Looking at Klein, Leonard nodded with a smile in his green eyes.
"What do you need from them?"
He had worked with Old Neil and the others many times, so he naturally knew that divination needed a medium, especially when the "protagonist" wasn't around.
Klein thought for a moment before looking at Butler Klee.
"I need clothes that Elliot has worn recently that haven't been washed. It would be even better if there are accessories that he used to wear."
He tried to choose the normal medium, and not the kind of thing that would arouse the imagination of ordinary people.
But even so, Klee still had a puzzled expression on his face.
"Why?"
After asking, he added,
"I have Young Master Elliott's photo with me."
Why? Because we need to find his whereabouts through divination … Klein was momentarily at a loss for an answer.
If he told them the truth, ignoring the fact that it might violate the confidentiality clause, Keli would most likely turn around and leave. He would tear up the contract and curse inwardly, "These cheats! If this works, I might as well find the most famous shaman in Awwa County! "
Beside him, Leonard Mitchell chuckled and said,
"Mr. Klee, my companion, erm, colleague, has a strange pet. Its sense of smell is even more sensitive than a hunting dog's, so we need the clothes that little Elliot has worn and the items that he once carried with him to help us find him. As you know, clues usually only lead to a general area."
"As for that photo, we also need it. He and I need to know what Elliot looks like."
Klee accepted the explanation and nodded slowly.
"Are you going to wait here, or are you coming with me to Mr Vickroy's residence in the city?"
"Let's go together to save time," Klein answered concisely.
He wanted to test his Beyonder abilities, but he also had the simple desire to save others.
"Alright, the carriage is downstairs," the old butler, Klee, said as he took out a black and white photograph from his pocket and handed it to Leonard.
This was a solo photo of Elliot Vickroy. He was about ten years old, and his hair was slightly long, almost covering his eyes. There were obvious freckles on his face, and he didn't look too special.
Leonard glanced at it and passed it to Klein.
Klein took a closer look and pocketed the photo. He picked up his cane, put on his hat, and followed the two people in front of him out of the Blackthorn Security Company. They entered the carriage parked downstairs.
The interior of the carriage was quite spacious, with thick carpets and small tables for placing items.
Due to the old butler Klee's presence, Klein and Leonard did not say anything. They quietly sensed the carriage moving forward steadily on the puddled road amidst the gradually lightening raindrops.
"Not a bad coachman." After an unknown period of time, Leonard broke the silence and praised with a smile.
"En." Klein replied perfunctorily.
The old butler, Klee, squeezed out a smile.
"Your praise is his honor. We're almost there …"
Fearing that the kidnappers would notice them, the carriage did not approach Vickroy's residence. Instead, it stopped at a nearby street.
The old butler, Klee, returned alone with an umbrella. While waiting, Leonard said to Klein, "I didn't have any ulterior motives when I speculated the reason.
"I didn't have any ulterior motives when I speculated the reason last time. I just wanted to tell you that the notebook will definitely appear again, perhaps very soon."
"That's really not a pleasant deduction." Klein used his chin to point at the coachman outside, indicating that they should not discuss sensitive topics with others around.
Leonard whistled and turned to look out the window. He saw droplets of rain sliding down the glass, leaving behind blurry marks. It made the World outside a complete blur.
After a while, Klee returned with a bag of items. As he had left in a hurry, his pants were covered in mud. There were many wet marks on the front of his body.
"These are the clothes young Master Elliot wore yesterday. This is the Storm Amulet he wore previously."
Klein received it and took a look. He realized that it was a miniature gentleman's suit. There was a shirt, a vest, a bow tie, and so on.
As for the Storm Amulet, it had a bronze base and was engraved with symbols that symbolized strong winds and waves. However, it did not trigger Klein's inspiration.
"I'll now tell you the details of young Master Elliot's kidnapping so that you can lock onto your target …" The old butler, Klee, sat down and repeated the nightmare he had experienced in the morning. He hoped that the helper he had gone to great lengths to find would be of some use.
Klein and Leonard were not interested in the details. They were only concerned about the number of kidnappers, whether there was anything unusual about them, and whether they were armed.
"Three", "normal", "armed" … After obtaining the information they wanted, they bade farewell to Klee and hired a two-wheeled carriage nearby.
Unlike public horse carriages, these kinds of carriages had four wheels and two wheels. They could be charged based on the distance traveled or the time traveled. The former was four pence for one kilometer in the city and eight pence for one kilometer in the suburbs. The latter was two soli per hour. If it was less than an hour, it would be charged as one hour. If it was more than an hour, it would be charged as six pence for every fifteen minutes. If it was less than fifteen minutes, it would be charged as fifteen minutes. If there was bad weather or an emergency that needed to be sped up, the price would increase.
Klein had heard from Instructor Aztec that in the capital, Baekeland, the carriage drivers were famous for asking for ridiculous prices.
