rustling, rustling—
The tall boots crunched on the uneven ground, breaking up some of the gritty soil. A corner of the silver-white robe brushed casually against the weeds at ankle height.
A rustling sound rang out from time to time, but in the blink of an eye, Miller, who had been standing not far away, had already walked to Xu Ling's side.
How could he move so fast?!
Xu Ling, who was still agonizing over Alger's sudden appearance and was startled by the magnified, exquisite face, was taken aback.
He involuntarily took several steps back, and his hand holding the hoe tightened involuntarily, as if he instinctively wanted to swing the hoe.
Fortunately, she only thought about it for a moment, and before she took action, her brain finally recognized who the other party was.
"Bishop Miller?" Although she hadn't actually made a move, Xu Ling was still shaken, causing her voice to tremble slightly as she spoke.
Miller nodded expressionlessly, seemingly oblivious to Xu Ling's momentary flinch. His gaze slowly moved from Xu Ling to her feet, and then...
His gaze remained fixed there, never looking away.
Is there something there?
Following his gaze, Xu Ling's eyes involuntarily fell on the ground in front of her feet.
Uh... Apart from the shallow crater left by the hoe, she didn't see anything that suddenly appeared.
So, what does this mean?
Xu Ling, who had no idea what Miller meant, was full of question marks.
Bishop Miller's behavior was so bizarre that even though she didn't understand anything, she didn't dare to ask.
No one spoke or made any move; even the wind blowing by at that moment carried an air of awkwardness.
Finally realizing that this approach wouldn't work, Miller pursed his lips, looked up, and asked, "Aren't we going to continue?"
Caught off guard by this sudden question, Xu Ling blinked, still not understanding what he was talking about, and subconsciously replied, "Continue what?"
Seeing that she was so clueless, Miller could only helplessly point with his finger and say, "Farming."
Xu Ling: ······
She was speechless almost instantly; she thought Miller was about to say something important!
Xu Ling rolled her eyes silently. Just as she was about to succumb to the "tyranny" and obediently farm, she suddenly remembered what she had been worried about.
"By the way, Bishop Miller, where did the others go?" Using her hoe as a support, Xu Ling raised her head and asked bravely.
Miller's expression didn't change, but he didn't ignore her words either, simply replying with two words: "Something came up."
Xu Ling: ······
What's the difference between answering and not answering?!
Xu Ling puffed up her cheeks in anger, and for a moment she was so angry that she wanted to get to the bottom of things, but when she met Miller's emotionless golden eyes—
Suddenly, I snapped back to reality.
Oh, I forgot, she's just a student. What right does she have to question Miller?!
Her initial burst of courage vanished instantly, and Xu Ling lowered her head again, reverting to her obedient and well-behaved self.
However, although he was diligently crushing the hardened soil with the hoe in his hand, he couldn't help but start nagging and complaining to his reliable friend.
[Seriously? Do you think this guy's trying to mess with me?!]
Her tone was indignant, and anyone could hear how dissatisfied and frustrated she was.
Unfortunately, Kaopu couldn't empathize with her at all!
At least, the reliable person didn't think there was anything wrong with Miller's answer.
Of course, the most important point is that it has had enough of Xu Ling's ear-piercing voice and really doesn't want to continue to suffer this torment!
So, the little yellow cat, still hanging in the tree, ignored the incessant chatter and farting that had started again. It curled up, closed its eyes, and tried to convince itself: I can't hear it, I can't hear it! I can't hear it!
Fortunately, Xu Ling didn't necessarily need a reply. She was just venting, so after she finished complaining, the anger she had been holding in dissipated.
The previously perfunctory hoeing movements now appeared more serious.
Xu Ling was focused on hammering clods of soil with a hoe, unaware that Miller was frowning slightly beside her.
Is this what farming is all about?
Miller, who had always been detached from worldly affairs, was filled with great doubt.
Everyone has their own area of expertise. Although Miller tried to convince himself to trust Xu Ling's professionalism, watching her repetitive movements and slightly rusty demeanor...
Anyway, it was completely different from the farming he had seen before!
Is that correct?
A noticeable confusion appeared in his golden eyes, and for a moment he even wondered if the Father God had given him the wrong task.
However, in the blink of an eye, he banished this treasonous thought from his mind.
No matter what, God the Father is definitely right!
So... it must be that he hasn't yet discovered the correct way to use Xu Ling!
So, on the other hand, how do we determine if it's used correctly?
Thinking this, Miller's gaze on Xu Ling became somewhat thoughtful.
To be honest, he had already prepared a handy tool for Xu Ling—a hoe. What else was there to prepare?
Miller thought and thought, but he still had no clue.
He knew that their world was completely different from Xu Ling's original world.
Perhaps due to the existence of various creatures and magic, the technological development of this world is completely behind that of Xu Ling's world.
For example, the hoe in Xu Ling's hand right now—before making this "hoe," he had no idea it was called a "hoe." Although he had seen commoners farming, the tools they used to turn the soil and break up the mud didn't look like this at all.
Therefore, it wasn't until Xu Ling picked up the hoe and started hoeing the ground that he realized what it was for.
However, even if he knew the purpose of the hoe, it was still... too useless, wasn't it?
Unconsciously, Miller's thoughts drifted away, and his gaze fell on the land that Xu Ling had just plowed.
From the time he left with the other students until his return, nearly three hours had passed. And in those three hours, Xu Ling had only tilled five shallow furrows of land!
Looking at the small area of land that had been tilled, Miller couldn't help but frown. This was far too slow!
In his imagination, by the time he turned around, shouldn't Xu Ling have already plowed and planted all the seeds on this large piece of land?
With her speed, is she really the person the Father God spoke of who can change the predicament?
Once again, Miller developed deep suspicions about Xu Ling.
At this moment, Xu Ling, who was working hard and plowing a furrow of land by herself, had no idea that the noble bishop she had deliberately left behind actually had such high expectations for her.
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