The invincible me kidnaps the invincible dragon

That’s right, the first is the plot related to the foreign border, and the most important of them is the plot of Yas Village. I said in the first volume that this village will be a very powerful helper for the protagonist in the future, and the fourth volume will begin to put Yas Village on the stage of history.

The second point, of course, is the long-buried plot of the Holy See. The plans of the Holy See and the conspiracy of the dark race are intertwined. What kind of trouble will it bring to the protagonist? To be honest, I am also very curious.

The third point is the plot of the character Margaret. To be honest, I was planning to write about this character as a casual passerby at the beginning, but as I wrote more and more and the character became fuller, I felt a little reluctant to let it go, so I inexplicably wrote a lot of stories about her.

Maybe this is why I can’t control the characters I write while sitting.

In short, the main story of this strong and sympathetic girl will end in the fourth volume, and our lovely protagonist will learn a lot from this girl and grow up in the end.

Well, I won’t waste any more time on idle talk. Thank you all for reading this far. Finally, I hope that you will continue to support Guoba as always. Please look forward to the plot of the fourth volume. Guoba thanks you.

Volume 4: Ice Rose's Farewell

Chapter 1: Heading to the Border

"Wow, what a fast speed."

On a ship heading to the Sub-Saint Fortress, some students were leaning on the portholes and looking out.

These were students of civilian birth, and they had only heard of this kind of ship in stories and legends, but had never actually ridden on one.

When they rushed to Dunbaron from all over the place, they all went there in horse-drawn carriages, which took a lot of time on the road.

"Unfortunately, although our human race's artillery technology is very powerful, our shipbuilding technology is far inferior to that of the dark race. Now we can only build simple transport ships like this and some small combat ships. Otherwise, we would be faster this time."

Seeing that these civilians looked ignorant of the world, Richard couldn't help but show off his "erudition".

His words really aroused the interest of many civilian students, and they flocked to him to ask for knowledge in this area.

"Really? Then Richard, can you tell us how the dark race's ships are classified? How are their levels graded?"

Looking at Richard's smug expression, Brady maliciously asked him this difficult question.

Regarding this aspect of knowledge, if you have not conducted in-depth research on the dark race, you may not be able to answer it.

"Ah this..."

Richard was speechless when he heard this question. He rolled his eyes at Brady who was snickering.

This guy, all he does all day long is to sabotage him.

"The ships of the dark race can be broadly divided into frigates, destroyers, cruisers, transport ships, and flagships. Among them, the flagships have the highest technological content and are also the strongest. The flagships are divided into the Grand Duke class, the Prince class, and the legendary Emperor class. Each flagship consumes a large amount of financial and material resources of a top dark noble, and its combat effectiveness is very terrifying..."

Just when Richard was at a loss, a gentle voice came from the side, saving the embarrassing situation.

Hearing this voice, Richard immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the person who spoke with gratitude.

"Director Windsor?"

When Richard saw the weak girl standing there with a smile on her face, he was slightly stunned.

"Director Windsor, do the dark races have so many combat ships?"

Margaret's words obviously shifted the students' attention to her, and one student immediately asked questions.

"Of course. The dark race's warships are not only of many types, but each one has extraordinary combat power, which often brings great trouble to our Dawn camp during battles."

Margaret smiled and replied:

"You will soon reach the outer realm. Then, you will see the dark race's battleships with your own eyes. The scale of their ships, which can block out the sun and cover the sky, is truly amazing."

Hearing Margaret's words, the students couldn't help but shudder. They seemed to see a picture where they were running madly on the plains alone, and above their heads were these steel fortresses that could crush them into powder with just one shot.

"Of course, there is no need to be too afraid. Although the ships of the dark race are powerful, our human artillery is not to be trifled with. After so many years of development, the artillery technology of the human race has reached a new height. As far as we know, there is no dark noble who is not afraid of death and dares to lead the fleet to the heavily guarded Sub-Saint Fortress."

Perhaps because she saw that the students looked a little scared, Margaret immediately smiled and encouraged them.

These students may become the pillars of the human race in the future, and we cannot let them develop a fear of the dark race at a young age.

"Look, look, I told you, our human race's artillery technology is very powerful..."

Richard became excited again when he heard Margaret mention the human race's artillery technology. His shout actually eliminated the students' depressed mood.

Margaret took advantage of this time to quietly leave the students' cabin and come to the cabin at the bow of the ship.

As soon as I entered the first class cabin, I saw Lamia lying on Elina's legs, her little paws touching her bulging belly, sleeping comfortably.

"Is Miss Lamia still awake?"

Margaret walked up to Elena and sat down quietly.

"This girl has been like this since I fed her all the treasures I exchanged for contribution points that day. She has been sleeping for several days in a row."

Elina poked Lamia's belly helplessly. She had never heard of Dragon sleeping like this when recovering.

Look at this guy, even her softest belly is exposed. If a strong man wants to take her life at this time, he must be able to catch her with his hands.

"Miss Lamia has absorbed so many treasures, it must take some time for her to digest them, so it is normal for her to fall into a deep sleep."

Margaret smiled and looked out the window.

Mountains and rivers flashed by at their feet. Looking at the beautiful scenery, Margaret's thoughts also flew along.

On this border trip, she knew what the Dawnguard needed, but at the same time, she also knew her own physical condition.

Dean Myron has been hiding it from her, but it is her own body, who could know it better than her?

This time when I go to the border, can I really return safely?

