T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The audience, comprised entirely of Anna nobles, regardless of gender or age, applauded enthusiastically.

That wasn't just echoing others; it was a genuine, heartfelt fervor that sent a shiver down the spine of the jailer.

He just said it casually, so why does everyone agree with it?

Oh, it wasn't all just casual talk; some of it was his insights from his past life.

Suddenly someone shouted.

"Master jailer, would you be willing to sell this painting after you leave the room?"

It would have been better if they hadn't mentioned it, but once it was brought up, everyone immediately realized that this painting was truly priceless.

It possesses both commemorative value and historical significance.

Years later, if the Jailer Master becomes famous in Anna and the school he founded branches out, then this will be a sacred artifact!

"I plan to burn it."

Upon hearing this, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

"It was drawn so hastily and poorly, there's no point in keeping it."

The visiting nobles were extremely anxious.

"You can't burn it! Please make an offer!"

"Make an offer!"

"I don't know how to set prices, and I don't have the ability to organize an auction," the jailer said with an air of certainty. "It's too much trouble."

A mouse leaped across the walls and through the crowd in the inner hall, landing on the head guard's shoulder and whispering something to him.

He hurriedly went to the jailer's side.

“My master is willing to conduct the auction on behalf of Master Jailer after today’s event, without charging any commission, and only hopes to communicate with Master Jailer.”

The jailer never expected that his actions would actually lure out the mastermind behind it all.

The Clitten family was only an earldom; in the empire’s bloated system, there were many such powerless but wealthy nobles.

Given their size, it's simply impossible for them to organize such large-scale trade fairs and banquets on a long-term basis.

Klitten was merely a tool that some untouchable big shot used very conveniently.

Everyone who visited was aware of this, and so they silently followed the rules.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you."

All the jailer brother wants is to become the number one person in the underworld. He only needs to offend one group of people, but he will treat the other big spenders well.

We can deal with them three years from now; let's make enough money in these three years first.

These rich and foolish nobles with brains no bigger than walnuts, come quick!

At each banquet at Clitten Manor, once the designated drawing time was over, the crowd would disperse.

After all, by this point, most of the works have been pre-ordered, or purchased on the spot by wealthy individuals with an overwhelming desire for possession, who then spend a fortune to buy them and send them away.

Today is different. At midnight, when the assigned painting session ended, all the dining tables in the courtyard were removed, making room for all visitors to get a close look at the works that were about to go up to the auction.

The auctioneer had to come up with a suitable term for the artwork because the jailer at the Clytek estate had asked the guard about its title several times.

"Then let's call it 'Oh Ho Ho'."

The auctioneer couldn't find a corresponding word in the Anatolian language family; it was either a foreign language or an onomatopoeic word.

"'Oh ho ho'?"

"Yeah, is my pronunciation not standard?" the jailer asked impatiently.

The auctioneer, who had seen it all, took a deep breath, braced himself, and put on a professional demeanor before turning to the crowd and introducing the auctioneer in a loud voice.

"Lot 'Oh Ho Ho,' starting bid 1 Lion King bronze coin, bidding begins!"

The eager buyers were all stunned for two seconds by the name.

"What a strange, casual name."

"It's not surprising. There was a court musician who simply took books from the library, randomly opened a page, and took a word or symbol from each page to create the title of a piece of music."

"Hehe, no wonder I haven't bought it yet!"

After just a few rounds of bidding, the mediocre piece of junk in the jailer's eyes reached the price of one Lion King gold coin.

"How come only 1 gold coin is too little?"

He muttered to himself, recalling the basic monetary training session before the arrival of the currency.

One Lion King Silver Coin has enough purchasing power to feed an entire squad for about two days.

For a frugal family, one silver coin could cover three days' worth of food, including a little bit of meat.

There are at least two commonly used tokens for converting between Lion King Silver Coins and Lion King Gold Coins.

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"It doesn't seem like there are that many."

After calmly finishing his calculations, he wished he could punch the brains out of the people bidding below.

Whether the prison guard's fame will skyrocket over time has become the key to the growth of "Oh Ho Ho".

This cannot be considered an auction item or a work of art; rather, it is a financial product with financial attributes.

Each bid by each party represents an assessment and bet on the future prospects of the prison guard.

"220 Lion King Gold Coins".

The person who offered this price had never participated in the bidding before. His appearance directly increased the price by 50 gold coins from the original 170.

His unwavering determination and dominance overwhelmed the entire audience.

Many people's bidding is driven by a sense of pride and a desire to save face.

The number 220 gave the previously fiercely competitive bidders an excuse to gracefully withdraw.

The jailer didn't immediately grasp the purchasing power of that number, but still felt it wasn't enough.

