Chapter 217

"Secret sword technique?" Charles's eyes lit up—he was exactly at the age when he loved fighting and killing.

"Yes."

Robert said, he also had his own considerations.

Besides demonstrating value, teaching some complex sword techniques would allow the prince and princess to practice repeatedly on their own, making his work easier.

Although it certainly couldn't compare to that bastard mirror beside him, at least he could grab a chair to sit down and slowly instruct while seated.

As for the whereabouts of that outsider Li Huan, Robert wasn't particularly concerned.

He also couldn't be bothered to care—life is short, slacking off is the true way.

Now enduring some hardship could bring future relaxation, and Robert could still manage that.

Just like how he used to train hard in swordsmanship, wasn't it just to achieve his current reputation as a sword master so he could lie back on the merit list? What, for the peak of swordsmanship? That doesn't exist.

"Coincidentally, I also have a secret technique I want to teach you." Tang Luo, the salted fish lounging on the recliner, also stood up.

"Huh?" Robert looked at Tang Luo, what the hell? What does this mirror want to do?

"Don't look at me, it's none of your business—I'm speaking to the little princess." Tang Luo looked at Vivian and said.

Vivian blinked her eyes, puzzled: "What?"

"This secret technique is called Beggar's Chicken!" Tang Luo pulled out the ancient webnovel's culinary weapon for conquering other worlds—Beggar's Chicken!

This item can make those from other worlds who don't understand cuisine and only gaze at the stars "astounded," causing them to bow down immediately.

Tang Luo had eaten Beggar's Chicken before, and felt the taste was just average—after all, he's a modern person who's been ruined by all kinds of delicious seasonings.

Even if he made it himself, lacking suitable ingredients, Tang Luo couldn't make a tasty Beggar's Chicken.

Being able to make delicious food in the Journey to the West world isn't actually due to Tang Luo's superlative skills—it's mostly about ingredient quality.

Good ingredients don't need much seasoning—they're delicious on their own.

But Beggar's Chicken or such, used to fool Vivian a little, is enough.

In fact, Tang Luo thought this little food-loving guy didn't care about taste at all—she just enjoyed the process and sensation of eating.

"Sounds like it's about eating?" Vivian's eyes lit up.

"Of course." Tang Luo said, "My secret technique."

"You!" Little Prince Charles flared up again—why would such a guy come to teach them swordsmanship?

Grabbing a shield to smash people, then lying around doing nothing every day, now he wants to make food?

Why would such a person be allowed to stay by the Empress and the King instead of being kicked out? No, such a bastard should just be locked up in prison.

"Is it tasty?" Vivian asked, covering her mouth with one hand.

Tang Luo thought she was wiping drool: "You think, is there anything that isn't tasty?"

Vivian thought seriously for a moment, puzzled: "Seems, not..."

"Exactly, it's something Her Royal Highness the Princess has never eaten before." Tang Luo said, "That definitely means it's tasty, right?"

"Yes, yes!" Vivian nodded like a chick pecking at grain.

"Alright, go prepare." Tang Luo said to the attendant nearby, the attendant silently nodded and withdrew—this is treatment Charles and Vivian could never get.

Over there, Charles could no longer contain his anger, letting out a sharp roar, heedlessly raising his wooden sword and stabbing toward Tang Luo.

Robert didn't stop him, glad to see this scene.

Only his expression was slightly surprised—not surprised that Little Prince Charles had made a move, Robert knew this little brat had a bad temper.

But surprised that Charles's sword actually carried some force.

In both strength and speed, it far exceeded that of someone who'd practiced swordsmanship for less than half a year, or even just casually practiced as a beginner.

"This little brat, does he have talent in swordsmanship?" Robert thought to himself, he had never noticed before.

Facing Little Prince Charles's rather impressive sword, Tang Luo's body flashed, easily dodging.

After missing with one sword, Charles raised his hand again for another strike, again dodged by Tang Luo.

"Ha, little prince has such refined interest, then I won't refuse to spar with you." Tang Luo said while dodging, framing their conflict as practice.

Seeing Tang Luo still leisurely talking, Charles became even more furious.

He yelled "wah-wah" loudly, simultaneously waving his sword and chopping wildly.

Although it was wild chopping, each strike was heavier than the last, and one could hear the whistling sound.

The feeling was that Charles's hand wasn't holding a light wooden sword, but something like a heavy sword.

"..."

Robert also realized—he hadn't misjudged before, Little Prince Charles had no special talent in swordsmanship.

The reason the first strike earlier looked somewhat extraordinary was merely because his posture happened to be correct, and he exerted full force.

Yes, Robert helplessly realized that Little Prince Charles's talent wasn't in swordsmanship, but in his great strength.

The force generated by that earlier sword swing, judged by sound, had already surpassed that of an adult.

Having such strength at such a young age, after specialized training, he could become a "monster strength" when grown.

