Amberser disliked things that were unreasonable or, to put it in another way, he loathed anything as inexplicable and illogical as fate.
"Ha-ha, I just knew you weren't qualified, which is why I told you. Just don't tell anyone else, or Yeg will give me trouble." The Poet drank up his wine and then added, "I've heard your Magic Mirror has many users and features, but it seems to me that it lacks a function to listen to music."
Looking at the Poet's half-smiling face, Amberser got the hint right away.
He recalled the earth-shattering singing of the Poet and initially wanted to refuse, but on second thought, he still owed him a concert. Besides, the Poet's music often worked wonders at critical moments.
"Alright, I'll design a music feature for you right now, and not just for you—I'll make it free for all Bards to upload their songs and let more people hear them. Senior, how about you establish a Bard Council across planes and become the president?"
