I am the heroine's godfather!

Does that mean she likes the seventh tier?

As for whether Loran might be a hidden monster.

Not to brag, but Kasna had fought every single seventh-tier warrior from that era! Although she hadn't defeated the vampire from the demon race and had only managed a draw with the fallen angel, she had still managed to defeat Satan!

She had traveled all over the country and even suffered from rheumatism at the hands of a cardinal. How could she possibly not know an eighth-order being, or even have never heard of one before!

After lamenting how comparing oneself to others can be incredibly frustrating, Kasna, seeing that Loran was losing patience, began her story from the beginning: "About three hundred years ago, I ran into the Sleepers. They were just a few sixth-tier beings, the kind I could easily kill. But as the fight went on, those reckless fools activated something they didn't even know they were, drawing the power of the Sleepers over to me."

Kasna sighed, "To make matters worse, the Sleeper was still awake at that time, so He cast a sleeping spell on me, putting my body into a deep sleep until the end of my life."

"Realizing that something was wrong, I separated my soul from my body and built this tower, sealing my body on it, and then waited for a destined person to come and take my soul out to rebuild my body."

"Unfortunately, the Sleeper is a god after all, and what are my petty tricks worth? Even if it's just a curse He casually casts, it's not something I can easily dodge."

Kasna sighed: "As soon as I sealed my body, I felt a deep drowsiness in my soul, so my soul also fell into a deep sleep... When I woke up, I found that three hundred years had passed, my body was almost at its limit, and my soul was about to dissipate."

"What about the cold wave?"

"Because three hundred years have passed, my seal is weakening, my body is about to collapse, and the icy magic power in my body is gradually dissipating, which has triggered this cold wave."

As she spoke, Kasna sighed, "I do feel somewhat sorry for the farmers who were affected, but after I die, my body will return to nature, and the areas affected by the cold wave will experience a once-in-a-century harvest season thanks to the nourishment from the remains of a saint. Furthermore, the fertility of farmland in these areas will increase over the next five years... Consider this my way of apologizing."

"You are kind-hearted."

"Of course! Back in that kingdom, I was the most humane great magician! But... according to you, the kingdom I lived in back then has already perished, right?"

"Yes, what exists now is the Cartel Federation, established by your disciple Nancy Cartel."

"Cartel..."

Kasner shook her head: "My good-for-nothing disciple, how did he inherit my surname... What kind of person is he who keeps worrying about a dead person?"

Loran tilted his head, only then realizing that the original surname of the president of the Cartel Federation was not Cartel, but rather that Cartel was the surname of Kasner.

Perhaps to commemorate his teacher, Nancy changed his surname to Cartel. He even named the federation he established the Cartel Federation.

"I see."

Loran shook his head. Having learned the origin of the cold wave and that it posed no threat, he stopped worrying and prepared to leave. Kasna suddenly called out to him.

"Um, could I ask you for a favor?"

"what?"

"Oh dear, I'm just thinking that I'm about to die, but I haven't passed on any of my skills, so could I ask you to help me find a successor?"

Lorraine tilted her head: "Isn't it Nancy Derry?"

"He only inherited my thoughts. His magic is wind, and I am ice, so he definitely can't inherit my magic. Oh dear, please help me since I'm about to die."

"...Okay, I'll try to look for it for you, but I'm not sure I can find it."

Chapter 244 Laura: Can't you give me a back door or something?

Loran thought for a moment and realized that he did indeed recognize that the magic attribute was ice, and Miss Laura's magic attribute was ice.

However, Laura's talent doesn't seem to be very good. Loran speculates that Laura can only reach the sixth rank at most in the future. As for the seventh rank, it will depend on whether she encounters an opportunity.

If Laura knew about this, she'd probably be so happy she couldn't sleep—a sixth-tier! That's the Gold rank! The strongest below the Saint! In any place, that's a big shot. Even in Saint Casta, he could be the Dean, and he'd be set for life.

However, in Loran's eyes, if someone can't break through to the seventh rank, their talent is probably not very good (not really).

Getting back to the point, Laura's talent is indeed quite good, but Loran doesn't plan to bring her here directly and tell Kasne, "This is the successor I found for you."