Can I still experience many things I have never experienced before with Elena?

For a moment, she was panicked and confused.

Before, she wanted to die, as death was the best relief.

But since she came into contact with Elena, she wanted to live and wanted to stay with Elena until the end.

This desire has been deeply rooted in her heart.

"Margaret...Margaret?"

Seeing Margaret in a daze, Elena couldn't help but shake her arm and called her several times before Margaret came to her senses.

"Oh, sorry, what's wrong?"

Margaret, who was awakened by Elina, quickly calmed down and said with a smile.

"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly stand there in a daze just now?"

Elina looked at Margaret strangely. She always felt that something was wrong with Margaret.

Facing Elina's words, Margaret did not answer immediately, but was silent for a while, then said:

"Elina, do you think it will be dangerous for us to go to the Sub-Saint Fortress this time?"

"Danger?"

Hearing this, Elina immediately revealed an invincible and confident smile.

"Don't worry, I'm here, no danger can hurt you!"

"Well, please take care of me then."

Seeing Elina's sunny smile, Margaret couldn't help but be infected. She gave Elina a thumbs up and said with a smile.

Chapter 2: The Politics of Cyber

"I'm sure you all know why I called you all here today. The Duke of Windsor is about to arrive at the Sub-Saint Fortress, and we only need to send one person to pick him up. But this time, as the main commander here, I want to take all of you to greet him."

In the palace of the Sub-Saint Fortress, Sebor was sitting at the head of the conference table.

Sitting around this table were the big shots of the Sub-Saint Fortress area. These people controlled all the military, political, financial and power in the Sub-Saint Fortress area.

It can be said that if all the people in this room were wiped out at once, the Sub-Saint Fortress would immediately be thrown into a situation of being leaderless.

"Sir, you are making a fuss about nothing. Isn't she just a lucky person who relied on a divine weapon to reach a high position? The last time she came, there was no such a grand ceremony."

"That's right, it's just a weapon, the specifications are really high. I have a lot of things to do over there, can I not participate?"

"Well, that's just right. I don't want to participate either. I am a professional at the Brilliance level, and I want to go and greet an ordinary little girl. I can't do it!"

As soon as Sebor finished speaking, a group of people expressed their opposition.

In their minds, Margaret was just a child holding a divine weapon. If it weren't for the system of recognizing the master of the divine weapon, many people here would have wanted to seize the treasure.

"I told you guys you guys have pig brains, but you still refuse to accept it!"

Seeing that none of these guys wanted to go, Sebor was almost mad at them.

"Are you stupid? How did the Duke of Windsor come last time? That was a private visit, so there was no need for any extravagant ceremony."

"This time, the Duke of Windsor is an important person sent by Dunbaron Public College. Not only that, he also carries the mission of the Dawn Guard. If the scale of the reception is small, what will Dean Myron and the adults of the Dawn Guard think if they know about it?"

Sebor looked at his men with some disappointment. These guys were so used to being local tyrants that they had completely lost the concept of politics in their minds.

Was it for Margaret Windsor herself that I welcomed her with such fanfare?

That was done for the academy and the Dawn Guard to see.

No matter what, at least I take this matter seriously.

If the academy and the Dawn Guard knew that I was being careless and negligent, it would be strange that they would leave a good impression.

This time, it is related to whether he can obtain more resources for the Sub-Saint Fortress at the Dawn Guard meeting, so he cannot be careless.

"Anyway, I want to see all of you at the welcome party this afternoon. No one can be absent!"

In the end, Sebor ignored the resistance of these guys and gave the death order directly.

"Yes."

When they heard that Cyber ​​was serious, the bigwigs could only agree listlessly.

"Okay, let's adjourn the meeting and go."

Seeing these guys looking reluctant, Sebor was furious.

He simply waved his hand, signaling these guys to get out of here quickly so that he wouldn't have to worry about seeing them.

Upon hearing the order to disband, this group of guys immediately left in a hurry, as if the listless look they had shown before had never existed.

"These guys!"

Seeing this scene, Sebor was stunned.

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"Dear passengers, please take note. The ship is about to land. Please return to your seats and wait for the ship to land."

Just as Elina and Margaret were laughing and chatting, a refreshing voice came from the magic loudspeaker on the ship.

“It’s here so soon?”

Hearing this voice, Elina was stunned for a moment.

The distance from Dunbaron to the Yasheng Fortress is not short. It took him nearly a month to get there.

Today, it has been three days.

"This is a ship. Do you think you are riding in a carriage?"

Margaret gave Elena a cold look. How come this guy is just like the students outside?

"Forehead······"

Elina scratched her head in embarrassment. To be honest, she really didn't have an intuitive feeling about the speed of the ship.

After all, this guy relies on Lamia wherever he goes.

"We are now preparing to land. Please hold on to the handrails."

Just as Elena was about to say something else, the ship suddenly shook violently, and everyone knew that it was landing.

Within ten minutes, the ship came to a steady stop on a vast flat ground, where there were various transport ships and a very large space. It was obvious at first glance that this was the special shipyard of the Sub-Saint Fortress.

"Elina, believe it or not, this time when we go down, we will definitely get an extraordinary welcome."

Just as everyone stood up and prepared to get off the plane, Margaret suddenly smiled mysteriously at Elena.

After hearing this, Elina was slightly stunned.

Margaret is at most a duke, and the scale of the welcome can't be higher than that of a duke.