Chapter 211

Well, even if one were a king, it's impossible to do as one pleases, so being a king is out of the question—this lifetime, it's impossible to be a king.

One can only be a powerful minister, causing chaos in the court.

Queen Oliana said: "There's no such position either."

"This doesn't exist, that doesn't exist—you Toussaints are hopeless," Tang Luo said, walking to the window.

This king called Toussaint should be very beautiful.

Warm, bright sunlight fell upon the earth, the temperature comfortable, the scenery lovely.

"Though the scenery isn't bad," Tang Luo said, "I like it here."

"Then I'll arrange a position for you, Master?" Oliana said, compared to that former foolish magic mirror that only answered simple questions to amuse her, this mirror master who walked out of the mirror truly earned her respect.

So mysterious, so powerful, so—dangerous!

Oliana felt like a moth drawn to a flame, unable to resist wanting to draw near.

Of course, her approach wasn't truly like a moth to a flame, but rather she wanted to obtain everything she could from this person named Xuanzang, who called himself the Mirror Master.

"What position?" Tang Luo asked.

"How about court swordmaster?" Oliana said. "You can be responsible for teaching my children."

"Children?" Tang Luo said.

"Stepdaughter and stepson," Oliana said. "The king's children—interested? My dear master."

"I am," Tang Luo said, breaking into a grin.

As queen, Oliana in this court seemed quite capable.

Tang Luo hadn't even seen the king, yet with his approval, he easily became the court's swordmaster, tasked with teaching the king's two children swordsmanship.

And near the palace, he gained a dwelling that wasn't large but was exquisitely refined.

Toussaint is a beautiful and fertile land, its productivity akin to medieval Europe, with various architectural styles, some close to local customs.

But because the land is extremely fertile, the people can be said to live in peace and prosperity.

A scene of harmony, filled with the air of a fairy tale.

Well, the fairy-tale air naturally also has a supernatural aspect.

For example, beyond the bustling cities, monsters hidden in mountains and wilderness or even villages, calling themselves sorceresses, plus ghosts, bandits, and, sword-light-flashing supernatural swordsmen.

Becoming a court swordsman went very smoothly—Tang Luo changed into a neat court swordsman uniform at his "new home," walked a while along the broad road, arrived at the palace, and under the guidance of attendants, came to the training ground where the prince and princess practiced.

Then he saw sword light flashing, the swordsman cutting and thrusting forward at a speed ordinary people could never reach, movements graceful and handsome.

The opponent looked to be in his forties, with a steady demeanor, a handsome older man.

Noticing Tang Luo's appearance, the swordsman paused his demonstration and told the two students: "You keep practicing."

Two children just over ten, holding wooden swords, swayed as they swung.

Tang Luo deliberately glanced at the little girl.

How to put it? Using fairy-tale language to describe her, her skin was as white as snow, her lips as red as blood, her hair as black as ebony window frames.

There was a beauty surpassing appearance and age, breathtaking and fleeting.

Like an iceberg on the sea, only a small corner revealed.

Not yet obvious, but wait until she grows a few more years—she might drive many men mad.

"Kind of interesting," Tang Luo laughed.

"Xuanzang?" The swordsman blocked Tang Luo's view, saying, "I don't know why Her Highness the Queen would appoint someone like you, a nobody, to teach swordsmanship."

"Well… you can call me Mirror Master," Tang Luo said, walking toward the weapon rack nearby. "The point is Master."

There were cold weapons placed there—shields, knightly lances.

More were various kinds of swords.

There were those double-handed cross swords, and also the single-handed sword used by that court swordsman.

There were also those thin swords meant only for thrusting, looking rather soft and limp—not something ordinary people could use.

"Oh, Mirror Master, why not demonstrate your swordsmanship?" Robert said. "Let me see if you have the qualifications to be called Master."

"Of course, I was just planning to do that," Tang Luo laughed, picking up the largest cross-handed great sword and swinging it casually twice.

It emitted a dull, tearing-through-air sound.

The princess and prince on the other side had long stopped practicing, curiously watching this.

That relaxed, effortless movement made Robert's eyes narrow slightly—he didn't seem like a novice either.

Swinging such a cross-handed great sword with one hand easily requires great strength.

At least in strength, he is not inferior to Robert.

"Great sword?" However, for someone stealing his job, Robert won't be polite: "Our adorable prince and princess won't be learning this crude swordsmanship."

The nature of the great sword dictates that its related swordsmanship must follow a path of large, sweeping movements.

This is swordsmanship belonging to the battlefield.

Unsuitable for teaching princes and princesses.

What they should learn is that elegant, agile type—doesn't require strong combat ability, can strengthen the body, and can do a little sparring.

Most importantly, it must be handsome!

A court swordsman isn't one who can hold the position just by swordsmanship skill—Robert in Toussaint's swordsmanship ranks only in the top five, not first.

Why then can he defeat other "competitors" and become court swordsman? Because his swordsmanship is the most handsome.

As the most handsome swordsman in Toussaint—whether in swordsmanship or person—he is the swordsmanship Master.

