After Das left, the old man introduced himself to Roland.

"My name is Adrian Weston, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Your name is Roland, isn't it? ”

"Yes, I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Weston."

Roland shook his outstretched hand, the old man's hand was warm and strong, he was old, but still very energetic and kind.

"Just call me Lao De. Let's go, I'll take you upstairs to see the room. ”

Lao De took Roland by the hand and walked up the babbling stairs.

Upstairs there are three rooms, one is for Lao De to live in, and two rooms are empty.

Roland took a fancy to a room facing the street at a glance, with more light and a good view.

"Not bad, not bad. This room is suitable for young people like you. Oh, the washroom is at the end, pay attention to the faucet of the sink is not too hard, it is a little loose and easy to fall off, and the hot water supply is ......"

Lao De babbled to him about the layout of the bathroom, and took him downstairs again.

Roland followed Lao De out of the bookstore, and the door did not need to be locked, and there was a flower shop next door, which was a grocery store.

When he came back with daily necessities, Roland was still a little ashamed, after all, he was penniless, and these several pounds of things were all paid by Lao De.

"Haha, don't worry, the church will give me money, by the way. Are you hungry or not, let's go out for dinner, the kitchen is empty. ”

Lao De saw the mentality of the young man, and spoke to Roland cordially, his kind and gentle personality was enough to make anyone who had just become an orphan let down his guard.

As soon as he put down his things, Lao De was ready to take Roland to dinner, it was only five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was a little early, and Roland also filled his stomach in the church, and he was not very hungry.

But looking at Lao De's energetic appearance, especially in the message read by the [Mind Reader], the old man who was strapped for money seemed to want to eat something good, and Roland no longer refused.

Not far from the two of them, around the corner of a street, Das walked out touching his chin.

So far, there is nothing special about this teenager.

Darth closed his eyes and recounted all the memories he had come into contact with Roland.

The boy has a great appetite for himself, can speak, and the sluggishness and loss when he thinks of his family is not like a fake.

Das pulled out a report, ticked "harmless" in one of the options above, he put it away and left.

Roland, who was walking on the road, suddenly shuddered, and his inspiration was triggered, as if there was some danger in the shadows, and he was far away.

Roland didn't know what was going on, but the inspiration was good news, and in his heart he praised the fool, and Roland continued to keep up with Lao De.

The sun was setting and the earth was scorched for the last of its scorching heat, but the raging sea from afar still brought a cool evening breeze to the city of good fortune.

Dinner was served in a family restaurant frequented by Lao De, which should be considered a very hearty meal for the original owner and Lao De.

Roland almost gritted his teeth before he ate the burnt fried fish.

Thanks to his adoptive father, who couldn't cook, Roland cultivated a good cooking skill since he was a child, so he was also picky.

On the way back to the bookstore on a walk, Roland made up his mind to speak.

"Old De, what do you think of the grilled fish just now?"

"Well, it's delicious! What's wrong? ”

"Well, I'm so sorry, as the son of a fisherman who has lived by the sea for 16 years, I have to say, that shop is doing badly."

Roland's embarrassed, but had to say look, successfully aroused Lao De's great interest.

Roland can see that the micro-expressions and details on Lao De's body are conveying information such as "how are you doing", "interesting", and "I really want to try it".

So Roland suggested that he take care of the food for the two while the iron was hot, and Lao De only needed to buy the ingredients and kitchen utensils.

"Okay, no problem, I'll call someone tomorrow to bring two fish over and let me try your craft!"

Lao De happily patted Roland's shoulder, looking like an ordinary pair of grandparents and grandchildren.

It was still early for the two to return to the store, Roland looked at the room of books, and naturally asked Lao De to allow him to read the books, Lao De didn't mind, and specially turned on the steam lamp for Roland.

But Roland put down the book without reading two pages, and he was embarrassed to find that the original owner's literacy ability was very worrying.

After all, he was a child who grew up in a fishing village, and for a child like him, it was already remarkable that he could learn to spell his own name.

In the end, Roland could only blush and ask Lao De to teach him to read, and Lao De didn't mind, and turned out a copy of "Beckland's Children's Fairy Tale Collection" to teach Roland.

Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, Good Luck City Branch Church.

The old man in the bishop's uniform pushed his glasses, and in front of him was the judgment report submitted by all the members of the church who had come into contact with Roland.

Everyone's evaluation was harmless, including the bishop himself, who also felt that he was an ordinary child, a little lucky.

But in this holy church, as the [Prophet] of the [White Tower] pathway sequence 4, his inspiration has been reminding him that there is a mistake in judgment and there is a problem!

So the bishop decided to make a simple prophecy, he spread all the reports on the table, closed his eyes and stood up.

He muttered to a quill pen in his hand: "The point of the pen is the key!" ”

After chanting three times in a row, he threw the pen out, and instead of immediately opening his eyes to see the result, the bishop felt the consumption of inspiration and spirit in his body.

Sometimes, the more severe the prophecy, the more inspiration and spirit are consumed, so when the bishop finds that the consumption is very small, he is relieved, there is a problem, and the problem is not big.

He opened his eyes and pointed to a report with a quill pen that was the first report from Roland that had just been brought to the church and recorded.

The tip of the pen pointed directly to Roland's signature, but after the inquirer asked Roland if he could write his name, he asked Roland to sign his name himself.

“loran”

The bishop feels that there is no problem, but since the prophecy is miraculous, then this signature is the key, but this signature, the pinyin is correct, and the writing is smooth and in one go, it really doesn't ......

Wait a minute!

The bishop's eyes widened!

Why do children who grow up in a small fishing village know how to use a pen? How can you write such beautiful words?

The bishop immediately pressed a button, and in a few moments someone knocked on the door and entered.

"Your Excellency."

Just as he wanted to order his subordinates to bring Roland back, the bishop hesitated again, times are different, and if this is the son of a studious fisherman, it is not impossible to write this kind of words.

The bad habit of the intellectual church to discriminate against the mentally retarded and bad scholars has improved a lot over the years.

So the bishop clarified his doubts to his subordinates, and asked them to see if he was a studious child, and did not arrest people directly.

The bishop waited here, and in a few moments his men returned.

"Lord Bishop, that is a studious child, there is no doubt that the person who is watching him said that as soon as he and Lao De came back, they asked Lao De for advice, and now the two are still studying in the bookstore."

Relieved to receive a reply from his subordinates, the bishop filed all of Roland's reports, signed their names, ticked the box "harmless", and handed them over to his subordinates to send to the archives.

Tomorrow, let's go meet that kid again. If you are a studious child, you should join the Church of Knowledge!

The Bishop smiled.