I am the heroine's godfather!

The story of Rand and Pinkie Pie is actually quite cliché. Rand fell for Pinkie Pie, but he was too timid to talk to her. Back then, Rand decided to help his brother, so at the age of eleven, he used his youth to cultivate a good relationship with Pinkie Pie, creating many opportunities for the two of them.

Lorraine had assumed the two would get together; everyone in the camp knew they were a perfect match. Every time Pinkie Pie brought Rand food, the soldiers would tease them, making Pinkie incredibly shy, while Rand would just giggle silently.

Later, when Loran retired, he thought he would be able to drink Rand and Pinkie Pie's wedding wine in a few years. Unfortunately, in the end, the two were destined to be apart.

Why did Rand leave? Loran didn't know either. In any case, two years after Loran retired, Rand left too, without taking Pinkie Pie with him. Pinkie Pie waited for Rand here for four or five years, but in the end, she couldn't wait any longer. She was almost thirty and still unmarried, which was hard for ordinary people to accept in this era.

So two years after Rand left, Pinkie Pie got married.

Several years have passed. Rand is dead, leaving Charlotte behind. Pinkie Pie is married and has children.

The fact that the two ultimately couldn't be together is a minor regret for Loran.

Loran sighed.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind her, and Pinkie Pie ran out and called out to Loran.

"Could you... could you let me see him..."

Pinkie Pie seemed to want to say something, but in the end she couldn't. What was she thinking about? Perhaps her child, or perhaps her husband. In any case, she couldn't say anything.

"No, it's okay."

She smiled gently, a smile that was different from the one she had given Rand more than a decade ago.

"It's alright, Loran, goodbye."

"See you."

Is this goodbye to Loran, or to that guy who's already dead?

Perhaps only she knows the answer.

Chapter 238 His expression clearly became respectful.

After bidding farewell to Bitch, Loran headed to the Petrie garrison.

Walking through the familiar military camp, Loran couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic. She hadn't expected that this place would remain unchanged for over a decade.

"Hey, you there, who are you?"

A young soldier called out to Loran, and the seasoned veteran beside him immediately covered his mouth and greeted Loran respectfully, "Sir, what brings you here?"

"I'm looking for your legion commander."

"you are?"

"Just tell him that an old friend named Loran has come to visit."

"Please wait a moment, I will go and inform the legion commander."

With that, the veteran pulled the young soldier away. On the way, the young soldier was still indignant: "Brother, why were you so respectful to that guy?"

"Are you stupid! That guy looks like he's from a wealthy and powerful family!"

"So what? The legion commander said that once you join the Petrie garrison, he'll have your back!"

"Ah."

The veteran sneered, "Didn't you ever consider that this guy might have some powerful connections that even the legion commander couldn't protect?"

The young soldier paused for a few seconds, unsure of what to say.

"So don't let yourself get too arrogant. If you really offend a big shot, even the legion commander can't protect you."

Inside the legion's camp, a burly man with brown hair was drinking when two soldiers walked in: "Legion Commander."

"Well, what happened?"

“There is a person outside who claims to be an old friend of yours requesting an audience.”

"Old friend?"

The burly man's expression was somewhat strange. Where did he have any old friends left? Those he knew from the army had either died on the battlefield or been transferred to other cities' armies and couldn't easily leave. Apart from these, where did he have any old friends?

Maybe it's some relative trying to freeload off him.

"Send him away."

The burly man waved his hand dismissively, too lazy to bother with these relatives.

"Yes."

Just as the two were about to back down, the burly man suddenly spoke up: "Wait, do you know that man's name?"

He said his name was Loran.

"Oh, Loran... wait, what?"

The burly man suddenly stood up: "He said his name is Loran?!"

"Yes, that's right."

The brown-haired, burly man's face was somewhat inscrutable. After a moment of changing expressions, he said:

"Take me to see it."

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When the brown-haired strongman arrived at the training ground, Lorraine was instructing several new recruits.

"Loran!"

The burly man stepped forward and gave his long-lost friend a hug: "You've been gone for so many years and haven't even come back to visit! I thought you were dead!"

"These past few years have indeed been quite busy."

Loran shook his head and looked at the burly man: "But you, Olli, are now a legion commander."

"I only got this position by climbing the ranks. If you and Rand hadn't retired, I wouldn't have gotten it!"

The brown-haired, burly man, Olli, patted Loran on the shoulder and looked around. "Where's Rand? Didn't that guy come with you?"

"...He is dead."

"Huh? Oh, when...when did this happen?"

"It's been a few years."

"How did you die?"

"Died of illness."

"That's true. If someone were to harm you, you definitely wouldn't be able to sit still."

The atmosphere was a bit somber when Ollie suddenly clapped his hands: "Let's not talk about that, come on, let's go drink! I have some good wine that those counts from Petrie gave us before! Remember them? Those noble scions who looked down on us before, they've inherited their titles now."

"Those guys who insulted us?"

Loran tilted his head. When they were young, they had some conflicts with the children of those old earls in Petrie. Although those old earls gave face to the former legion commander and didn't cause them any trouble, those noble sons always looked down on them and called them common soldiers.

"It's them!"

Oli chuckled dismissively: "Now that I'm the legion commander, even if these guys are counts, they wouldn't dare to act arrogantly towards me! What kind of bullshit nobles are they! Sigh, don't blame me for being blunt, if you hadn't left, this position would have been yours. After all, back then, the former legion commander had your eye on you the most."