Robert undoubtedly has the qualifications to look down on how ugly the opponent's swordsmanship is.

In other words, regarding "handsomeness," he cannot compare to Tang Luo.

"Not that," Tang Luo said, tossing the heavy cross-handed great sword aside, his gaze sweeping over, landing on a shield.

This is a shield with an arc, a large shield.

"That's it." Tang Luo picked up the shield, turned to Robert and said, "Come on, let's spar, let me show you my powerful swordsmanship."

"You're holding a shield." Robert said.

"No, this is a sword." Tang Luo had a serious expression, looking completely not like he was joking.

The little prince and little princess over there, however, let out laughter.

"Are you insulting swordsmanship?" Robert was very angry, then a big hat was put on him.

"No." Tang Luo slightly raised his head, with the look of Dugu Seeking Defeat, "Not clinging to things, grass, wood, bamboo, stone can all be swords, the state of no sword surpassing having a sword. My realm, you don't understand."

"... Ridiculous!" Robert indeed didn't understand, "A person who doesn't understand swordsmanship, also dares to speak big words?"

"You don't understand." Tang Luo said, "Talking more is useless, come on, I will let you witness my powerful swordsmanship—Dugu Nine Swords!"

"Bringing suffering upon oneself!"

Robert drew his sword, sword light flashed, and stabbed straight at Tang Luo.

The target was Tang Luo's shoulder, after all, he was arranged by the queen, he couldn't kill, making this Xuanzang know difficulty and retreat was enough.

The distance of five meters was crossed in an instant, the sword tip was already less than half a meter from Tang Luo's shoulder, this sword's speed was so fast, compared to the earlier thrust, it was superior and not inferior.

"Breaking Sword Style!"

At this moment, Tang Luo shouted loudly, swung the shield in his hand, and struck first despite acting later.

Heading straight down onto Robert's head.

Robert was instantly horrified, the shield hadn't arrived, but the wind and pressure it brought had already "pressed" onto him in advance.

It felt like facing not a shield, but a siege hammer falling upon himself.

His own thrust actually couldn't match the swinging speed, relying on the advantage of moving first, Robert was confident he could stab the opponent at the same moment the shield landed on him.

However, what the hell use is that!

If aiming at the opponent's heart, there would still be a possibility of mutual destruction.

Now, one sword for one shield, Robert's head is estimated to be smashed to pieces.

Robert could change the position of his thrust, from shoulder to heart, but he had no intention of mutual destruction with this stranger.

Without hesitation, he sheathed his sword, flashed to the side, Robert re-established his stance, re-assumed the sword-drawing posture.

Then he maintained this action, stiffened.

"How is my 'Breaking Sword Style'?" Tang Luo stood in front of Robert, holding the shield in his hand, the edge only a hair's breadth from Robert's head.

Robert felt his head start to itch madly, as if ten million worms were crawling on it, he moved slightly.

The shield above his head also moved slightly, the distance unchanged from before.

When Robert sheathed his sword and dodged, Tang Luo's shield in his hand followed closely, like a bone-eating worm.

Just like now.

"Before my Breaking Sword Style, no one can draw a sword, even if they draw, I will break it." Tang Luo, a master, felt lonely.

Robert really wanted to curse: "What the hell does this have to do with breaking swords! Such a big shield right beside the head, could fall at any moment, no one dares to draw a sword, let alone draw, not even dare to speak!"

So, Robert only kept these words in his heart, didn't say them out.

"... Hmm, not speaking, are you scared by my Breaking Sword Style?" Tang Luo further asked, "Admit my swordsmanship is how superb, is a realm you cannot reach?"

"... Yes."

Robert squeezed out words of agreement from between his teeth.

"Then do you think I have the qualifications to become the royal swordsmanship instructor?" Tang Luo inquired.

"Yes." What could Robert do? He was also desperate.

Where did this monstrous freak with infinite strength come from?

Shouldn't such a monster go to the battlefield to fight? Why come to be some royal swordsmanship instructor?

The queen's brain is probably broken.

"Very good." Tang Luo took back the shield, revealed a smile like basking in spring breeze, "Then from now on, we are colleagues."

"Colleagues?" Robert was stunned for a moment, "Aren't you here to replace me?"

Two swordsmanship instructors coming to teach the prince and princess, actually unnecessary.

As said before, the prince and princess learning swordsmanship is for strengthening the body, simultaneously having a little combat power is enough.

Not to become some swordsmanship master who absorbs all schools and leaves a name in history.

Moreover, Robert himself has extraordinary swordsmanship, one person teaching two is more than enough.

Therefore, when knowing a new swordsmanship instructor had come, Robert naturally thought he was here to replace him.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't.

Then what was he doing just now, bringing disgrace upon himself?

"Of course not." Tang Luo said, "I'm here to loaf around, eat and wait to die, from now on you take charge of teaching these two kids, I just take charge of watching from the side, thinking about it makes me happy."

"... I'd rather just leave!" Robert was not happy at all.