I am the heroine's godfather!

“Not at all, Miss Bianca is joking.”

Anna smiled and replied, "Miss Bianca's actions were truly decisive."

"Hey, Charlotte, what are those two saying?"

"don't know."

Laura and Charlotte whispered among themselves, while Bianca chuckled, "It seems I'm a bit out of place here. I won't disturb Miss Anna and her friends' conversation any longer."

After Bianca left, Anna breathed a sigh of relief: "Dealing with these guys is such a hassle."

Wow, what a quick change of expression!

"What? This is called a social mask? Laura, you don't understand!"

Anna, hands on her hips, said, “At a social gathering, I have to keep a straight face, put on a serious demeanor, and try to decipher the hidden meaning in every word the other person says. For example, Bianca’s words just now, on the surface, were praising me for defeating my opponent quickly, but in reality, she was praising me to elevate herself.”

"what?"

Laura blinked, completely bewildered. Charlotte slammed her fist in her hand: "I get it! On the surface, she was saying Anna, 'Your fighting was clean and efficient,' but what she really meant was that she finished the fight even faster than you. So, her praise of you was a cleverly roundabout way of subtly elevating herself!"

"Yes! Charlotte is the smartest."

“安娜，你这家伙什么意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】，暗戳戳骂我笨是吧！”

Miss Laura, quick to draw inferences, roared in anger: "Fine, watch my Dragon-Slaying Hand!"

"Hehehe, can't hit me, can't hit me!"

As a student of the Knights Academy, Anna was naturally stronger than Miss Laura. With a quick dodge, she evaded Laura's arrest and then circled around Charlotte in a playful, almost comical way.

Charlotte was speechless and gave each person a knife.

Indeed, Charlotte is still the true apex predator.

After their playful tussle, Anna and Laura calmed down.

"Speaking of which, Charlotte looked so cool in that fight!"

Anna's eyes were filled with admiration: "Whoosh! Haha, you took care of them in no time!"

"Yeah, she won without even using magic. Charlotte is really strong!"

"not bad."

Charlotte herself didn't think it was anything to brag about; under Lorraine's guidance, she could practically defeat these classmates at a lower level.

It won't be until next semester, or even the second year, that someone will be able to challenge her.

Charlotte, great, needs no further explanation.

Charlotte didn't actually intend to be so ruthless. If it were other students, she would have used gentler methods.

Unfortunately, her opponent was her sister, Melta.

If it weren't for that prop, Charlotte thought she might have beaten this guy into the hospital herself.

What? They only beat her into the hospital instead of killing her outright? Charlotte, you're so kind.

While the group chatted, most of the other students had also concluded their competitions. Loran clapped his hands, his indifferent gaze sweeping over everyone, sending a chill down their spines.

"Does Loran have such a strong aura?"

Anna muttered something under her breath, only to be given a quick glance by Lorraine, which terrified her into remaining silent. It wasn't until get out of class ended that she realized how embarrassing her behavior was, and she glared at Lorraine fiercely the entire way home.

But at this time, Miss Anna was still sealed away.

"Are you wondering why I'm doing this, making you fight each other in the very first class?"

No one dared to respond, but it was obvious that many people looked puzzled.

"This battle ended at different times, and I think it really shows the gap between you."

Loran glanced at Merta, who was hiding among Bianca's supporters. He was quite aware of Merta's identity. He had previously asked Charlotte if she needed him to get rid of the guy, but Charlotte had replied that she planned to handle it herself.

"Like Ms. Merta, the gap between her and her opponent is obvious, as obvious as the gap between an unarmed child and an adult."

Merta's face immediately turned red with shame and indignation, her eyes filled with hatred.

But Loran didn't care. He continued, "But you all should know that Merta is not weak among you. She is at a mid-level."

Now even more people looked ashamed.

Merta did not change her opinion of Loran because of his words. In her eyes, this guy named Loran was still the second most disliked person after Charlotte.

Although Lorraine still didn't care.

As the saying goes, when the gap in strength becomes too great, even getting angry seems ridiculous.

"But it doesn't matter, ladies and gentlemen."

Loran continued, "I will teach you enough combat skills to make you capable of standing on your own."

"Now we'll begin our first lesson..."

It was called the first lesson, but in reality, Loran only talked about some introductory things; the really important things were yet to come.

This is a long course that will span their entire San Casta career, so take your time, kids.

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. Loran smiled at the defeated group and said, "I remember I said before that losers aren't allowed to eat dinner tonight, right?"

Everyone's faces fell, but Loran laughed again: "But I think it's a bit inhumane to do this, so I've decided to give you another chance."

Everyone's faces lit up with joy, but Charlotte, seeing Lorraine's malicious expression, knew these guys were in for trouble again.

Sure enough, Loran said, "I don't care about the methods or means. As long as you can make me back down, I'll allow you to go eat."

That's easy! With so many of us, even if we had to drag you, we could still pull you one step forward!

It seems that's what these people are thinking.

What could Charlotte say? She could only offer a faint smile.

Hope everyone is okay.

Christine's gaze towards Loran also turned strange. "Are you sure you don't have a grudge against these guys? Why are you tormenting them like this, giving them hope first and then letting them despair?"

"Three, two, one, start!"

"Fireball!"

