Looking at Klein, Leonard nodded with a smile in his green eyes:

"So what do you need from them?"

He has worked with Old Neil and others many times, so he naturally understands that divination requires a medium, especially when the "protagonist" is not around.

Klein thought for a moment, then looked at the butler Keli and said:

"I need some clothes that Elliot has worn recently and hasn't been washed yet. It would be even better if I could have some jewelry that he once wore."

He tries to choose normal media, not things that would cause ordinary people to have wild thoughts.

But even so, the old butler Keli was puzzled:

"Why?"

After asking, he added:

"I carry a picture of little Master Elliot."

Why? Because we need to use divination to find his whereabouts... Klein didn't know how to answer for a moment.

If he told the truth and didn't mention whether it would violate the confidentiality clause, the old butler Keli would most likely turn around and leave, tear up the contract directly, and curse in his heart: "What a bunch of liars! If this can work, I might as well go find the most famous psychic in Ahowa County!"

Leonard Mitchell beside him chuckled and said:

"Mr. Keli, my companion, um, colleague, has a peculiar pet. Its sense of smell is more sensitive than that of a hound. So we need the clothes that little Elliot wore and the belongings he once carried with him to help us find him. As you know, clues are often only locked within a rough range."

"As for the photo, we need it too. He and I must know what little Elliot looks like."

The old butler Keli accepted this explanation and nodded slowly:

"Will you wait here, or will you come with me to Mr. Vickrol's residence in the city?"

"Let's go together to save time." Klein answered simply.

He wanted to test his own extraordinary abilities, but also had a simple desire to save others.

"Okay, the carriage is downstairs." The old butler Keli said as he took out a black and white photo from his pocket and handed it to Leonard.

This is a solo photo of Elliot Vickrol. He is about ten years old, with slightly long hair that almost covers his eyes. He has obvious freckles on his face and does not look very distinctive.

Leonard took a glance at it and handed it to Klein.

Klein took a closer look and put the photo into his pocket. Then he picked up his cane, put on his hat, and followed the two people in front of him out of the Blackthorn Security Company and into the carriage parked downstairs.

The interior of the carriage was quite spacious, with thick carpets and a small table for placing items.

Because of the presence of the old butler Keli, Klein and Leonard did not speak. They quietly felt the carriage moving steadily forward on the flooded road amid the gradually decreasing raindrops.

"Not a bad coachman." After an unknown amount of time, Leonard broke the silence and praised with a smile.

“Yeah.” Klein replied perfunctorily.

The old butler Keli forced a smile and said:

"It is an honor for him to receive your praise. We are almost there..."

For fear of being discovered by the kidnappers, the carriage did not approach the residence of tobacco merchant Vickrol, but stopped on a nearby street.

The old butler, Klee, returned alone with an umbrella. While waiting, Leonard spoke to Klein:

"I speculated on the reason last time for no other purpose, except to tell you that the notebook will definitely appear again, perhaps soon."

“This is really not a pleasant inference.” Klein pointed his chin at the driver’s position outside, indicating that sensitive topics should not be discussed when others are around.

Leonard whistled and turned to look out the window. He saw drops of rain sliding across the glass, leaving hazy marks and making the outside world completely blurred.

After a while, Keli returned with a bag. Because he walked too fast, his trouser legs were full of mud and there were many wet marks on the front of his body.

"This is the clothing that young Master Elliot wore yesterday, and this is the Storm Amulet that he was wearing before."

Klein took it and took a look, and found that it was a miniature gentleman's suit, with a small shirt, a small vest, a small bow tie, and so on.

The storm amulet had a bronze base and was engraved with symbols of strong winds and waves, but it did not inspire Klein.

"I will now recount the details of how young Master Elliot was kidnapped, so that you can lock on to the target..." The old butler Kerry sat down and repeated his nightmare experience in the morning, hoping that the helper he had finally found could be of some use.

Klein and Leonard had no interest in the details of what happened. They were only concerned about how many kidnappers there were, whether they behaved in an unusual way, and whether they carried weapons.

"Three", "normal", "with a gun"... After getting the information they wanted, they said goodbye to the old butler Kerry and hired a two-wheeled light carriage nearby.

Unlike public carriages, this type of hired carriage has four wheels or two wheels, and can be charged by kilometer or by time. The former is 4 pence per kilometer in the city and 8 pence per kilometer in the suburbs. The latter is 2 soli per hour. If it is less than an hour, it will be charged as one hour. If it exceeds one hour, 6 pence will be added for every 15 minutes. If it is less than 15 minutes, it will be charged as 15 minutes. In case of bad weather or emergency situation where speed needs to be increased, the price will increase.

Klein had heard from Instructor Azik that in the capital, Backlund, the cab drivers were known for charging exorbitant prices.

