I am the heroine's godfather!

Laura patted her flat chest so hard it made a loud thud, and even Charlotte, whose chest only heaved slightly, felt a little sorry for Laura.

Indeed, satisfaction comes from comparison.

Looking at her two well-developed friends, and then thinking of her large-scale family, including Miss Serena and her two maids who, while not as large, were of normal size, Charlotte looked at Laura with a hint of gratitude.

Indeed, as for Laura, you are my forever best friend.

Poor Charlotte can only find satisfaction through comparison; what a pitiful child.

However, only Daisy noticed Charlotte's idea. The other two were chatting happily, almost ready to swear an oath of brotherhood and form an alliance to fight against Loran.

Unfortunately, the two girls are unaware that Lorraine has already obtained the status of a teacher, and Lorraine, with the rights of a teacher, is invincible.

Even so, there are still people present who can easily defeat Lorraine! Yes, as long as Charlotte launches an attack, everything will be fine!

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What is Loran doing at this moment? Loran is drinking with Christine.

As reliable adults, they won't just have a meal together like children; they'll also drink alcohol!

Of course, some amusing things might happen after drinking. But unfortunately, putting aside Lorraine, Christine's alcohol tolerance is far beyond what one or two people could possibly manage to drink under the table!

Inside the adventurer's tavern, Christine downed a large glass of wine in one gulp: "Awesome!"

"It's only because I'm here that if it were Estia or Messiah, they would have given you a good scolding."

Lorraine also drank a glass with her, and Christine took a couple of bites of food before saying, "Hey, do you remember when we first met?"

"what happened?"

"Back then, you had an ice-cold face that was just as bad as Estia's. You always had this expression that looked like someone owed you tens of thousands of gold coins. I found it disgusting."

"That happened so many years ago."

Loran looked embarrassed, as if recalling a dark chapter in his life. Back then, he had just returned from the battlefield and was still suffering from post-war trauma, so he naturally wore a sullen expression all the time.

Christine waved her hand: "That's not what I meant. I meant that back then, you were the only one in our team who would drink with me. Messiah doesn't drink at all, and Estia only has a couple of glasses of fruit wine. But you drank like you were going to die, treating every meal like it was your last. Back then, I thought you were someone I could get along with."

"Estia is right, you really are a drunkard."

Loran rolled his eyes. In his previous life, he didn't drink much either, but in this life, he woke up in a military camp, where comrades who were by his side yesterday might be a handful of dust on the battlefield today.

He had also fantasized that he would be the protagonist of the story, that everyone else would die, but he wouldn't... Then, when he was seriously injured for the first time, that illusion would vanish.

Actually, he's not a main character, he doesn't have any destiny or special abilities, and every day feels like a stolen day, so he has to live each day as if it were his last.

During that period, his mental state could only be described as terrible; he almost succumbed to the influence of evil cult followers. Fortunately, he gradually found support and a pillar of strength, which slowly helped him become the person he is today.

"But honestly, no matter what others think, I think the years I traveled with you were the happiest time of my life."

Christine clinked glasses with Lorraine: "It's just that the ending wasn't perfect."

"Ha, how is it imperfect? ​​The Demon King is dead, Messiah has become a demigod, and the followers of the evil god dare not show their faces. What a wonderful ending!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you better really think that way."

Christine snorted coldly: "I'm not satisfied anyway. Damn it, Messiah has done so much, why does she have to become a demigod? Why does she have to end up like this? Why can't she have a good ending? I just can't accept it."

"..."

"Let's not talk about this anymore, it's all so girly."

Christine took another swig of wine: "So, what did that old man, Rentilan, do for you?"

"I'm in charge of teaching practical magic classes."

"What the heck? You're giving those brats a practical magic lesson?"

Chapter 67 Being misunderstood as a pretty boy is something every handsome male protagonist has to go through.

"What? I'm not even qualified for a practical magic class?"

"That's a perfect match!"

Christine slapped Loran on the shoulder: "When it comes to practical magic combat, no one in the entire Saint Casta is more qualified than you. Even that old man Lundilan is no match for you."

That's true. Lundilan is more of a research-oriented mage. Although he has a lot of practical experience, he hasn't been on the battlefield for many years, so he's still somewhat inferior to Loran.

"Hey, give me a hint, how are you planning to teach these brats?"

"Hmm, I plan to go straight to actual combat."

"what?"

Christine was a little confused. Although this class was called the Magic Combat Class, usually classes would start with some theoretical lessons before hands-on practice, right? Starting with practical combat right away seemed a bit too difficult.

"Hey, I've read the theory books for the practical magic course, but they're completely useless."

Loran waved his hand: "Those theoretical books are full of empty rhetoric and useless stuff."

"Really? No wonder the teacher who taught the practical course before had such a bad reputation. My students all said the course was boring."

"But it's alright, with me, Loran, there will be interesting classes! With me, Loran, there will be peace in the practical magic classes!"

"Yes, yes, yes, if you don't pay attention in class, I will definitely laugh at you."

"If you don't serve well, I'll cover your drinks for the rest of the year."

"Really? If you do that, I'm going to cause trouble in your class."

As always, she cracked jokes, and for a moment Christine felt as if she had returned to the days when she was still adventuring.

So much time has passed in the blink of an eye...

But Christine wasn't one to wallow in melancholy; after a glass of wine, all her nostalgia and sorrow vanished.

"Come or not!"

