No, that's not how you should say it!

Miller shook his head instinctively.

Xu Ling wasn't afraid to make eye contact with him, but even if she did, she wouldn't have the kind of reaction that other people would have—well, the so-called fanatical reaction!

Her gaze was as calm as a still lake, without a ripple.

To be honest, Miller was quite surprised to find her so calm. After all, he hadn't been told beforehand that Xu Ling would react this way.

Everything was completely unexpected, especially since it happened on the very day he first met Xu Ling.

Yes, that was the day Xu Ling accidentally wandered into the church classroom.

In fact, he had already prepared to meet Xu Ling during that time, but who would have thought that before he could take any action, Xu Ling would come to him on her own.

It has to be said that it was too sudden. Even though he already knew a lot about Xu Ling, he couldn't help but feel curious.

Because of this curiosity, when all the students in the class were immersed in the prayer, his gaze couldn't help but fall on Xu Ling.

Although his gaze was silent and as always devoid of emotional fluctuation, Xu Ling, who had been forced to stay and attend a class that was completely outside her field of study simply because she had wandered in by mistake, was constantly thinking about escaping.

Her nerves were almost stretched to the limit. What appeared to be an unintentional turn of her head was actually her constant monitoring of her surroundings.

Therefore, the moment Miller's gaze fell on her, Xu Ling's radar was instantly activated—her gaze immediately and unconsciously followed him.

It must be said that Xu Ling was sharp enough and quick enough. Even though Miller noticed her behavior and quickly looked away, he still couldn't avoid his eyes meeting hers.

Yes, Miller was certain that their eyes met, even if only for a brief moment.

And in that brief moment of encounter, a deeply etched memory resurfaced in his mind.

Miller was never a particularly emotional child. Nevertheless, his emotional fluctuations did change when he was young—at least, he wasn't as indifferent as he is now, almost like a non-human being.

When talking about his childhood, what most stirred his emotions was the occasional, unintentional eye contact with someone. Even if it was just for a moment, his heart would skip a beat.

For no other reason than that brief moment, anyone whose eyes met his would fall into a frenzy, as if bewitched, disregarding time and place, kneeling down without the slightest hesitation, and devoutly worshipping.

Perhaps at first there were only one or two people, but as they were at a loss, more and more people unconsciously met his gaze, and the crowd surged forward and knelt down in submission.

"God!" "Great God of Light!"...

The surrounding area was filled with shouts, and the eardrums throbbed. Little Miller's eyes widened suddenly, and he could barely control his hands from reaching out to cover his ears.

Of course, this isn't a one-off incident; once it happens, it happens again, and then it happens again...

Miller finally understood where the problem lay and gradually prevented such incidents from happening again.

but--

Meanwhile, the classroom remained quiet, and all the church students were praying with their hands clasped to their chests and their eyes downcast. No one noticed that their Bishop Miller was momentarily distracted.

Of course, even if they all looked up and stared intently at Miller's face, they still couldn't detect anything unusual about him.

The class passed uneventfully in the end. Apart from the unexpected intrusion of a witch student at the beginning of the class, it was no different from any other class.

However, after the course ended, Miller did something contrary to his usual behavior when he returned to his own office.

He specifically summoned Alger, and then, catching the other man completely off guard, deliberately made eye contact with him.

Alger, walking along the road, had no idea what was about to happen to him. He simply arrived at Miller's place as usual.

However, the moment he opened the door, before he could even see his surroundings clearly, a pair of golden eyes, as bright as the sun, filled his entire field of vision, and then his mind was swept away by a frenzied emotion.

In an instant, his consciousness seemed to detach from his body, suspended in mid-air, staring blankly as he suddenly knelt down with a thud, his gaze fixed on Miller with devout fervor. His mouth opened and closed rapidly, showing no sign of stopping.

Wait... what is he saying?

The question suddenly flashed through Alger's mind, but before he could figure it out, he suddenly felt a powerful force pulling his body towards him!

what happened?

Alger blinked blankly, but all he could see was darkness. He took a step back and realized that he was standing right in front of Miller's office, and the darkness in front of him was the color of the door.

Did he not go in?

Alger felt there was a slight discrepancy in his memory; he should have been inside, so why was he standing at the doorway?

However, although Alger was puzzled by this, he still raised his right hand subconsciously—a deep-seated instinct: he couldn't keep Bishop Miller waiting.

But for some reason, unlike before when he would open the door without a second thought, this time he knocked on the door politely.

He only pushed open the door and entered when he heard Bishop Miller's familiar voice coming from inside.

Soon, Alger, having received Miller's instructions, left, fleeing in a state of panic that he himself was unaware of.

Miller was left alone in the room again.

A glimmer of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

He thought... he could finally look people in the eye without fear, but it turned out that the only one who was special was Xu Ling.

Miller, unusually revealing his emotions, lowered his head in frustration.

Despite his perpetually indifferent demeanor, to be honest, for Miller, who is adept at everything else but completely helpless with this matter, it remains a heavy burden on his heart.

It's not big, but it's annoying when it appears from time to time!

Although this problem has not been substantially resolved to this day, Miller has to admit that since Xu Ling appeared, his usually sharp senses have relaxed for a short time.

He no longer needs to worry about a mere glance eliciting a strong reaction, nor does he need to constantly agonize over how to subtly defuse a chaotic situation in public...

However, even this slight relaxation caused him to lose control of his gaze today.

well--!

Since there was no one around, Miller's usual arrogance completely crumbled in that instant. He awkwardly threw himself into the sofa behind him and let out a long sigh, mimicking what he had seen other bishops do before.