Nigel Elliott now believed that this person was indeed a fan of his, not someone who had come to cause him trouble.
To be able to say such a thing—to appreciate his clumsy and futile attempts from those paintings, this was definitely not something those barbarians would do.
"Ah... my apologies."
Nigel wiped his eyes and nodded with some reserve, "It's been a long time since I've heard about those old times... sorry."
"No, the one who should apologize is me."
The man with black hair once again displayed a cheerful smile, "I am also sorry to bring up such secrets—it's something we should be discussing over drinks and laughter, hugging and crying together, after we've become acquainted. But I guess, only by mentioning these things can I convince you that I am truly a fan of yours? Hahaha..."
This response was undoubtedly slightly impolite.
But it gave Nigel a way out and explained why he had been so nervous before.
