I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

[Contains graphic descriptions; viewer discretion advised.]

Dylan's expression turned slightly serious. He hadn't expected to be given such a strong warning by the enemy as soon as he landed.

After spitting out thick phlegm, the gaunt middle-aged man in the distance, seeing Stanley's disheveled state, burst into another hearty laugh.

"Despicable outsider!"

"All outsiders should die! All outsiders should go eat shit!"

As he spoke, his eyes gradually fell on Evan, who was blocking his phlegm.

Milton, who was standing nearby, quickly exclaimed when he saw the other man's jaw movement, "Watch out, everyone! He's going to spit again!"

Then the next second...

ha~

Then I saw that the other party hadn't finished preparing...

Under the watchful eyes of Dylan, Eldin, Milton, and others, Evan was the first to spit out a mouthful of phlegm.

Then it precisely spat into the other person's open mouth.

"Yay! A 10!" Evan shouted excitedly.

The gaunt middle-aged man's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and then he pulled on his neck with both hands, turned his head, and began to dry heave.

Just as the middle-aged man was retching, Evan, holding his stomach, also let out a similar laugh.

"Gagaga~!"

"Despicable locals! They're tarnishing Arkham's reputation again!"

Ugh!

Upon witnessing this scene, Dylan and his two disciples, including Eldin and the maid, all turned pale and gagged twice.

David said with a grin as he chewed on a cane.

"You'll get used to it! There are many times when it's inconvenient for you to take action directly."

"This is the easiest solution!"

Several people nodded, wiping away tears as their throats churned.

At the same time, the middle-aged man gagged twice, and then his body suddenly began to convulse violently.

The person swayed back and forth on the stone pavement, and then began to roll around on the ground.

As he rolled around, you could see his arms and legs starting to bend backward.

Start trying to connect your head and heels together to form a circle.

Milton and the others blinked in bewilderment upon seeing this.

"What...what is he doing!?"

Ivan laughed and said, "He's performing a traditional Arkham dance!"

"It seems he's realized his mistake!"

"I knew it! The people of Arkham have always been warm, hospitable, and kind!"

"This is a welcome gesture, let's go!"

Dylan and the others blinked, then hurriedly picked up their luggage and followed.

The group made their way to the exit without incident. As they walked, Ertin couldn't help but glance at Evan's always sunny and cheerful profile.

This was the first time she had witnessed Ivan's style of doing things in such a free and close setting.

Although the two had known each other for some time, they had almost no interaction.

The last time I dealt with that tree spirit, when I arrived from Eldin, Evan had already cleanly and efficiently ended the battle.

As for how this guy usually handles social relationships, Erdin knew absolutely nothing.

But now, after seeing Ivan's tit-for-tat, spit-for-spit approach...

This immediately gave Erdin a deeper understanding of Evan, and his interest in him grew even stronger.

Although she recorded some of Ivan's speech and behavior habits from Priss's diary, his current mental state is very different from that of Arkham back then.

Especially after seeing Ivan's rather vulgar, even disgusting, crisis management approach...

Although it made me feel a little uncomfortable, it also gave me a rather novel visual impact.

While Erdin was pondering, Ivan had David lead the group away from the station.

Then, under Erting's peripheral vision, Ivan turned and walked towards the gaunt middle-aged man whose body was bent into a circle.

Since it was daytime and she was still an ordinary person, Ertin didn't hear what Evan and that disgusting guy were saying.

Anyway, the middle-aged man suddenly returned to normal, and while panting heavily, he knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

After exchanging a few more words with the middle-aged man, Ivan waved, and the man hurriedly limped away.

Just then, the group, dragging their bags and bundles, crossed the covered bridge and officially entered the town of Arkham.

Arkham Railway Station is located in the northeast of the town. There is a small square in front of the station, with two roads in front of it.

One road leads crookedly south, while the other turns right directly west.

Both roads were paved with old stone slabs, with weeds sprouting from the cracks, and the road surface was marked with deep and shallow ruts by the wheels of passing vehicles.

