Angor tried and did feel something from Ness' emotion. However…
Sunders watched as Angor's eyebrows knitted into a frown. "You still can't feel him?"
Angor shook head. "I can. But—Mister Ness is thinking about—"
"About?"
Angor tried to explain in a calm tone. "Mister Ness hoped that it would be best if a woman could come and… orally… ahem."
Several blood veins pulsed on Sunders' forehead when the gentleman heard what his student tried to say, while Ness did not look embarrassed in the least.
"Correct! So you really can sense emotions! But only the emotions of weaker souls or those without spirit defenses. Still, that's a really good talent ability."
Sunders glared at Ness. The old man intentionally transmitted that kind of idea to his student's mind.
This old fart… no wonder people tend to call this place the "Valley of Pervert".