That would be incredibly disrespectful—especially since Laura might not even agree, as she has a pretty high sense of pride.

Besides, Loran doesn't necessarily want Laura to inherit Kasner's legacy. It's just a Saint-level legacy, isn't it? If you want it, I'll kill a Saint and send it to you right now (crossed out).

Loran is now at the eighth rank, so teaching Laura to the seventh rank is more than enough for him, although it will take some effort.

Therefore, Loran did not necessarily require Laura to inherit this so-called legacy.

But it's worth trying. After some thought, Loran began constructing the trial within the spire of Kasna.

"Hey, what are you doing in someone's bedroom?"

卡丝奈飘在洛兰身边，叉着腰，指指点点。洛兰冷笑了一声：“大龄剩女也好意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】装嫩。”

"Hey! Grandma's really getting angry!"

"I intend to conduct a trial here."

Lorraine continued construction: "To select a qualified successor."

"Wow! That's so cool! I've always wanted to do a trial like this! It's a pity that before I could properly preserve my legacy, it turned out like this."

Kasna sighed, then her interest was piqued again: "What kind of trial are you planning to take?"

"Let's set up a three-tiered trial. The first tier tests the participants' adaptability to ice elements. The second tier uses a mirror device to create a copy of the participant; those who can defeat the copy can advance to the next tier. The third tier..."

Suddenly, a large face appeared before Loran's eyes. Kasna looked at him expectantly with starry eyes: "What about me? What about me? Will the third level require you to defeat me, or make me back down or something?"

"Not to mention that you're just a soul now... You're a saint, and it's really too much to ask someone to defeat you. Do you even want to pass on your legacy?"

"I have a plan!"

Kasna's mind raced, and she came up with a brilliant idea: "Based on their respective strengths, create shadows of me that are equal to their strength. Whoever can defeat a shadow of me of equal strength will gain the qualification to inherit the legacy. What do you think?"

"Well, that's possible... but what if multiple people complete the game at the same time?"

"Oh...we'll talk about it later!"

"...Fine, you're older, you decide."

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"So, you mean, 'Everyday! Book! Group [6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8] is, there's a seventh-tier Saint who's looking for a successor?"

In Charlotte's room, the four little ones sat in front of Loran and asked a question. Loran nodded: "It's from the ice element. I plan to spread the word. If you're interested, you can go and take a look."

"In this case……"

Laura sidled up to her mischievously: "Lola, Laola, how's our relationship going?"

"so so."

"Gu..."

"what happened?"

"The handsome and dashing Lord Loran..."

"Be normal, I'm scared."

Seeing Laura's coquettish manner, Lorraine silently revealed a "senior citizen's phone on the subway" expression, and Charlotte and the others exchanged glances, somewhat at a loss for words.

"Oh, I just wanted to ask if you could pull some strings for me or something."

Laura nudged Loran's arm: "Look, I'm an ice elemental too."

"sure."

Loran readily agreed: "Anyway, the news hasn't spread yet. Let's go to the Spire now, and I'll tell Kasnae directly that you are the successor I found for her."

"Well, there's really no need for that..."

"Why not? We should keep the good stuff in the family!"

"No, no, no."

Laura quickly refused. She didn't want to obtain the inheritance in this way; it was too shameful. What difference was there between her and those who used it to line their own pockets?

Laura is upright and honest; she would never do such a thing!

Loran knew that Laura wouldn't agree; they were just joking.

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In less than a week, news came from the Vatican and Adventurers' Guilds in various places: after verification by Count Morgan Fleur, there are ruins of the Extreme Cold Saint in the southern forest of Petrie City, with trials set up by the Extreme Cold Saint inside. Those who successfully pass the trials can obtain the Extreme Cold Saint's inheritance.

The news sent shockwaves across the continent. While some were still asking, "Who is Count Morgan Fleur?", another group was already traveling day and night to Petrie.

Among this group, some people had no idea of ​​Lorraine's identity but came with the idea that it was better to believe it than not. Another group knew Lorraine's identity and saw that he chose to use the title "Count Morgan Fleur," so they understood that he did not want to reveal his identity and did not spread the word.