In the distance, the old buildings huddled together under the gloomy sky, exuding an indescribable stale smell.

Just as I stepped out of the train station, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out in the distance.

Dylan was terrified: "Get down!"

Then Dylan waved his hand, and the group of five quickly crouched down and hid behind their suitcases.

David quickly stepped forward, shielding everyone behind him, and looked into the distance, saying, "It's alright, Mr. Dylan. It was just that post office over there that was robbed!"

"A gunfight broke out between the post office staff and the robbers. Two of the robbers were killed, and the rest escaped."

After hearing the distant gunfire subside, Dylan breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes: "I had heard that things were chaotic in Arkham, but I didn't expect it to be this chaotic."

At this moment, a staff member standing nearby looked at a frightened stranger, and while smoking, he grinned, revealing his large yellow teeth.

"This is nothing! This post office is still within town, and this is only the third time it's been robbed today!"

The middle-aged man, whose face was weathered and wrinkled, pointed to the west.

"The Arkham Third Post Office over there was robbed six times in one day last week!"

The middle-aged staff member spoke casually, as if they weren't talking about a violent robbery, but rather how many meals they eat each day!

Upon hearing this, Milton and Stanley's eyes twitched involuntarily twice, and finally they pursed their lips and looked at their teacher.

Dylan was also a little scared, and turned to Eltin tentatively, asking, "Hurst, it's a bit dangerous here. Would you like to go back first?"

Erdin smiled slightly and said in a dignified and gentle voice, "Teacher Dylan, it's alright. I'm not as timid and weak as the other young ladies."

"I won't interfere with your decision, but I am indeed looking forward to this outdoor sketching trip."

Seeing that even the most delicate noble lady had said so, Dylan felt embarrassed to back down.

Just then, Ivan walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

David said, "A gang of robbers just robbed that post office over there."

Ivan grinned and said, "Robbing a post office or bank is commonplace these days, nothing to be afraid of!"

The middle-aged man listened to Ivan's words, sized him up, and retorted, "Hey! Kid, your ancestors were from Arkham, weren't they!?"

Ivan blinked. "Not an older man? How did you know?"

The middle-aged man smiled mysteriously: "Just a feeling."

As he spoke, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, and turned to walk into the station.

The burly Milton was now just like any other child, terrified. He lowered his voice and asked Evan.

"Are there really no normal people left in Arkham now!?"

Ivan turned and asked, "Isn't the older man perfectly normal?!"

Milton's lips twitched, and he muttered under his breath, "Is our definition of 'normal'... a little off?"

As one person was speaking, a carriage stopped at the side of the bumpy road in the distance, and a young man wearing a newsboy cap and a brown jacket stepped out.

"Hey! Gentlemen! Where are you going?"

As he spoke, the young man approached with obvious familiarity: "Our Bonnie Transport Company knows the whole town of Arkham inside and out!"

"Do you want to start a company here to make money? Or do you want to immigrate and settle down? Or do you want to pursue further studies at Miskatonic University?"

"We can deliver you precisely to your destination and even help you find accommodation!"

Seeing the young man's practiced and professional words, Dylan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Milton and Stanley behind him exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves.

"That was too one-sided. The business people here are quite normal!"

Dylan stepped forward with a smile and said, "We're planning to go to the western suburbs. Could you help us find a clean and safe place to stay?"

The young man smiled and said, "Of course! Come on! This way, please!"

Upon hearing this, Dylan turned around and waved to the people behind him.

Just as he turned around...

The young man instantly pulled out a gun and grabbed Dylan by the neck with his other hand.

"Move all the luggage onto the carriage immediately!"

"Or I'll kill him right now!"

At this moment, the young man, holding Dylan hostage, shouted at Milton and the others who were just about to get their luggage.

Faced with this sudden turn of events and the dark muzzle of a gun, the two students were terrified and turned pale, not knowing what to do.

