T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"This is a gift, the Clitten family. It is a great honor to establish a lasting friendship with the Master Jailer."

The jailer did not refuse; this was exactly what he needed.

After personally seeing the jailer off and watching him board the carriage to the manor, Earl Clytem was still reeling from the shock of the day.

No one has ever made him feel that his worldview and values, shaped by 30 years of trials and tribulations, could collapse in an instant.

"What do you think of the jailer master?"

The pigeon on my shoulder spoke in a human voice.

Count Clytek instinctively lowered his head slightly.

"The nobles of the empire, in his presence, were as innocent and naive as children... His peculiar style and his understanding of desire complemented each other perfectly, reaching the pinnacle of artistry."

“I did feel desire from it, and... beauty.”

The pigeon fell into a long silence.

“Take good care of him, meet his demands… Let me think about what kind of request I should make to him.”

"I'll have someone send your 'Oh Ho Ho' over right away."

The voices inside the pigeons were filled with regret.

"Let's find a craftsman to color it... I can't imagine what a magnificent sight it would be if the master jailer were willing to personally pick up the brush and color it."

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The events at Clytem Estate spread throughout Anna's central governing region in the shortest possible time.

It's an unavoidable topic of discussion among aristocrats who are fervent collectors of art.

A new master has arrived in Fragrant Breeze City; his name is Jailer.

His paintings provide a far stronger and more intense stimulation and pleasure than the outburst of primal instincts.

Most importantly, he only painted erotic images that mainstream artists would reject.

For a time, people flocked to the jailer's manor to visit him.

If I'm in a good mood and have enough money, I'll write something.

This is completely different from the aloof and pretentious hypocrisy of the painters in the world.

Over time, those who commissioned articles learned about the temperament of the prison guard master.

If the keywords in the request contain similar keywords such as "nun," "saint," or "clergy," the jailer master has a very high probability of agreeing, approaching 9%.

If you explicitly state that you wish for the legs to be depicted in detail, then as long as it doesn't conflict with any very subtle requests, you will almost certainly win the favor of the master jailer.

Other characters with high success rates include "beast ears", "subhumans", and "beast tails".

These are the key terms that various front-party clients can openly discuss.

On a more advanced level, many clients who have worked for their respective noble families for years feel a surge of heat when they first talk to them.

The finished paintings gave them a sensory experience even more exciting than actual combat.

It's as if simply watching brings a primal sense of pleasure to the soul.

This is truly astonishing boldness. Is this the composure and power of someone who calls himself the King of the Underworld Painters?

Even so, the prison guard master bluntly said that they were bumpkins who had eaten, played, and even fought in real combat, yet they still blushed when they saw the picture.

At this time, they would obediently nod.

The master said they were bumpkins, and they really are bumpkins. The jailer master is right!

There are keywords favored by masters, and there are also unpopular keywords.

"hairy."

When this keyword appears, the jailer master will ask very detailed questions.

He would be happy if the furry features were only highlighted on the ears and tail.

However, if the additional description is about skin, then the jailer master will change his previous gentle attitude and forcefully give an exorbitant price that anyone with eyes can see is a no-go.

subtle.

In just three months, the prison guard master completed at least 20 paintings.

Its efficiency is unparalleled among Anna artists.

Artists who hadn't been able to produce a single piece of work for two or three months found it hard to believe.

"Could this guy have grown a body full of tentacles? How could it be so fast!"

"Even if it's not colored, there's no reason for it to be this fast!"

The only flaw of the master jailer is his inability to apply color.

Although experienced collectors have discovered that the style and technique of the prison guard master, which can create a sense of tension that seems to leap off the canvas simply through lines, ...

They couldn't help but wonder if it would be more stimulating and beautiful if it were colored.

The jailer also knew the needs of these nobles.

In his past life, he could use color, but he used the built-in color palette in the software.

In Anna, if you want to apply color, you have to mix the colors first.

With such a vast amount of pigments, just figuring out how to combine and mix them, and figuring out the mixing ratios, would take him a long time to figure out.

It took three months to barely earn 600 Lion King Gold Coins.

"We're still not earning enough; it's not time to settle down yet."

As the jailer counted the gold coins in the box, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"With so little money, Potato and the others will laugh at us."

"I can't even afford to buy some good potion ingredients for Peppermint Mom, sigh..."