In short, the situation in Petri City changed dramatically in a short period of time.

In the camp of the Petri garrison, a hint of envy flashed in Eury's eyes.

Oh, saint...

He downed the wine in his glass, threw the glass on the ground, and shouted, "Leader! I'm going to check out that ruin!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Standing in front of the old warehouse, the old legion commander, who had met Charlotte and the others once before, sighed: "Loran, that brat, he's gotten himself into big trouble again..."

He no longer had any intention of competing with the younger generation. Now that he was old and frail, there was no need for him to compete for any kind of inheritance.

Even if one inherits the legacy, one will not gain any benefit.

Let's leave it to the younger generation.

But the strongest reaction came from the presidential palace of the Cartel Federation.

"What did you say?!!"

Nancy stared at the person who brought the intelligence: "Whose ruins?!"

"Yes, it is the Saint of Extreme Cold..."

"How could this be... No, I should have accepted it a long time ago."

Nancy staggered back into her seat and sighed, “Three hundred years... Teacher, I should have accepted long ago that you are no longer here.”

He looked out the window: "Give the order to send all the geniuses from all over the country there... The teacher's legacy must remain in Cartel."

Chapter 245 Old Friends

A week later, when Loran arrived with Charlotte and the others, the area beneath the spire was already crowded with people. There were nobles in fine clothes, adventurers in full armor, weary travelers, as well as elves, dwarves, and even half-dragons.

Loran also spotted a familiar figure among them.

"Lorraine? Long time no see."

The red-haired half-dragon lady walked over and patted Loran on the shoulder, but the force was a bit too strong.

It's Christine, who hasn't appeared in a long time.

Miss Christine was furious too! She had finally come to terms with her own thoughts, but Loran hadn't come to class for an entire semester! In fact, if it weren't for the news from Estia, Christine wouldn't have known that Loran was already at the eighth level!

Over the past six months, Christine has reflected a lot. Looking back on her time with Loran, she sadly realizes that they seem to be heading down the path of becoming mere buddies. If things continue like this, how can she possibly win Loran over?

So Christine summarized Estia and Messiah's experiences and iterated on her own to develop a new approach. If she rashly changed her image in Loran's eyes, it would be too sudden. So Christine decided to stick to her old approach and subtly let Loran feel her feminine charm. She started to ask Loran out on dates and put some effort into her clothes and appearance to give Loran a refreshing feeling!

Furthermore, the date location absolutely cannot be a bar or similar place; it should be a theater or similar venue. Otherwise, Lorraine definitely won't treat Christine as a member of the opposite sex!

The above tactics came from Christine's group of girlfriends.

Christine was also very self-aware and separated herself from Estia, because she started too late and it was almost impossible for her to compete with Messiah, but she might be able to compete for the second and third positions!

Although monogamy is advocated now, many people still have multiple wives. As a saint, what's wrong with Loran having multiple wives?

That's what she said, but Christine was still a little dissatisfied with the fact that someone hadn't returned to school for more than half a year without saying a word, because after Loran left, Christine had been teaching all the classes by herself, but she hadn't received any extra pay.

Christine was furious and decided that once she reached the eighth rank, she would definitely beat up that heartless principal, Rentilan, who exploited the teachers.

"Ms. Claire!"

The children showed no fear of seeing their teacher during the holidays and greeted Christine happily, "What brings you here?"

"I brought a few of my younger relatives along to try their luck."

Christine waved her hand: "But I think it's unlikely, because none of them are compatible with ice elemental magic."

"Right, right? That's exactly the kind of genius beauty like me with an affinity for ice elements!"

Laura nodded smugly, while Loran silently scoffed, "Does this really have anything to do with pretty girls?"

"What's wrong? Are you trying to say that Laura isn't a beautiful girl?"

"I feel she's not as good as Charlotte."

Lorra decisively chose to shift the blame elsewhere. Laura gritted her teeth and had to admit that Lorra's move was very effective.

She couldn't very well say that Charlotte was inferior to her, could she?

"Mr. Morganfleur".