To him, this was a rather extravagant luxury. However, he did not need to worry about this at the moment because Leonard had thrown two one-soli notes to the carriage driver.
"Charge according to the time," Leonard instructed before closing the carriage door.
"Where are you going?" the carriage driver asked, feeling both delighted and at a loss as he held the two notes.
"Wait a moment." Leonard cast his gaze at Klein.
Klein nodded slightly. He took out Elliot's clothes and spread them on the carriage's floor. Then, he wrapped the Storm Amulet around the tip of his cane.
He held the silver-inlaid black cane and propped it straight on Elliot's clothes.
A ball of light condensed in his mind as Klein's mood quickly calmed down. The brown color of his eyes darkened as he entered a half-Cogitation state.
He felt that the "spirit" in his body was showing signs of becoming light and floating. He could vaguely see the omnipresent "World of Spirits" as he silently chanted "Elliot's location."
After repeating it seven times, his hand left the black cane. Surprisingly, the cane did not fall to the ground. It remained standing straight, even though the carriage was shaking slightly!
Subtle but invisible movements came from all directions. Klein felt as though he could sense pairs of indifferent eyes staring at him.
During this period of time, he would occasionally experience similar feelings in his Spirit Vision state during Cogitation.
With this slightly creepy feeling, he stared at the cane with his dark eyes and chanted again in his heart.
"Elliot's location."
Just as he finished chanting, the silver-inlaid, wooden, and black cane fell to the ground in front of him.
"Go straight," Klein said in a deep voice as he held the cane.
His voice sounded ethereal, as though it could penetrate the unknown World of Spirits.
This was one of the divination powers he possessed. It was called "Dowsing Rod Seeking." The item had to be made of wood, metal, or a mixture of both.
Typically, this required two real dowsing rods. The shape was similar to an unbent iron wire bent at a right angle. One could then hold the shorter end of the rod and rotate it to determine the direction. However, as a Seer, Klein realized that he could directly use this method to find people through practice. He could also use a cane in place of a dowsing rod. The direction in which it fell was the direction of the item he was looking for.
As for the Antigonus family's notebook, Klein had no impression of it since he couldn't remember what it looked like.
"Go straight," Leonard instructed the carriage driver loudly. "I'll tell you when it's time to turn."
The carriage driver didn't understand why he was doing this, but the cash in his pocket and the fact that Klein didn't hesitate to hand over the money made him choose to accept it without saying a word.
The carriage slowly moved forward, passing through one street after another.
Along the way, Klein used "Dowsing Rod Seeking" several times to correct his direction.
After the carriage circled a building, he finally confirmed that Elliot was inside. It had only been thirty minutes since he bade farewell to Klee.
After dismissing the carriage driver, Klein didn't use Elliot's clothes. Instead, he struck the cane that had a Storm Amulet swirling around it into the ground.
His eyes darkened once again as the few raindrops around him suddenly swirled in place.
The cane fell diagonally in front of him as Klein pointed at a staircase.
"There."
"Sometimes, I'm envious of Old Neil. Similarly, I'm envious of you now." Leonard sighed with a smile when he saw this scene.
Klein glanced at him and replied calmly, "This isn't considered difficult.
As long as you are willing, you will definitely be able to learn it … Your spiritual perception should be very high, right? "
Leonard nodded and chuckled.
"That's not a good thing."
He hastened his footsteps and walked into the staircase amidst the lingering rain.
Afraid that he would ruin his suit, Klein nearly jogged to keep up.
The building only had three floors, similar to an apartment building on Earth. There were only two rooms at each entrance. Klein used "Dowsing Rod Seeking" on the first and second floors, but the cane remained stationary as it pointed upwards.
The duo lightened their footsteps and arrived at the third floor. Klein placed the silver-inlaid black cane on the ground again.
Whoosh!
A gentle breeze blew past the staircase as his eyes changed color. They were so dark that they seemed to suck at one's soul.
Woo Woo Woo!
There seemed to be invisible sobbing sounds around him.
Klein released his palm as the cane that had a Storm Amulet swirling around it magically stood upright.
Silently reciting "Elliot's location," he watched as his black cane fell to the ground and silently pointed at the room on the right.
"It should be inside." As Klein picked up the cane, he tapped his glabella twice.
As the various colors deepened, he looked at the door on the right and saw the various "auras" inside.
"One, two, three, four … Three kidnappers and a hostage. The numbers match … One of them has a short aura, so it should be Elliot … Mr. Klee mentioned that they have two hunting rifles and a revolver …" Klein whispered.
Leonard chuckled.
"Let me recite a poem for them."
"Why do you want to be a kidnapper? Can't you be a civilized person?"
He put down the bag containing Elliot's clothes and took two steps forward. His expression instantly turned serene and sorrowful.
His magnetic and deep voice slowly spread out.
"Ah, the threat of fear, the crimson hope!
At least one thing is true: This life flees.
One thing is true, and the rest are lies.
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