My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon-Chapter 114 - 97: Killing Technique

Fang Zhen took a look around. The architecture here was rather impressive. It seemed they even used techniques like flying buttresses and ribbed vaults. He also saw that the taller buildings had large windows and stained glass, which suggested this world possessed a decent level of craftsmanship.

He could also see spires and bell towers in the city. These buildings acted as landmarks, helping people navigate, and also had practical functions like telling time and serving as observation points.

'This place is much more developed than Redstone Town,' Fang Zhen mused.

He rode his Jue Ying motorcycle at a slow speed, with Lotte and Emily supporting the injured William behind him.

After they stopped the bleeding, William's Spirit had improved for a while. He managed to walk for nearly twenty minutes before his strength began to fail. He then slipped back into a dazed state, and Lotte and Emily had to support him the rest of the way to the town in Ellick Territory.

Fang Zhen had wanted to help, but the Jue Ying was a dirt bike; it wasn't designed to carry passengers, nor did it have the space.

That being the case, he didn't insist on helping.

Lotte, Emily, and even William himself saw nothing wrong with this.

'Fang Zhen got the sense that in their eyes, a Warrior like him wasn't supposed to be doing such things. To them, the fact that he helped at all already made him an exceptionally benevolent person. They harbored no unrealistic hope that he would be responsible for them until the very end.'

Even William, who was barely conscious for most of the journey, kept thanking him, because Fang Zhen had protected them along the way.

Ellick Town.

The streets weren't crowded. Occasionally, a few women would hurry by, carrying baskets with newly bought bread or other food.

A few people who saw Fang Zhen stared for a moment before hurrying away. It was as if the town itself wasn't completely safe.

Fang Zhen wasn't bothered by the lack of a crowd; in fact, he was relieved to be left alone.

'The people here seem a bit more worldly. They're not making a big fuss about me.'

Once inside the town, Lotte, who knew the area well, led the way. After about seven or eight minutes, they had passed through a main street and two small alleys. He then led them deep into a district clustered with artisan workshops for another minute before they stopped in front of a courtyard gate.

It was a thick wooden door, painted black.

Many of the workshop doors they had passed were just like it.

Lotte went forward and pounded on the wooden door with a series of loud thuds, shouting anxiously, "Master Gwendolyn! Master! It's me, Lotte! Someone's hurt, very badly!"

A moment later, Fang Zhen heard someone approaching, followed by the sound of a bolt being drawn.

The wooden door opened with a CREAK, revealing a man in his thirties with a world-weary face.

The man was around five-foot-six, with short, straw-colored hair. He had a sturdy build and a serious expression.

"Uncle Mark, my uncle William was attacked by an Abnormal Ghost on his way to deliver wheat! He's badly hurt and needs Master Gwendolyn's help!" Lotte, who clearly knew the man, said loudly.

Mark glanced at William and nodded, then his gaze fell upon Fang Zhen.

Seeing Fang Zhen in his riot gear, standing with a dirt bike and carrying a rifle and other equipment, Mark's face showed confusion and a hint of wariness.

"This is a righteous Warrior we met on the road," Lotte said. "He saved us from two Abnormal Ghosts, and he even killed both of them all by himself."

"All by himself? He killed two Abnormal Ghosts?" Mark's pupils dilated, the astonishment written all over his face.

"Yes, two of them. And he killed them with considerable ease. Emily, Uncle William, and I all saw it with our own eyes. I'm not lying at all," Lotte replied.

Mark immediately turned to look at Fang Zhen.

This time, his shock was mixed with profound solemnity, bordering on respect.

"Sir, how should I address you?" Mark's tone held the caution reserved for important figures, and he couldn't help but sound deeply respectful.

"Foreign Ranger, Fang Zhen," Fang Zhen introduced himself simply.

'He had reason to suspect that Master Gwendolyn, who lived here, was very likely a member of the Whig Society. From what he could gather, the Whig Society had a strong sense of justice, and Lotte had also described Gwendolyn as a kind, good person. Fang Zhen wanted to contact the Whig Society and get to know Gwendolyn so he could learn about the power of curse marks. For this purpose, the identity and traits of a Ranger were more convenient.'

'He wasn't sure what concept his mystical linguistic talent had translated 'Ranger' into, or if this world even had Rangers. In any case, Mark understood.'

Mark nodded at Fang Zhen, looking as if he fully approved of both his identity and his actions.

"Mark, let them in."

A powerful voice rang out from within the courtyard.

Mark nodded and stepped aside from the gateway.

Lotte and Emily helped William inside.

Fang Zhen dismounted his Jue Ying and entered the courtyard as well.

Once inside, he found that while the entrance was unassuming, the courtyard within was quite large.

For a city courtyard, it was quite spacious, with enough room for six or seven people to move about freely. At the far end stood a few rooms, which looked like they could house five or six people. The open space in the courtyard was clearly used for training; two humanoid targets stood there. They were made of burlap sacks stuffed with straw or some other material and were set up for practice. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Besides Mark, there were two other people in the courtyard.

One was a man of thirty-seven or thirty-eight, with dark, reddish-black hair. He wore a gray shirt and tight-fitting black trousers designed for ease of movement.