Amberser conscientiously made preparations for the upcoming "World Peace Conference."
In a short time, he had transformed from a poor Lich into a friend of the world. Amberser clearly felt he had bitten off more than he could chew.
His career was taking off, but the people around him couldn't keep up.
That kid Harvey was going crazy just trying to manage Amberser's invitation list and personnel arrangements, scratching his head so much that he'd lost dozens of hairs.
The Elf Tribe couldn't be arranged next to Orcs. Dwarves couldn't have rooms facing the sun, Druids needed to be near running water… Were these requirements that hard?
Somehow, the kid struggled for days without getting it right, and even with the help of a Magic Mirror for constant contact, he still hadn't completely figured out the room assignments.
