The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387 Do I Have To?

The tent had been set up like the inside of a luxury hotel room, right down to a television screen playing a fake city street view behind closed curtains. It would only be in the edge of the view, but it gave a directionality to the lighting in the room, which Karl assumed would make it feel more natural for the viewers at home. To him, it was just too obviously unnatural.

For one, his vision was as sharp as Hawk's. Secondly, he had gotten so used to the echolocation and thermal imaging being overlaid on everything he looked at, that it was very obvious there was a television behind the curtains.

But then they turned on all the professional lighting, and it didn't matter anymore. The lighting would be perfect in the video, not natural, so the screen was only there to make it look like a real window.

"If you can take a seat there, that would be just right. And can you get your Hawk to stand on the end table? Or is the bond not like that?" The producer asked.

"I can have Hawk stand on the end table, that shouldn't be a problem. But his talons will almost certainly damage it unless you've got a stand that he can perch on. Hawks aren't meant to stand on flat surfaces. He's not a duck."

One of the workers ran out, and then came back in with an extra microphone stand.

"What about this? Will this work well enough as a perch?" He asked.

He set it up next to the chair and adjusted the height, so Hawk would be just below Karl's shoulder level.

Hawk left his space and landed on the perch, grabbing it gently, so he didn't damage the paint. Fortunately, it was a bit rough on the surface, so his feet didn't slip around and force him to use his claws.

"That is perfect. I don't know if you've heard, but some bard made up a song about you two while you were in the Frost Giant Nation, and it's climbing the charts. That's why we wanted Hawk with you today, so that even though people might not recognize you, they will associate you and your reputation with the song as soon as the interview starts." The producer explained.

"Hawk the Giant Slayer." Karl laughed.

"How close is that to the truth? We're not going to have a bunch of other Elites coming out to refute your actions, are we?" One of the politicians asked.

"Honestly, the song doesn't do our experience along the Frost Giant border justice. We went on a rampage even before the fight with the Royal Rank leader. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

I can only say that it's a shame that we weren't at our current strength for that one. We lost a team member during that fight, but now it would be a relatively even match. One on one, Rae could take that Frost Giant in a matter of minutes." Karl explained.

"Are there any questions that we should avoid? Things that might not be suitable for television?" The producer asked.

Karl didn't see any issues at first, but then one came to him. "You should likely not ask about my own musical taste. I grew up in the mines, so all my favourite songs are miners' working tunes."

"That doesn't sound so bad." The producer replied.

Karl whistled the first few bars of 'Give the Working Man A Chance' and the producer paled as he recognized the tune.

"I take that back. The average citizen might not appreciate a miner's dark sense of humour. Or worse, they probably would." He replied, retracting his statement so he didn't have to edit out footage of the new Prince subtly advocating for the death of incompetent leaders.

But while the Producer and the Politician were both incredibly nervous about what Karl would say next, the Inquisitor thought it was hilarious.

"Brother Karl is definitely best suited to be one of us. With that kind of thinking, he might be the next Commander Hirsch." The Inquisitor laughed.

"Who is that? I didn't watch the news much growing up, and they don't play it here." Karl asked.