"Forget it, let's just make this much for now. We'll draw something even more erotic later and bleed you bunch of country bumpkins dry."

Chapter 577 We are really amazing!

Count Clytek was a man in his early thirties. The wealth accumulated over generations gave him a foundation for immersing himself in art from a young age.

He was well-versed in painting, music, poetry, and sculpture, making him a rare polymath among the nobility.

His study is filled with masterpieces by famous artists. The bright and cool colors are presented in a gradual form, forming intuitive and spectacular color blocks as the paintings are displayed in the frames on the wall.

When the jailer led him into the study, he was communicating quietly with someone through a magical messenger.

The servants lit incense in the room and then all withdrew.

Having witnessed the behavior of the jailer, Gori Hall, this refined gentleman didn't beat around the bush. After a brief self-introduction, he got straight to the point.

"To what extent can the 'better' that the prison warden master speaks of reach?"

As he spoke, he got up and went to the cabinet, took out a bottle filled with a magenta liquid, and slowly pulled out the cork.

“I don’t drink,” the jailer said bluntly. “What I mean by ‘better’ is something that can make your blood boil and your lower body react immediately just by looking at you.”

Klitsch poured himself a drink, the glass just touching his lips, the fragrant, rosy wine about to enter his mouth.

The jailer's words caused the wine glass to knock against his teeth.

“I apologize for my lapse in composure.” Count Clytek pursed his lips, enduring the pain. “I have no doubt about the Jailer Master’s abilities; I was simply curious about… a ‘better’ way of presenting it.”

The jailer sighed.

Count Clytek, fearing a misunderstanding, hurriedly explained, "Perhaps my words were offensive..."

The jailer got up and walked to the unused easel.

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"what?"

"Oh, you don't understand our old gentlemen's slang... So, what are your hobbies?" the jailer coaxed. "What kind of material arouses your interest?"

The dove-shaped magical messenger on Count Clitten's shoulder made a soft "cooing" sound.

"I... am an elf."

"Bar?"

“I prefer elves…” Klitten confirmed.

"Be more specific. What kind of elf? For example, hair? Long or short hair, straight bangs or side bangs, hair color... never mind, I'm too lazy to color it."

"Then..."

The jailer was furious.

"You even hesitate about what your little brother likes? I drew it for you to admire, and you still hesitate about this kind of question? Can't you be a little nicer to your own body? Give me an honest answer. Stop being so coy and pretending to be high and mighty!"

"They can't even articulate their needs properly, yet they're asking people to design the images!"

Despite being bombarded with angry words, Count Clytek felt no resentment, only shame.

The master jailer's frankness, consistent with his words, was truly astounding.

"Elf, blonde hair, hairstyle isn't that important."

"Taller, preferably as tall as me."

"Body shape...actually, the body shape in the painting 'Oh Ho Ho' that the prison guard master painted tonight would be quite good."

"As for her demeanor... it's best if she has a gentle type."

The prison guard had already mentally sketched out the basic shape on the canvas with a charcoal pencil.

What kind of gameplay do you like?

"How to play?"

Under the jailer's disapproving gaze, Count Clytek felt as if he'd been electrocuted, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily.

"This……"

"You wanted to see something even better, so I'll show you an even more advanced 'way'."

The jailer began to introduce the services offered.

"I can draw a single image or design a storyline. I will draw you as the protagonist according to the script and let you experience the story."

"Plot?"

Klitten screamed.

"We don't need a storyline, we can just jump into the gameplay and fight from beginning to end."

Every word the jailer uttered possessed unparalleled destructive power, carving a huge hole in Count Clitten's mind, constantly letting in drafts.

There was silence on the other end of the magical messenger's line.

Seeing Klitten's petrified expression, the jailer thought to himself, "What kind of nobleman is he? He's so easily shocked into silence by just a few words."

To save time, the jailer stopped waiting and drew the paper figure that Klitsch liked, also moving him onto the drawing paper.

Seeing that the two little figures on the drawing board were about to enter battle mode, Klitten could no longer contain himself.

He strode forward, pushed past the jailer, and apologized as he stopped the captivating pen from continuing to draw.

"Enough, enough, I... I hope this masterpiece can be presented in a more private setting."

The jailer smirked, feigning ignorance: "Isn't it private enough that there are only the two of us in the study?"

Klitten was sweating profusely and quickly changed the subject.

"Master Jailer, please allow us to discuss a more crucial issue first. You don't yet have a place to stay in Fragrant Breeze City, do you?"

Fearing that the prison guard might utter some shocking and mind-blowing remarks, Klitten spoke very quickly.

"As it happens, I have a small manor in the suburbs north of Xiangfeng City, where you can temporarily stay, Master."

"So, what do I need to give in return?"