The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 704

Karl instinctively disliked this man, even before he noticed that the man was using a transformation spell to keep up his young master disguise. He couldn’t really judge the man for his vanity when he had also been considering using magic to increase his height, but something about him just struck Karl as off.

Soul sight told Karl much more about the head of Research and Development. He was definitely human, but his soul looked slimy. Like food scraps left outside to rot in a bucket of water, the outer layer of his soul seemed to have a greasy, rotten sheen.

The man swung a lazy kick at Fizzspark, only to pull up short when Cara appeared between them, baring her teeth.

"Put your beast away, researcher. Such a creature doesn’t belong in the lab."

Karl sighed, but he didn’t reprimand Cara.

"I would recommend that you refrain from kicking coworkers. We enforce a zero tolerance for bullying policy." Karl insisted instead.

"Since when?" Ambrose scoffed.

"Since about four minutes ago. Now, it was a pleasure to meet you, Researcher Ambrose. But I have an orientation to finish with Engineer Fizzspark."

[Can we ask for new people? These ones are defective.] Remi asked.

[Probably not. But I think we can sort them out easily enough without killing anyone and ending up in a Royal Prison cell.]

A third person came over to their argument, and Karl smiled as he saw a familiar facial structure for the first time in ages. Duke Ambrose was 190 centimetres tall and whip thin, while Fizzspark was half a metre tall. Not at all like home. The other researchers had also been gathered from across the nation, with a dozen different regional appearances.

However, this man stood a solid hundred and forty centimetres, no matter what direction you measured him in, rippling with muscles, and a beard that he tucked into the apron at his waist.

He kind of reminded Karl of a shorter Commander Rank version of his dad.

"Will you two idiots cut it out? You’re already on thin ice as it is, and picking fights with each other to lay claim to the newbie is only going to cause an incident that will get you both reassigned.

The Monarch isn’t just a researcher, he’s a War Hero, and he’s here with the blessing of the Archbishop himself. You don’t want that kind of trouble.

My apologies, young Beast Master. I am Forgemaster Granite, Head of Production here in the lab. As you can see, things here have been tense for some time. Unlike you, most of us don’t have the luxury of leaving here daily, and they are going stir-crazy without the sun."

Karl chuckled. "That happened a lot in the mines as well. Some people are only suited for work topside. Don’t worry, I don’t hold any grudges. But I would appreciate it if everyone could get along well enough to get through orientation."

Duke Ambrose looked like he was going to start screaming, but Karl raised a hand to stop him.

"I can see on your face that you want to complain again, and I will warn you now that you don’t want to press your luck.

I am not so morally upright that I wouldn’t slap the stupid out of a manager. In fact, it’s tradition where I come from.