Boris was unable to observe the perceptual talent of the applicants, which was not difficult for Roland.

The "Pupil of Fate" allows him to see a person's physical attributes clearly, all those who are circled by him with a pen are those who have a more prominent perception in the crowd, and a total of more than 700 people are selected from more than 3,000 people, of which the lowest perception is 11, which is almost imperceptible than ordinary people, this insignificant first-line advantage means that this person has the opportunity to sense the divine revelation, at least be able to master 1 ring of divine arts, compared with ordinary people, this is a "qualitative" leap!

Among the more than 700 applicants selected by Roland, more than half of them are between 11 and 13 in perception talent, and there are even fewer higher ones, and only one of them has a perception talent as high as 19, even if the perception is no longer improved in the future, he also has the qualification to learn the Nine Rings Divine Technique, and this person is ...... Peter.

"Mr. Boris, let's make a bet that at least one-tenth of those candidates I circled can pass the revelation test to become Pastor Sindra, believe it or not?" Roland looked at Boris with a smile. This old man always throws the pot, and this time he will give him a set for whatever he says.

Boris made a simple calculation and couldn't help but be startled. If Roland's claims were true, he could have produced at least seventy new pastors among those he had selected, which was already far beyond the level of the previous two trainings.

"Your Highness, I honestly doubt it."

"Well, then, if it turns out that I lost, the church's training funds can go up next year," Roland noticed the surprise in Boris's eyes, and the smile on his lips became stronger, "but if it turns out that I won later, you have to take good care of that little brother Peter for me, and don't scare him away." ”

Boris was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "No problem!" He didn't understand why Roland valued the little guy named Peter so much, but His Royal Highness the Prince's bet couldn't be refused by him at all, compared to the temptation of increasing training funds, even if he lost the bet, it wouldn't be a big deal, anyway, the troublemaker would get out after a month at most, and it would be over after a while.

With that in mind, Pastor Boris made a bet with Roland high-fives. As if the goddess of fate deliberately mocked, just as they were high-fived, a cheer came from behind them: "Goddess bless, it's finally time to eat!" ”

Boris hated people yelling in the public hall the most, and when he looked back, the corners of his eyes twitched violently. The little imp named Peter rushed to the cafeteria with lightning speed, quickly picked up the plates, and lined up at the front of the window at a teleportation speed. Seconds later, he had a long strip of freshly baked rye bread on his plate, steaming hot fermented through the paper packets, and a large bowl of mushrooms, onions, carrots, tomatoes, crushed ham, pepper and fennel.

Peter seemed to have been hungry for two days and two nights, and despite the hot mouth of the thick soup that had just come out of the pot, he picked it up and drank half a bowl in one go, and his face had a little more rosy brilliance. Then he tore the rye bread into almost equal portions with great seriousness, one of which was torn into small pieces and thrown into the soup bowl, soaked in the thick soup, forked it up and stuffed it into his mouth, squinted his eyes and chewed slowly, the feeling of happiness overflowing from his face, if there was substance.

"Look at the look of that little guy when he eats, as if he is eating the most delicious meal in the world, I can see that I am a little hungry." Roland smiled and said to Boris, "Is there any bread and soup left over for free to the applicants?" ”

"Of course, I'd like to try it too." Boris brought two portions of food cheerfully, tore a piece of bread and dipped it in the soup, as Peter did, and swallowed it, and said to Roland, "It doesn't seem to be very good...... Probably because the kid hadn't eaten anything better. ”

"Maybe they're hungry all the time." Roland took a sip of the soup and returned his gaze to Peter. Anyone could see that this yellow-skinned boy had an astonishing appetite, and a bowl of soup and half a loaf of bread were not enough to fill his stomach, but he did not touch the other half of the black bread, carefully wrapped it in paper, stuffed it into his arms, looked around sneakily, and ran out of the cafeteria.

Roland wanted to get up and call out to Peter, and give him the black bread that he had not touched, but the priest Boris suddenly pressed his shoulder and whispered, "Your Highness, please preserve a little dignity for the poor." ”

Roland looked at Boris in surprise, and the other party's face was as pale as ever, and the seriousness made people dare not breathe. However, for some reason, he vaguely saw a trace of warmth in the eyes of the iron-masked old man, which was deliberately hidden.

……

On a winter afternoon, the sun is blocked behind a lead-gray sky. Krasbourg was shrouded in snowfall, and the streets and houses of the city were blurred against the white background, like a cold and pale labyrinth.

Peter tugged at the hood of his short cloak and ran out into the sparsely populated streets. The biting cold wind blew in his face, and his body, which was warmed by the fireplace in the seminary cafeteria, couldn't help but shiver. Fortunately, although this body looks skinny, it is more accustomed to hardship and cold tolerance than ordinary teenagers, and the hot soup and bread that have just been put into the stomach also play a role in resisting wind and snow.

Peter sprang through the streets, expertly burrowing into an alley, winding his way through the intricate alleys. The slums are the dirtiest part of the million-strong city, like a scar on the surface of the body, and even days of wind and snow can't dispel the rancid stench in the gutter and hide the messy buildings. Affluent citizens living in tidy neighborhoods never set foot in this forbidden place, and exaggerated rumors of slum criminals and robberies are one factor, but the other is that this place is too easy to get lost.

Peter never worries about getting lost, and with his eyes closed, he can navigate the cobweb-like alleyways. This may have an element of perceptual talent, but it is more of a compulsion from life.

In Krasburg, the boy named "Peter" was 180,000, to say the least, a name so common that even more sophisticated families did not bother to give their sons such a bad street name. On the other hand, the slums are full of street children named "Peter", on the one hand, because the parents are irresponsible or simply unable to raise the children seriously, and on the other hand, it is a common custom in the local area: if you see a child rummaging through the garbage heap for food, you must call him "Peter".