Mr. Death in the Steam World

Chapter 155 Langdon's Abnormality

Langdon Clive was standing next to the side gate of the stronghold, talking to a servant.

His face looked unwell, his brows were furrowed, and his fingers were repeatedly rubbing the hem of his clothes, clearly indicating that he was anxious about something.

Most of the residents he forcibly brought back have fled in the past few days, and the remaining ones all have shifty eyes, clearly plotting how to escape.

Actually, these are all fine; we just need to bring them back.

The key question is, why hasn't his foreign aid arrived yet?

Footsteps sounded, and Langdon looked up, only then noticing the arrival of Moen and the others behind him.

Wait, what's this...?

"Miss Ignis?" His eyes widened. "How—how did you get here?"

"Something unexpected happened." Moen got straight to the point. "Clive, the situation has changed. How many people do you still have?"

""

Langdon's brow furrowed even more.

"What's changed?"

"The Truth Society has infiltrated the Institute; they have attacked the Akashic Records."

Moen spoke very quickly, giving Langdon no chance to interrupt, "The record is out of control now, and all of our bodies and souls are trapped here."

"More importantly, the Truth Society's target is that red light in the northwest of Winter City, you see it?"

""

He raised his hand and pointed to the crimson light on the horizon.

"That's not a celestial phenomenon, it's a demon, a demon that's about to descend."

"Although I don't know what the purpose is, Truth will want to let him out of here."

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So the current situation is—

We must stop him here.

,

Moen finished speaking in one breath and waited for Langdon's reply.

He never dreamed that Langdon would say something like, "Um, what is the truth?"

""

Seeing that Langdon's confusion didn't seem feigned, Moen felt choked up and almost couldn't catch his breath.

So information about the Truth Society isn't common knowledge for magicians?!

Moen looked at Phils, who nodded silently.

In reality, only correspondence students who are away from home for most of the year are truly familiar with the truth.

It's perfectly normal for a pampered full-time student like Langdon, who lives a life of luxury at the college, to have never heard of the Truth Society.

Moen suppressed his anger and gave Langdon a brief introduction to what the Truth Society was all about.

After hearing this, Langdon's expression was quite interesting.

"You mean—" His voice was hoarse, "The Truth Society has invaded the Academy?"

,"right."

"They attacked the Akashic Records?"

"right."

Are we trapped here now?

"right."

Langdon's eyes began to flicker, and Moen frowned.

"Clive?"

Langdon snapped back to reality, his expression quickly returning to normal.

"Haha, ahaha, Marcus, you've made up quite a story."

Moen's brow furrowed even more.

"You think I'm making up a story?"

"What else?" Langdon chuckled, arms crossed, as if he had successfully convinced himself.

"The Truth Society has invaded the academy? Demons have awakened? Why don't you just say all those professors outside are dead?"

"You—!" Phils couldn't help but take a step forward, but was stopped by Moen raising his hand.

Langdon's gaze went over Moen's shoulder, to Phils, and then to the students behind her.

"You brought Miss Ignis here just to intimidate me with her name, didn't you?"

His tone was contemptuous.

"What nonsense about truth invading, records going out of control, and demons awakening—Ha, Marcus, do you think I'm stupid?"

"You just think I'm a threat and want to take this opportunity to transfer me away so you can develop in a safe zone, right?"

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"What right do you have to talk to me? You know perfectly well how you got your points."

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"A lowly handyman who's fallen to the bottom really thinks he's a savior?"

Moen stared at him expressionlessly without saying a word.

Langdon felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, but he didn't stop talking.

"Look at that red light in the sky," he pointed northwest, "isn't that just ordinary magic overflow? Winter City is a place with blizzards all year round, and the magic disorder has been going on for a long time."

"Demons? Ha, if demons were so easy to awaken, this world would have been destroyed eight hundred times over."

""

"My foreign aid"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

"Foreign aid? What foreign aid?"

Moen found the key point.

"No, it's nothing. Anyway, I won't believe anything you say."

""

"If you really want to stop some demon, then go by yourself, don't drag me into it!"

He turned around and fled as if he were escaping.

Phils stood behind Moen, trembling with anger.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Forget it." Moen shook his head. "There's no point in talking to someone like that."

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He squinted.

"Moreover, if I'm not mistaken, this guy probably knows some inside information."

He turned around and looked at the students behind Phils.

What about you? What do you think?

The students looked at each other in bewilderment.

Some hesitated, some lowered their heads, and some looked at Phils.

"I—I think Mr. Marcus is right," a boy in the Elemental Academy uniform said. "That red light is definitely not right. I've seen similar records in class before; it's a sign of demonic power overflowing."

"And," another girl chimed in, her voice trembling slightly, "Clive's reaction just now—was so strange."

"What do you think he's hiding?" Moen asked.

The students exchanged glances, but no one dared to draw a conclusion.

But their attitude is already very clear.

They chose to believe Mohn.

Moen didn't say anything more.

"Come with me," he said. "Let's go inside the stronghold first and see what the cult's higher-ups have to say."

""

He strode toward the stronghold, with Phils beside him and the students following behind.

After taking a few steps, I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

"Mr. Marcus—wait!"

Moen turned his head and saw Allen running towards him through the snowstorm.

He stopped panting in front of Moen, his hands on his knees.

"Something's happened at the camp—"

"What is it?"

"Someone—someone ran away." Allen swallowed hard. "They said they were going to find Langdon, thinking it would be safer with Langdon."

How many people?

""

"About five or six, they all arrived at the camp later and knew the people from Langdon's side."

Moen remained silent for a moment.

"Let them go."

Allen paused for a moment.

"Let them go?"

"Hmm." Moen nodded. "Forced relationships are never happy. They chose this path, so they have to bear the consequences themselves."

"but""

"Allen," Moen interrupted him, "this is not the time to argue. The camp needs you, Chloe needs you. Go back."

Allen opened his mouth, but swallowed the words that were about to come out. He nodded vigorously, turned around and ran back into the snowstorm. Moen watched his figure disappear and continued to move towards the stronghold.