"Why are you looking at me?"
"The Magnus you're controlling is looking sideways too. Perturabo must have noticed!"
Qin Mo patted the Emperor on the shoulder, reminding him what he needed to watch out for.
The Emperor quickly dispersed his Psychic Power, then sat back down in his chair with a blank look, staring somewhat dazedly at the empty space ahead.
His control over Magnus and the projected psychic image all vanished.
"Impressive." Qin Mo gave the Emperor a thumbs-up, sincere admiration welling up within him.
Everything the Emperor had just said to Perturabo's clone had been personally coached by Qin Mo, line by line. Even so, Qin Mo had merely helped the Emperor voice what he had wanted to say and say it directly to Perturabo.
There had been a minor issue, and the Emperor's final sideways glance at him might well have struck Perturabo as strange, but he had said it in the end.
If the Emperor had stubbornly refused to speak, Qin Mo, lacking Psychic Power himself, would have had no way to do anything about him.
Qin Mo truly admired the courage the Emperor had shown.
"..." The Emperor showed no reaction to the praise. His head buzzed as he sat in the chair, taking a moment to recover.
Only then did he look at Qin Mo and ask in utter disbelief, "I've always wondered how you can say such mushy things without changing expression. Like those things you just taught me to say to Perturabo?"
"What was mushy about that? Isn't that what people normally say when they're being honest with each other?" Qin Mo asked in return.
The Emperor opened his mouth to argue, only to be choked off by Qin Mo's next words.
"Who was it that read Perturabo's muttering through Magnus? And