This talent actually pairs quite well with that dodging mirror master!

"You!"

Robert was still thinking about situations like casting pearls before swine when a gust of wind swept past him.

Tang Luo, while dodging, had already arrived beside him.

Only able to utter one word, Robert was grabbed by the shoulders by Tang Luo, seized, lifted, and given a slight shake.

Robert's body instantly became as weak as a newborn lamb, all his bones feeling as if completely disjoined—besides pain, there was numbness.

Following came panic—he had lost control of his own body.

"Little prince, take one of my moves, Breaking Sword Style!"

Tang Luo laughed boldly, threw Robert toward Charles.

Poor Robert could only let out a loud cry in midair while cursing wildly in his heart.

Charles is also a tough guy, or rather, his anger has clouded his judgment; he swung his sword at Robert without hesitation.

The wooden sword snapped directly, Robert's loud cry turned into a muffled groan—this strike was heavy enough, likely already swollen.

The broken wooden sword obviously could not stop Robert.

He landed on Charles, his tall and heavy frame pressing Charles down.

Prince Charles struggled, unable to push Robert off him, continuously letting out the cries of a spoiled brat.

Poor Robert bore the brunt, feeling his ears might be "deafened" by the brat's shouting.

Charles's shouting attracted the nearby guards; seeing Robert pressing on Charles, they rushed over and pulled Robert away.

"Easy, easy," Robert said, his body still numb.

Even a touch would feel extremely painful.

But the palace guards wouldn't care much about Robert's feelings; their duty is to protect the safety of the royal family.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Freed Charles pointed at Tang Luo, face flushed red as he roared.

"He disrespected me! Kill him!" The brat's "demonic voice" also made the guards feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The guard captain said nothing.

If it were an order from the king or queen, they would certainly carry it out without hesitation.

But it's just an order from a hot-tempered brat; even if he's a prince, the guards couldn't possibly just kill the court swordmaster.

In fact, Charles shouting at his teacher like this isn't the first or second time.

Moreover, practicing swordsmanship inevitably involves some hardship; it's normal for the already irritable Charles to fly into a rage.

If these guards really carried out Charles's order, whether they could win or not is a question.

Even if they could win, killing this new court swordmaster would leave these guards feeling bad afterward.

No one is stupid; the guard captain supported Charles to stand, solemnly saying: "Your Highness the Prince, we still need to stand guard." He completely ignored Charles's words and ran off at once.

Charles stared for a moment, then shouted: "You dare not obey my command—"

Before he finished speaking, Tang Luo swung at his neck, knocking him unconscious directly.

"That someone, Your Highness the Prince is tired; you take him to rest." Letting Charles lie on the ground, Tang Luo said to the stunned attendant waiting at the edge of the training field.

The attendant who looks after the irritable Charles is extremely weak-willed; no one dares to offend him; he came over, hoisted Charles onto his back, and ran faster than a rabbit.

"Are you crazy?"

Robert, lying on the ground, struggled to sit up.

"I say, Old Robert, how did you provoke the little prince to anger?" Tang Luo said, looking at Robert.

"Me?" If it weren't for just now confirming again that he couldn't beat the person before him, Robert would have already jumped up and hammered Tang Luo's dog head.

"Could it not be that you pressed down on His Highness the Prince, making him angry?" Tang Luo shook his head, "I say, Old Robert, you should restrain yourself. Little boys and such aren't a good habit; you're a swordmaster, not a priest. Besides, he's still a prince—give him some face."

Robert's whole body trembled with anger.

Reversing black and white, spouting nonsense, he had never seen such a shameless person!

"Could it not be that you threw me over?" He said each word with deliberate pauses.

"I threw you over only using the 'Broken Sword Style'—Broken Sword Style only breaks swords, doesn't hurt people; you got hurt because you didn't dodge after snapping the wooden sword." Tang Luo looked innocent, "Can this be blamed on me? Don't believe me? Ask Princess Vivian—Princess, do you think it's my fault?"

Vivian came to her senses: "Ah, is that beggar chicken here?"

"Not yet, Your Highness, do you think it's my fault?" Tang Luo asked again.

"No." Vivian had a face of innocent naivety.

"See, Old Robert, bravely admit your mistake—getting beheaded is just a bowl-sized scar; eighteen years later, you'll be a good man again." Tang Luo said.

"Pfft!"

Robert spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted directly.

"Oh dear, he fainted." Tang Luo said, "Looks like he realized his mistake."

Vivian stared at Robert for a while before shifting her gaze to Tang Luo: "Teacher, where's the beggar chicken?"

Just then, the attendant arrived carrying a fully prepared chicken.

"Here, here—uncle brought you the beggar chicken." Tang Luo said with a smile.

Well, the obstacles are already gone; we can start working on this Snow White, using food to draw closer to each other.