The Hospitable Town of Arkham (Monthly Votes Appreciated)

[Graphic content warning: don't read while eating.]

Dylan's expression grew grave. He hadn't expected the enemy to give them such a rude welcome the moment they arrived.

After spitting, the gaunt middle-aged man in the distance saw Stanley's sorry state and burst into delighted laughter again.

"Despicable outsiders!"

"All outsiders deserve to die! All outsiders should eat shit!"

As he spoke, his eyes settled on Evan, who had blocked his spit.

Seeing the man's jaw move, Milton hurriedly warned them. "Watch out! He's going to spit again!"

But the next second...

"Hah~"

Before the man could work up another mouthful...

With Dylan, Eldin, Milton, and the others watching, Evan spat first.

His thick glob of phlegm landed squarely in the man's newly opened mouth.

"Yes! Bullseye!" Evan shouted happily.

The gaunt man's eyes went wide. He gaped, clutched at his throat with both hands, turned away, and began to retch.

As the man gagged, Evan held his belly and let out a laugh much like his.

"Gah, gah, gah!"

"Despicable local! Giving us Arkham folk a bad name again!"

"Urgh!"

At the sight, Dylan and his two students, along with Eldin and her maid, went pale and turned aside to retch.

David chewed an areca nut and grinned.

"You'll get used to it! There are plenty of times when you can't just throw a punch."

"This is the easiest way to handle it!"

The others nodded through churning stomachs and watery eyes.

Meanwhile, after retching twice, the middle-aged man suddenly began to convulse violently.

He shook on the stone road, then started rolling across the ground.

As he rolled, his arms and legs began to bend backward.

He strained to bring his head and heels together, forming a circle.

Milton and the others blinked at the sight, baffled.

"What... what's