Hearing Dean Bruce's words, Nicholas William couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly, realizing that his excuse was flimsy.
Noticing Nicholas William's reluctance to speak, Dean Bruce didn't press further. He calmly replied, "Just tell me everything you know later. Everyone has their own opportunities. I won't pry, but if you don't share certain things, I can't guarantee your safety."
"Thank you for your understanding, Teacher," Nicholas William sighed. "It's just that some matters involve my family. Without my elders' permission, I really can't say much. But please believe me, I trust you completely and have no ulterior motives."
Dean Bruce felt he could trust Nicholas William's assurance. Honestly, he sensed an unusual level of respect from him.
Regaining his focus, Dean Bruce reached out and touched the bronze puppet, squeezing it, but it didn't budge.
Confirming that the material was solid, Dean Bruce stored it in his system space.
