My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon-Chapter 115 - 97: Killing Technique

A man with dark red hair, holding a wooden sword, stood before a humanoid target and looked toward the door.

The other person was an old man who looked to be in his sixties.

Though clearly old, the man was in excellent condition, both in body and Spirit. He had a full head of thick, white hair with a slightly receding hairline, and his long, naturally wavy locks were tied up behind his head.

He stood about 1.68 meters tall, which was considered quite burly in this world. Even in his old age, his arms were thicker than those of an average man. He had retained a high degree of muscle, and his skin was still fairly tight, free of the frailness common to the elderly. He looked full of vigor; he must have been a trained fighter in his youth.

"Master Gwendolyn!" William shouted when he saw the old man, the relief in his voice palpable.

Gwendolyn strode forward a few steps to meet William, who was being supported by Mark.

William was not in good shape. His wound had started to seep blood again, and he was running a slight fever.

"Master," Mark said worriedly. He seemed to know William well.

"Get him to a room. He can still be saved," Gwendolyn said.

"Master," Fang Zhen spoke up. He walked over and produced some amoxicillin he had already cut from its packaging.

"This is my special medicine. It can prevent his wound from getting worse. Have him take one pill after the wound is treated, and then one with every meal. It's very effective." Fang Zhen handed Gwendolyn three amoxicillin pills in their aluminum foil blister pack.

Gwendolyn looked at the amoxicillin pills and nodded instead of refusing them.

"If necessary, I will try it," Gwendolyn said, accepting the amoxicillin.

Fang Zhen nodded.

'It seems Gwendolyn is quite open-minded. Despite being called a Master, he isn't averse to new things.'

Fang Zhen didn't give him the amoxicillin purely out of kindness or to curry favor.

He had come to the Curse Seal World to obtain Curse Seals, and one way to do that was through trade.

To trade for valuable items, one had to possess valuable items of their own.

And in a place like the Ellick Territory, a fast-acting Western medicine like antibiotics was an item of extremely high value.

Fang Zhen didn't mind using the medicine on William; after all, these kinds of antibiotics were very cheap in modern society.

He was more interested in using these drugs as high-value bargaining chips to trade for what he wanted.

But to establish their value, people first needed to witness their effects.

Gwendolyn had Mark help William into a room inside.

It seemed there was someone else in the room, assisting Gwendolyn.

Fang Zhen didn't go into the room to watch the treatment.

He observed the courtyard's layout; it appeared to have been converted from a small workshop.

'Mark, the dark-red-haired man, and the person in the other room... they must be Gwendolyn's disciples or apprentices.'

However, Fang Zhen was a bit curious.

Even if the Lord of the Ellick Territory hadn't been seen in a long time, he was still a widely known vampire, and his rule was said to be quite cruel.

Gwendolyn was, in all likelihood, a member of the Whig Society.

And here he was, operating right under the nose of that old vampire Ellick, apparently already developing potential members and training apprentices.

'Is it really a good idea to be so brazen?'

'This doesn't feel like the style of an underground society at all.'

At that moment, Mark, Lotte, and Emily all came back out.

They probably didn't want to watch Gwendolyn treating the patient. Since none of them were medical apprentices, they didn't stay inside and get in the way.

Mark was a serious man, but the look he gave Fang Zhen was now filled with curiosity.

"You... did you really kill two Abnormal Ghosts all by yourself?"

"How did you do it?"

Mark asked, his thirst for knowledge unconcealable.

"You just need a good weapon and a bit of skill," Fang Zhen replied simply.

Mark was about to ask more when the dark-red-haired man practicing with his sword in the courtyard let out a sneer.

"One man defeating two Abnormal Ghosts?"

"That's ridiculous. I don't believe you could do it."

"Mark, you're too honest. Don't let yourself be fooled,"

the dark-red-haired man said.

"What did you say? You're so obnoxious, Nick! I saw it with my own eyes!" Lotte said, clenching his fists in anger.

Unconsciously, Lotte had already taken Fang Zhen's side emotionally.

Hearing someone question Fang Zhen's achievement felt even worse to Lotte than being insulted himself.

"You're just a boy who hasn't even finished growing. What makes your word credible?" Nick scoffed.

Nick raised his wooden sword and said to Fang Zhen, "I'm quite curious about your skills. And I don't really believe you can defeat two Abnormal Ghosts."

"Why don't we have a match? If you can beat me, I'll believe you."

"How about it?"

Fang Zhen listened to Nick's words calmly. He had met plenty of people like this before—it didn't matter what faction they belonged to, they always had to be the best and couldn't stand anyone being stronger than them.

Seeing Nick's challenge, Fang Zhen neither accepted nor refused.

He said coolly, "The fighting techniques I learned weren't practiced against sandbags and targets."

"Everything I've learned is a killing technique."

"Are you sure you want to test that?"