The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 1674

Chapter 1674: A Gift For Azov

Wendy considered Karl’s advice, then nodded. "It’s a bit of a niche usage case, I suppose. For most people, the Gargoyles would be the obvious choice, since they don’t need his class skills, and keeping them in the house to work is the desired outcome."

Karl chuckled. "The Gargoyles are also more obedient. The clones are clones, and they’ve got much more personality."

Wendy shrugged. "You say that like it’s a good thing, but I’m not sure that he will see it that way. If the clones start to complain about being overworked as much as he does, we might actually just be causing more headaches for him."

Karl sighed. "You’re right. I forgot to think of that when I was planning the coolest way to give him a gift. But it’s not too late for me to alter this. I’ll just make them look like clones of him, while being based on the Gargoyle spell so that they don’t object to being treated as wage slaves."

The thought of Immortal Rank Wage Slaves made Wendy laugh.

Surely, there were actually some like that in the world where Karl and the others had gone, but they were so overwhelmingly powerful in her world that the mere thought of it was ridiculous.

With the less complex spell substituted in, and the item designed to simply make the clones mimic the caster, and not actually take on the majority of his skills, Karl was finished much faster than he had intended, and now he just needed to find a painting to mount it behind.

"Now, who do we know that has a large painting ready?" Karl asked.

"We’ve got painters here in the Tiny World.

I’m sure that one of the ladies has something that’s the right size, and their work is incredibly good. We’ve been selling some of it in Drodh, so that they feel more like they can paint all day and still be contributing.

Not that anyone would accuse you of being broke and unable to support your members, but you know how the older ladies are." Wendy replied.

"I heard that!" Someone shouted from somewhere behind them, followed by the sound of struggling and hatchling giggles.

It must be one of the beast rangers, or perhaps she was on duty with the others helping keep track of the grassland clutch of the new dragons. Either way, she was definitely struggling with the little one, who wasn’t saying anything, but who wasn’t going wherever she wanted it to go.

Then, it broke loose, and Karl saw a small brown blur rush for the smashing posts near him as the Sand Dragon managed to escape its confinement.

"{Hi, Mister Karl. You should see her paintings. They’re really pretty! I snuck into her room last night to see what she was working on, and she was painting a pretty lady. You should buy that and give it as a gift. Anyone would like that.}"

The Druid looked somewhere between annoyed and embarrassed as she caught up.

"That one is a private commission, we can’t sell it to Azov. But I do have a few others that are close to the right size if you want to sell one of those instead?"

"Sure. The painting will be on display somewhere in his office, so it isn’t going to be some national gallery. But I do hope that it’s something that he will like."

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