As a border city, Petri's legion commanders held a very important position. In order to suppress the power of the nobility, the Isnar royal family promoted the legion commanders of various border cities from the army, rather than from noble backgrounds.

The nobles of Petrie, who were said to have been powerful nobles who controlled the legion two hundred years ago, were gradually stripped of their power by the successive emperors and are now almost all that remains of their titles of earl.

Loran shook his head and brought up the former legion commander: "What's the old man doing now?"

"I'm retired! But I can't stay idle, so I found a job watching the warehouse to pass the time."

Ouli complained, "I don't know if he's just bored. It's not like I can't afford to support him. His pension over the years is astronomical, yet he still insists on finding this kind of job!"

"The old man is also unwilling to admit he's getting old."

Two friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time sat down to drink and had a good time. They even talked about friends they had met before: "Remember Kirby? That kid is a captain in the North now. There are lots of opportunities there."

Oli took a sip of his drink and said, "It's just that it's not wartime now, so military merits aren't so easy to earn. Besides, there are many talented people in the North, so it's quite difficult to become a legion commander like me."

"I remember back then, we never even dared to dream of becoming a legion commander."

Loran also took a sip of wine. Oli sighed, "Who says it isn't? Sigh, it's all luck... And you now? You're dressed all high and mighty, like some damn nobleman."

"That's right."

Loran smiled and said, "I found my family and inherited the title."

"Oh, that's great."

Oli smiled and said, "You've always been lucky and talented. Now you're a nobleman, unlike me, who can only rely on myself."

He seemed somewhat indignant.

Loran chuckled. He knew he would attract jealousy. When he joined the army, he was just over ten years old. He had some talent and was the darling of the former legion commander. He was given extra training every day. Anyone with eyes could see that he was being groomed to be the next legion commander.

So it's inevitable that he'll attract jealousy, but there aren't that many complicated things in the military; if you're not happy, just fight it out. The relationship between Oli and Loran isn't that complicated either; he's also jealous of Loran, but he's also Loran's friend.

Now that he's become a legion commander, he can even disregard counts, so it's no wonder he wants to show off in front of Loran.

"Speaking of which, what is your title? Baron? Viscount?"

"He could be considered an earl."

"Wow, not bad."

Ollie didn't show anything unusual, after all, he had met the Earl before, and the wine they were drinking was a gift from the Earl!

What's wrong with the count? The count isn't as good as me!

Oli finished his drink, refilled his glass, and said, "Maybe in a few years I'll be an earl! I'm drinking for the second prince now, and when he becomes emperor, he can grant me a title!"

Perhaps the second prince promised him something.

Loran sighed. After all, Olli didn't understand politics, and the second prince was ultimately a fool.

Border regimental commanders were not allowed to be granted titles or have their positions inherited. This was something previous emperors had been doing, precisely to prevent them from having too much control over the border troops and affecting the authority of the imperial family.

"Speaking of which, I've heard of most of the earls. What's your surname? I might have heard of you too."

Morgan Fleischer.

Oli suddenly stopped moving.

Chapter 239 Morgan Fowler's Formidable Reputation

While the title of Earl is considered a high nobility in Isnar, it is not truly upper class; it is neither an Elector nor a Protectorate Duke.

Although they belong to the aristocratic class, in reality, most counts, especially those in Petri, are not as prestigious as Olli, the legion commander.

After all, the legion commander has troops under his command, and Olli himself is quite strong, possessing the strength of a fifth-tier warrior.

That is why Ori did not have much respect for most of the counts, which is true.

But Morgan Freeman was an exception.

How can one describe the prestige of the Morganfleur surname?

When Lorraine publicly dismembered the Grand Duke at the banquet, and the royal family was unable to pursue the matter further, nor even strip Morganfleur of his title, in the eyes of many, Count Morganfleur could no longer be considered a count.

As the legion commander, Olli had also communicated with some nobles. Although many nobles on the border were not well-informed and did not know that Loran was Lorian and had the strength of the eighth rank, basically everyone knew that this Earl Morganfleur had the strength of the seventh rank, and Loran's deeds back then had been spread many times in the upper circles.

In fact, many nobles were unaware that Loran was Lorian. Most nobles in Enshia knew this because it was Enshia, located beneath Loran's feet, and thus selectively revealed some information to the higher-ups.

But on the border side, the treatment isn't so good.

Even so, Morganfleur's reputation was undeniable. After all, everyone knew that Earl Morganfleur possessed seventh-tier strength and a background that could make even the royal family back down.

Oli's expression froze for a moment. Loran tilted her head and looked at Oli: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing."

O'Leh paused for a few seconds, then picked up his glass and raised it towards Loran: "I'd like to toast you."

Loran also raised his glass, and Ollie subconsciously lowered his glass a little to clink glasses with Loran.

After finishing their drink, the two resumed their conversation. However, Ouli became less flamboyant and rarely boasted, instead focusing on praising Loran.

Ugh.

Loran sighed inwardly.

He didn't know much about Oli. The two were barely friends back then. He knew that Oli was a very competitive person. When Loran was given special treatment by the former legion commander, Oli was the most dissatisfied.

After a few more fights, he gave in, and the two became fairly good friends. Although they weren't close confidants, they were familiar with each other.

It's just that after so many years, Ouli is no longer the fearless person he used to be.