The Mix of Charm and Evil Chapter 2

"There is no cook here. If you are hungry, you can cook for yourself."

There is indeed no cook.

"Yes, Your Highness." Miles responded, an expected answer.

Luckily he could cook, and he was pretty good at it.

I came to the kitchen, picked and chose, and made a few home-cooked dishes. Although there were not many servants in the East Palace, fortunately, the necessary things were not skimped.

After preparing the meal, Miles disturbed the boy again.

The young man was still reading, looking at Miles impatiently. When he heard that he was here to invite him to dinner, he was stunned for a moment.

Then he hid that emotion and sat at the table while Miles stood beside him.

Wesley Qin felt a little uncomfortable and a little touched to have someone standing next to him.

This young master respected him very much.

"Let's sit down and eat together. There aren't so many rules in the East Palace." Wesley's voice was flat and he started eating after he finished speaking.

Unexpectedly, it tasted pretty good, much better than what he made himself.

Wesley raised the corner of his mouth, feeling happy.

Miles didn't hesitate to sit down and started eating, so he didn't see Wesley's beautiful smile.

After lunch, Miles started to worry. Where should he start teaching his young master?

In fact, he is not much older than Wesley. He is sixteen years old and Wesley is only two years younger than him. Moreover, Wesley's thin body always reveals a cold and noble temperament, and he does not have an advantage in momentum.

Wesley was leaning lazily on the chaise longue, basking in the sun in the yard, holding a book in his hand, flipping through it without looking away.

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Wesley raised his head and looked at the person leaning against the pillar of the pavilion.

Miles lowered his head, seeming to be very troubled, and stood there for a long time, motionless.

He is tall, but unlike other generals who are muscular and broad, he is rather thin, with no fierceness in his brows, and even has a childish and gentle look. At first glance, he has the bearing of a young master from an aristocratic family.

He leaned against the pillar with his arms folded. The curve of his profile was very delicate, with a high nose bridge, slightly upturned lips, a thin chin, and hair casually sweeping across his cheek. He looked thoughtful and full of heroic spirit.

Wesley retracted his gaze and put his eyes back on the book.

As soon as he lowered his head, Miles stood up straight as if he had made up his mind and walked towards Wesley.

"Your Highness, among the eighteen kinds of weapons, which one are you most interested in? I will teach you."

He felt that in order to avoid misleading students, it would be better to teach them what he was best at.

Wesley raised his eyes, staring at Miles with his black eyes. He thought seriously for a while and said calmly.

"A dagger, please?"

Daggers are short and easy to hide, and are mostly used for close defense or assassination.

It makes sense. Even if the unpopular Crown Prince learned how to use swords, he might not have the opportunity to display his skills. But if he could use a dagger, he might be able to save his life at a critical moment.

"I will obey your Highness."

Miles curved his eyebrows, smiled casually, walked to the side, broke off half of a branch, carefully removed the short branches that might scratch his skin, and rounded them.

"Your Highness, when using a dagger, you only need to remember two things: defense and direct attack.

Daggers are mostly used for killing moves. The goal is to strike the enemy's vital points in the shortest possible time, such as the neck, chest, and left upper abdomen. The strike must be fast, fierce, and accurate, and kill with one blow.

Of course, it is also important to focus on defense, and only kill the enemy after protecting your own vital parts. "

Daggers are mostly used by killers and other desperate criminals in assassinations, and they often do not pay much attention to defense.

But Miles was happy to teach this way.

"Then now, please come and kill me. As long as you hit my fatal spot, you win." Miles handed the branch to Wesley with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

Wesley looked up at Miles, the man was wearing black clothes and had dark hair, sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples, and a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to have some bad intentions.

Wesley took the branch, stood up, his expression stern, with the aura of a king dominating the world, his eyes sharp and deep, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Wesley rushed towards Miles at an extremely fast speed, with the branch heading straight for Miles's neck.

However, when he got close, Miles bent down faster and dodged, and quickly put one leg between Wesley's legs, and hooked it with force, tripping Wesley to the ground.

Wesley did not give up. He rolled on the ground and got up again. He turned his hand and grasped the branch with his backhand. He looked fierce, stared directly at Miles's heart, and hit him directly.

Miles slightly turned sideways, grabbed his wrist holding the stick and turned it over, so that the stick was against Wesley's neck.

"I lost."

Wesley spoke calmly, all the ruthlessness and determination just now disappeared.

Miles was slightly thoughtful, let go of his hand and sighed slightly.

"Your Highness, if I had a dagger in my hand, you would have been stabbed countless times in those few moves just now, and you didn't defend yourself at all... If you don't think about protecting yourself, I'm afraid you won't even have the chance to die with others."

From the first moment he saw him, Miles knew that he was not someone who was ignorant of the world.

He could see that Wesley was in a heavy mood, so he didn't mind teaching him such a heavy lesson right when they met.

"How to defend?" Wesley's expression remained calm.

Miles reached out and grabbed Wesley's wrist. Regardless of his resistance, he folded his arm at a certain angle, raised his forearm and placed it two inches away from his head, only about two fingers higher than his head.

"When the opponent hits you directly in the face with a blunt object, defend like this."

Then, he moved his wrist back slightly so that his fist was pressed tightly against his temple.

"This acupuncture point is also very important. When the opponent attacks from the side, you should defend yourself in this way."

After saying this, Miles let go of Wesley and took a step back.

"There are many ways to dodge chest attacks. Today we will only talk about the simplest one, which is to turn sideways."

"Now, attack me."