Dylan, whose neck was being strangled, turned pale and said in a hoarse voice, "Sir, be gentle! Sir, be gentle!"

"I'm having trouble breathing!"

The young man said menacingly, "Who the hell cares if you can breathe! Now..."

Before the young man could finish speaking, Dylan suddenly felt the arm around his neck loosen.

Dylan then quickly ran two steps forward, and after confirming it was safe, turned around to look.

Then he immediately saw that Ivan had suddenly appeared behind him at some point.

At that moment, Ivan's long, steady arm gripped the young man's neck, and the gun was already in his hand.

"My God! What just happened!?"

Dylan and the others were immediately shocked. He remembered that Ivan was just in front of him on the left and slightly in front of him. How did he suddenly appear behind him?

"Since you enjoy strangling people so much, why don't you try it yourself?"

Ivan gripped the young man's neck as if he were a dead chicken, his face still bearing that sunny and cheerful smile.

The young man struggled incessantly, his fingers constantly gripping Ivan's wrist.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do any damage to Evan.

At this moment, Ivan still had the leisure to turn to the still-shaken Dylan and say, "You see, sir, I told you the people of Arkham were quite hospitable!"

As Evan spoke, he flung the cylinder of the revolver out with his other hand.

With incredibly nimble fingers, he unloaded one of the six bullets.

Then, with incredible dexterity, the pink tongue licked the cylinder, and as the cylinder spun rapidly, it flung it back.

Everyone: "??"

Ivan smiled and asked the young man, "Friend, you've probably played the Death Wheel before, haven't you?"

"I have five bullets here. If you survive this shot, I'll let you go."

The young man's originally ruddy face turned deathly pale upon hearing these words, and he mumbled something incoherently.

"That's not how it works... Shouldn't we save... one shot!?"

Ivan laughed and said to Dylan, "Sir, did you hear that? He insists on performing a death wheel show for us as a welcome-back act!"

"They also want to give us their guns and carriages!"

The people in the distance listened to Ivan's translation, exchanged glances, and saw the shock and bewilderment in each other's eyes.

Just then, a calm voice rang out.

"Alright, Arkham, let's hand these thugs over to the police."

Upon hearing the voice, Ivan looked up.

A tall, thin young man appeared by the roadside at some unknown time.

The young man looked to be around 35 years old, with blond hair neatly parted in a 3/7 style, and a slightly long face with glasses.

She wore a dark plaid scarf around her neck and a brown wool coat.

He exudes a melancholic and reserved aura.

"You are...?"

The young man stepped forward with a smile and said, "My name is Randolph Carter. Dr. Armitage should have introduced me to you already, right?"

"I'm here on behalf of the University of Michigan to pick you up."

Upon hearing this, Ivan then threw the bandit to the ground.

As Carter spoke, the police officers who had remained invisible throughout the chaos suddenly appeared.

Then, with a vicious grin, they pinned the group of young bandits to the ground and beat and kicked them repeatedly.

The robbers were beaten until they screamed in pain, their faces covered in blood.

Finally, after knocking several people unconscious, they were dragged onto a police carriage.

Then the sheriff who was leading the group wiped the blood off his face and smiled at Carter.

"If there's nothing else, we'll be going now, Mr. Carter."

Cardi nodded and pointed to Dylan and the others: "Give these gentlemen extra protection these next few days."

The sheriff looked up at Dylan and the others, then immediately nodded and said, "No problem, I'll go and inform the brothers in the underworld right now."

The group then drove away quickly in a carriage, leaving only a large pool of blood on the ground.

The bloodstains seeped into the cracks in the uneven stones, but the passersby didn't even bother to lift their eyelids, as if the pool of blood was no different from the fallen leaves and garbage piled up in the corner.

Dylan looked at everything that had just happened, and felt the stinging pain in his neck from the friction...

I felt a little dizzy for a moment.

He had only been in Arkham for less than 20 minutes, and hadn't even left the train station area, yet he had experienced more unbelievable things than he had in the previous six months!

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