"Fine, whatever. It's better to be rich than to not make money."

“Let’s draw one for that guy who likes riding horses too, he’ll get a pretty good one.”

"Sigh, I have sacrificed so much for everyone."

"They've fallen, they've really fallen."

"Orange Tea, I'm doing something insatiable, please stop me!"

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Kerkley, the residence of the Southern District Governor.

The three men stared at the box in front of them, which was filled with all kinds of coins, and couldn't help but clap their hands.

Stirring up the waters, a great success.

Under the cover of the large-scale anti-bandit operation in Kekeli, they easily uncovered several hidden treasure troves of illicit goods.

A detailed plan was devised, perfectly avoiding everyone's attention.

During this time, he also sold the things he had stolen from the bed.

They've been proceeding step by step, steadily and surely, and the progress is gratifying.

"Total value: 41 Lion King Gold Coins! We're absolutely amazing!"

I couldn't resist kissing the cleaned Lion King gold coin in bed.

"We haven't even finished unearthing the treasure yet, and we already have 41 pieces. Once we've counted them all, we'll probably have at least a hundred."

"I bet even Mint would be amazed by how efficient we are at making money!"

"We're so amazing!"

Chapter 578 Necromancer's Key Prerequisite: Bull Bull!

The prison guard did not indulge in the pleasure of unleashing his true nature.

After making money, he used an alias to search for other people on the boundary between the virtual and real worlds in and around Xiangfeng City.

Not wanting to reveal too much information and without any henchmen to assist him, he could only use the excuse of gathering information to travel to other city-states and place bounties through the adventurers' commission office.

The resulting inefficiency is predictable.

For nearly four months, spanning from late summer to early winter, nothing was gained.

When he first arrived, he was a penniless homeless man who had to rely on his clothes to dine and dash.

He is now an aristocrat in Anna, indulging in extravagance and pursuing the ultimate spiritual enjoyment, and is sought after by many.

The awakening of magic and the rehabilitation of magic are proceeding in an orderly manner.

Four months, Level 2.

In the StarCraft universe, it's just a level 6 beginner monster.

But his identity is zero, a visitor from another world imbued with magic. The jailer is quite satisfied with this speed.

However, the biggest problem since the arrival of the sun remains unresolved.

His magical rehabilitation has also stalled.

"Where am I supposed to get a body?"

In the studio, the prison guard, who had just finished a sketch, held a charcoal pencil and paced around the canvas, muttering to himself.

To restore necromancy, a large number of corpses and skeletons are needed.

The Anar Empire's attitude towards necromancers is not very friendly.

The law contains very clear provisions regarding the crime of desecrating the body of the deceased, which can be serious or minor.

If he, already a celebrity in Xiangfeng City, were to be exposed as a necromancer, it would be quite a scandal.

He didn't want to run into Mint and mention the name "Yu Man Anna," only to scare her into thinking that the boundary between reality and illusion was about to devour children.

"Those who are too intelligent won't do; they might talk too much."

"You must remain silent and discreet; you won't leak secrets..."

The jailer stroked his chin, the confusion in his eyes gradually fading.

Count Clytem was somewhat confused upon receiving the magical messenger.

"A monster? Or a powerful monster?"

"Yes, where can I buy it?"

"Please allow me to inquire about its purpose."

The jailer was prepared: "The guys who've been commissioning me lately have increasingly peculiar tastes. To write better, I need to observe carefully and study the texture of the monsters' fur and their movements."

"Well, since we're already buying them, we might as well buy the more powerful ones to use as mounts."

Count Clytem had also heard about the "interesting" story of the commission.

I fantasize about my beloved horse becoming my beautiful wife, who can be both a horse and a horse girl.

Such outrageous demands would never be accepted by any of Anna's landscape painters.

They might even spit out a disgusting "Pah!"

But the jailer was different; after hearing the request, he simply commented briefly.

"You're quite good at playing."

There is no discrimination, no belittling, only praise for imagination and loyalty to desire.

Perhaps it was because the XP system was accepted and their souls resonated with each other, but this behind-the-scenes buyer surprisingly allowed the person who commissioned the purchase to show everyone the prison guard's masterpiece.

Putting the horse aside for now, let's talk about the female horse...

Its bushy tail sways like a ribbon behind its back.

Its tail tip, covered with grass clippings and golden sunlight, swayed playfully.