"Ice pick!"

"Let the wind blow!"

A flurry of colorful magic flashed, and the students of the Knights Academy rushed in front of Loran.

Subsequently.

"Aaaaaah! Who hit me with magic?!"

"Who made such a slippery track?!"

A chaotic scene ensued, with people falling over, horses galloping, chickens flying, and dogs barking.

Loran slowly typed out a question mark.

I haven't even made a move yet, how come you've all fallen?

Chapter 81 The Middle-Aged Transmigrator Won't Encounter the Silver Dragon Girl

Although these guys were behaving terribly, Loran eventually let them go to dinner.

Loran, you are so kind.

And so, the first week of school at St. Casta came to an end.

Over the weekend, Charlotte went out with her friends, while Lorraine stayed in her dorm alone, shouting that she was all alone.

But in reality, this person is not worthy of any sympathy. He rejected invitations from seven sixth-grade female students, five single female teachers, and three single male teachers.

Wait a minute, has something terrible sneaked in?

In short, even though he is middle-aged, Lorraine is still very charming.

Oh, and by the way, don't assume Loran is a pervert, weirdo, or a lolicon just because he's a sixth-grade student. The sixth-grade students at St. Casta are mostly seventeen or eighteen years old. Quite a few girls that age do like handsome older men.

Unfortunately, Lorraine wasn't interested in this at all. At school, besides Charlotte and her friends, the only person he could ask out was Christine, but what was Christine doing?

She heard yesterday that a really delicious barbecue restaurant had opened in the neighboring city, and she set off overnight.

In short, having nothing to do on Sunday, Loran decided to explore the library at dusk. After all, he had only ever seen silver dragons on Dragon Island during his long travels. It was a rare opportunity to see silver dragons in the outside world, and Loran was quite curious.

At six o'clock, the sun slowly and steadily moved westward, and Loran also embarked on his journey to the library.

St. Casta College wasn't particularly crowded on the weekend. It was the beginning of the month, and everyone's wallets were in good shape, so most opted to go out for a nice meal with friends. Some students from less affluent families chose to work part-time.

Of course, while it may seem like a small number, it's not actually that few. As Loran walked down the street, she occasionally saw quite a few young couples, their sweet and affectionate appearance making her sigh with envy at how youthful they truly are.

Stepping into the library on the weekend, a unique youthful atmosphere washes over you, a tragic memory from a past life that Loran dares not recall, comparable only to the youthful memories hidden behind the walls built of Chinese characters.

That's the taste of the King of Rolls! There will always be some salted fish on the ground who dare to face the might of the King of Rolls!

Okay, that's scary.

Loran trembled slightly, but then she thought again, wait a minute, she's a teacher now, why should she be afraid of the King of Scrolls?

That's right, I am now above the King of Papers, I hold the power of life and death over countless students, I am a teacher!

Loran immediately regained his composure, walking inside while looking around and nodding repeatedly, just like someone inspecting work.

One glance at the thimble revealed it to be from Dandong; it seems to be craving Cantonese cuisine.

However, Loran was still puzzled. Where was the silver dragon that the system had mentioned?

That shouldn't be the case. The silver dragon's magic is quite noticeable; logically, I should be able to sense it without deliberately searching for it.

eccentric.

Just as Loran was thinking this, at a sudden moment, he sensed that his surroundings had changed.

This change came suddenly, and it's unclear why. Was it because Loran crossed a certain line, or because time reached a critical point?

Loran didn't know.

Perhaps it was some kind of special magic? Probably the barrier type. But Loran only had a slight understanding of this kind of magic, and his level was only at the relatively weak seventh rank, so he didn't recognize it.

But sometimes, even if he doesn't recognize it, it can actually represent a lot.

Although his skill level was only at the relatively weak seventh rank, Loran had read many books about barrier magic and could recognize most common barrier magic spells.

Therefore, these are probably some precious hidden barrier magic.

Loran could only think of three people who could recognize this magic: Lucifer, the Lord of the Fallen Angel Court; Lundilan, the Principal of Saint Casta; and Messiah.

Messiah is also quite skilled in barrier magic; she taught Loran most of his introductory magic.

However, considering that this place is located inside Saint Casta, then that guy Rentilan probably already knows about it.

If someone could set up a seventh-level barrier in St. Casta's library without Lontilan's knowledge, then Lontilan should consider asking the Holy See to invite the Messiah Buddha.

Loran walked forward with a bit of curiosity. He wasn't afraid that the barrier might be dangerous, since although he wasn't very skilled in barrier techniques, he was quite adept at some powerful magic.

Of course, these things usually cause quite a stir.

Then, Loran walked through three rows of bookshelves and came to an open space filled with various flowers.

The silver-haired girl was sitting at the table, her hand supporting her face, looking out at the frozen dusk.

Looking out the window, Lorraine saw not the familiar sight of San Casta, but ruins and a frozen twilight.

Time seems to stand still here.

Do you like this sunset too?

The girl's ethereal voice rang out, and Loran chuckled softly, "Yes, a beautiful sunset."

"That's it."

The girl turned her head, her golden eyes showing a hint of confusion: "I can't see clearly."

"what?"

"I cannot see your fate."

"No one can fully see another person's fate."

"Different."