Christine stretched out her hand; her fair and delicate hand looked very fragile, but if anyone actually mistook her for a weak woman, they would be in for a world of hurt.

The woman's golden eyes held a hint of provocation: "Let's see who can win in an arm wrestling match!"

"Come!"

Loran also extended his hand. Back when they were adventuring, Messiah was a magician and Estia was an elven archer; neither of them were physically strong. Loran was the only one who could arm wrestle with Christine.

With their hands clasped together, the onlookers had already gathered around. One of them said, "Damn, you're arm wrestling with a woman? If you can't beat her, I'll look down on you!"

Christine raised an eyebrow, glanced sideways at the boastful fellow, and snorted coldly. The man felt as if he were being stared at by a giant dragon that had awakened, and his whole body stiffened. When he came to his senses, he found that his clothes were already soaked with sweat.

"You're new here, aren't you? Don't you even know Sister Claire?"

A burly man spoke up, and the woman beside him exclaimed with admiration, "Sister Claire is my idol! She could take down everyone here with one hand!"

The guy who had just mocked Christine was still somewhat skeptical: "How is that possible?" But seeing the others remain silent, seemingly acquiescing, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat: "Hey, really?"

"Dude, you think she's exaggerating? This is fucking true."

A knight in plate armor patted the man on the shoulder: "Big Sister Claire really took us all down with one hand."

"Who is this person?"

"He is said to be Saint Casta's teacher."

"This guy is a teacher?!"

"Shh, don't talk, it's starting."

"The betting is open! Those betting on Claire to win, go for the left; those betting on this unfamiliar pretty boy to win, go for the right!"

Hearing the voices coming from the other end, Christine couldn't help but laugh: "Pretty boy... Hahahaha, Loran, pretty boy! Hahahaha, I can't take it, I'm dying of laughter..."

"Hey!"

Loran's face darkened. However, the crowd ignored his expression and swarmed towards the betting operator's left hand: "Me! Me! Me! I'm betting on Sister Claire!"

"Wouldn't it be stupid not to pressure Sister Claire? Wouldn't that be like throwing money away?"

"Exactly! If that pretty boy can beat me, I'll just eat him!"

"You little rascal, trying to freeload, huh!"

"Bullshit! Are you saying you think Claire can't win?"

"I didn't say that!"

Hearing the chattering sounds from the other end, Loran's face darkened: "I didn't expect you to be so influential here."

"You think."

Claire put her hands on her hips, gave a smug snort, and then held out her hand: "Come on."

"Alright, today I'll show you my strength!"

"Tch, sixth-tier martial artists are causing trouble."

"hehe."

Loran didn't tell the person that she had already reached the seventh level, waiting to scheme against her later.

"Hey, wait a minute, why didn't our boss wear gloves for the competition today?"

Just as the two clasped hands, someone raised a question: they had previously arm wrestled with Christine, and she always wore gloves. Why wasn't she wearing them today?

"Holy crap, could this guy be the boss's lover?"

"Oh my god, you don't know..."

At this moment, the two, who were talking without restraint, did not notice that the people around them had quietly moved away from them. By the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late.

Facing Christine's frosty expression, the two forced stiff smiles: "Um, is it too late for me to apologize now?"

"What do you say?"

After two punches, Christine sat back down at the table, shook hands with Loran, and ignored what the others had said.

Well, she did care a little, but Christine herself didn't know what kind of feeling it was. She could only attribute it to being a little angry after listening to the two people's nonsense.

Never mind, let's just win against this guy first.

"Three, two, one, start!"

The two counted down together, and then Loran felt an immense force coming from the opposite side, a force powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks. If Christine hadn't intentionally controlled it, the table would probably have shattered long ago.

But Lorraine wasn't going to take this lying down!

He secretly increased his strength, and for a moment, his two hands were locked in a stalemate! The people around him exclaimed in surprise: "Wow, he can really arm wrestle with the boss!"

"Awesome, bro!"

"Heh, it's just that the boss hasn't exerted her full strength yet. Once she does, everything will be fine!"

However, Christine knew her own situation, and she didn't hold back! The fact that Loran could hold his own against her meant that this guy had broken through to the seventh-level martial artist at some point!

So, you're trying to trick me, aren't you!

Christine glared at Loran, who returned the glare with a smile.

The two remained deadlocked for half an hour, neither willing to give in. The onlookers were getting tired of watching. Finally, finally!

With a loud crash, the table shattered.

Chapter 68 Great! It's the original male lead! We're saved!

The scene became somewhat awkward for a moment. After a long silence, a bystander stammered, "How should this be calculated?"

"Ahem, since a third scenario has emerged, it's natural that the house wins all."

"Get lost, you want to die, don't you!"

In short, since Lorraine and Christine were ultimately unable to determine a winner, the gamblers could only retrieve their individual stakes.

It's precisely because none of you here are pushovers that if the bookmaker really does something like taking all the winnings, you probably won't be able to leave this room. Otherwise, these gamblers might really lose everything.

Gambling is extremely harmful.

"You rascal, when did you break through to the seventh rank without telling me?"

Christine hooked her arm around Loran's neck and asked in a low voice. Loran shrugged and said, "Not long ago, I broke through last year."

"Wow, seventh rank in both magic and martial arts, that's impressive, Loran."

Christine slapped Loran on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You're doing big things quietly."

"Hey."

"I'm serious, judging from this, this pretty boy might actually be the boss's lover."