For him, this was quite a luxurious enjoyment. However, he didn't have to worry about it for the time being because Leonard directly threw two 1-sol notes to the coachman.

"According to the time." Leonard gave the order and closed the car door.

"Where are you going?" the coachman holding the two banknotes asked happily and confusedly.

"Wait a moment." Leonard turned his gaze to Klein.

Klein nodded slightly, took out Elliot's clothes, spread them on the floor of the carriage, and then wrapped the storm amulet around the head of his cane.

He held the black cane with silver inlays and pressed it straight up against Elliot's clothes.

The "ball of light" in his mind condensed, and Klein's mood quickly calmed down. The brown color of his eyes turned deeper, and he entered a semi-meditative state.

He only felt that the "spirit" in his body showed signs of becoming lighter and floating. He vaguely saw the omnipresent "spiritual world" and silently recited "Eliot's position" in his heart.

After seven times, his hand left the black cane, but the cane did not fall down, but remained upright even though the carriage was shaking slightly!

There were subtle and invisible noises coming from all around him, and Klein seemed to feel the gaze of a pair of indifferent eyes.

During this period of time, he occasionally had similar feelings in meditation and in the state of spiritual vision.

With these slight chills, he stared at the cane with his dark eyes and silently recited in his heart once again:

"Elliot's location."

As soon as he finished his silent recitation, the silver-inlaid, wooden, black cane fell down and fell straight in front of him.

“Go straight.” Klein held his cane and spoke in a low voice.

His voice is slightly ethereal, and seems to be able to penetrate into an unknown world.

This is one of the divination abilities he possesses, called "divination rod divination", and the prop must be made of wood, metal, or a mixture of the two.

Normally, this requires the use of two real dowsing rods - the shape is similar to an unbent iron wire bent into a right angle, and then the shorter side is held to rotate to determine the direction. However, as a "fortune teller", Klein found through practice that he could directly use this method of finding objects to find people, or use a cane instead of a dowsing rod, and the direction it falls is the direction of the object to be found.

As for the Antigonus family's notes, Klein had no memory of what they looked like and had no impression of them, so he couldn't find them.

"Go straight," Leonard told the driver loudly, "I'll tell you when it's time to turn."

The coachman had no idea why he did this, but the money in his inner pocket and the other party's image of giving him money without hesitation made him choose to accept it without saying anything.

The carriage moved slowly, passing through one street after another.

Along the way, Klein used the "divination rod" several times to correct the direction.

After the carriage circled a building, he finally confirmed that Elliot was inside. It had been just thirty minutes since he said goodbye to the old butler Kerry.

After sending the coachman away, Klein no longer used Elliot's clothes and directly stuck the cane wrapped with the Storm Amulet on the ground.

His eyes darkened again, and the few raindrops around him suddenly swirled in place.

The cane fell diagonally forward, and Klein pointed at a staircase and said:

"There."

"Sometimes, I envy Old Neil. Similarly, now I envy you too." Leonard sighed with a smile as he watched this scene.

Klein glanced at him and replied calmly:

"This is not difficult. As long as you are willing, you will definitely be able to learn it... Your inspiration should be very high, right?"

Leonard nodded and chuckled:

“This is not a good thing.”

He quickened his pace and walked into the staircase in the rain which was just beginning to fade away.

Klein almost trotted after him, fearing that his formal suit would get wet.

This building has only three floors, similar to an apartment building on Earth. There are only two houses on each staircase at each entrance. Klein used the Divining Rod to find objects on the first and second floors respectively, and the rod remained steady and pointed straight up.

The two of them walked lightly and reached the third floor. Klein placed the black cane inlaid with silver on the ground again.

Woo!

A breeze blew through the stairs, and his eyes changed color, becoming so dark that it seemed to suck away one's soul.

Woo woo woo!

There seemed to be invisible crying sounds coming from all around.

Klein's hand loosened, and the staff wrapped with the Storm Amulet magically stood still.

He silently repeated "Elliot's location" again, and watched his black cane fall to the ground, silently pointing to the room on the right.

“It should be inside.” Klein picked up his cane and tapped his brow twice.

As the various "colors" deepened, he looked towards the door on the right and directly saw the various "auras" inside.

"One, two, three, four... three kidnappers and one hostage, the number matches... one of them has a short aura, he should be Elliot... Mr. Keli said that they have two shotguns and a revolver..." Klein whispered.

Leonard laughed and said:

"Let me sing them a song."

"Why be a kidnapper? Can't you just be a happy civilized person?"

He put down the bag containing Elliot's clothes, took two steps forward, and his expression instantly became calm and sad.

The magnetic and deep voice slowly began:

"Ah, the threat of fear, the crimson hope!

One thing at least is true: this life flies by.

One thing is true, the rest are lies,

After the flower blooms once, it will die forever..."