erotic feast of his past life, the prison guard brother found himself increasingly nostalgic for his all-powerful internet.

For the first time, he felt that traversing was so painful.

In the past, a small fraction of his share of the profits was enough to support a bunch of artists with unique styles to contribute their work to him; the treatment was comparable to choosing a concubine.

You can have any pose you want, any attribute you want, and enjoy a customized feast to your heart's content.

Oh no, I'm going to have no one to commission articles from now on.

If he wants a fancy meal, he has to cook it himself.

Hell, oh hell!

"Sigh...there are no humans left!"

Although they wore masks, the desire in the eyes of the visiting nobles when viewing the paintings was impossible to hide; their fanaticism and madness were on full display.

Every painting in the exhibition was marked "Sold".

They were pre-ordered early in the exhibition, and as the gallery owner said, demand exceeded supply.

The Anna nobles are suffering terribly!

Servetus whispered to the jailer to keep it down; everyone was watching intently.

The prison guard is having a headache; does he really need to use "appreciation"?

Only delicious food deserves the word "appreciation," while a "life-sustaining diet" is only good if "it doesn't kill you."

This place is full of basic meals, and it just so happens to be a members-only restaurant.

The jailer couldn't stand it anymore; he felt it was necessary to save the corrupt aesthetics of the Ana Empire!

"No one here is commissioning paintings?"

Servetus's brain must have been fried by that sentence.

In the inner hall, on-site, under the gaze of everyone, a themed painting session?

The prison guard's words are becoming increasingly niche. It's strange, how can he still understand them?

Before he could say anything, the jailer had already taken three steps in two and found the head guard in charge of maintaining order in the inner hall.

The head guard's eyes widened in disbelief.

He has been in charge of the exhibitions in the inner and outer halls of Clytem Estate since the first edition five years ago, and he has never seen a painter paint on-site in the inner hall.

He asked in a low voice if he had come to the wrong place, but received a firm answer from the prison guard.