Lord of the Mysteries

While looking at Klein, Leonard smiled and nodded.

“Then, do you need anything from them?”

He had cooperated with Old Neil and company numerous times, so he naturally knew that divination required a medium, especially when the person being divined was not present.

Klein thought for a moment before saying to Klee, “I need some of Elliott’s recent clothes which have not been washed or starched. It would be better if you have any accessories he used to wear on him.”

He tried to choose ordinary mediums, not something that would normally invite questions.

But even so, Klee wore a look of puzzlement.

“Why?”

After his question, he added, “I have a picture of Young Master Elliott on me.”

Why? Because we are divining his location… Klein was momentarily at a loss for an answer.

If he answered truthfully, ignoring the fact that it violated the confidentiality clause, Klee would likely storm out immediately and rip apart the contract while cursing, “This bunch of cheats! If that works, why don’t I find the most famous Spirit Medium in Awwa County!”

By the side, Leonard Mitchell chuckled and said, “Mr. Klee, my partner, um—colleague rears a unique pet. Its sense of smell is sharper than a hound’s. That’s why we need clothes that little Elliott wore and items he used to wear on him to aid us in finding him. As you know, clues typically bring you to a general region.”

“As for the picture, we would need it too. Both of us need to know what little Elliott looks like.”

Klee accepted the reason by nodding slowly.

“Will you be waiting here, or will you be going with me to Mr. Vickroy’s residence in the city?”

“Let’s go together. It saves time,” replied Klein simply.

Not only was he eager to try out his abilities as a Beyonder, but he also wanted to save the child.

“Alright, the carriage is downstairs.” As Klee spoke, he took out a black-and-white photograph and handed it to Leonard.

It was a picture of Elliott Vickroy alone. He was about ten years old with rather long hair that nearly covered his eyes. There were obvious freckles on his face and he did not seem to stand out.

Leonard glanced at it and handed it to Klein.

Klein took a careful look and placed the photograph into his pocket. Then, he took his cane and put on his hat. He followed the two out of Blackthorn Security Company and boarded the carriage downstairs.

The carriage’s interior was rather spacious. It was lined with thick carpet and a tiny table to rest items on.

As Klee was around, Klein and Leonard did not say a word. They quietly took in the experience of traversing the pooling roads in a carriage.

“The carriage driver is quite good.” Leonard broke the silence after some time with praise and a smile.

“Yeah.” Klein answered perfunctorily.

“Your compliments are his

carriage did not stop at the Vickroy’s residence. Instead, it stopped at the side of

an umbrella and returned along. After waiting for some time, Leonard talked

the last time was not without a goal. I was just trying to tell

to gesture towards the carriage driver outside, indicating that he did not wish to discuss

turned his head to look out the window. He saw raindrops streak across the glass, leaving behind blurry marks. It

a hurry, the edge of his trousers were soiled

Elliott wore yesterday. This is the Storm Amulet

and glanced at it. He discovered it to be a miniature gentleman’s formal suit—a

made of bronze. It was carved with symbols representing gales

up to Young Master Elliott’s kidnapping. Hopefully, it will let you find him easier…” Klee sat down and described the nightmare that happened in the morning, hoping that the helpers he went through great trouble to hire would be

held no interest in the specifics. All they cared about was the number of

“normal,” “armed with firearms…” After obtaining the desired information, they bade Klee farewell and hired a two-wheeled light

was at four pence a kilometer in the city and eight pence a kilometer outside. The former cost two soli per hour or

that in the capital, Backlund, these carriage drivers were famous

to worry about this at the moment since Leonard had tossed two

by the time.” After Leonard gave his instructions, he

delighted and puzzled as he held the two

a moment.” Leonard cast

out Elliott’s clothes. He spread it out on the carriage’s floor and then wound

black cane and hung it straight over Elliott’s

still. His brown eyes quickly turned deeper in color as he

“spirit” turning light. He vaguely saw

cane did not fall to the ground. It remained standing in front of him even though

Klein and he felt as

had felt this sensation occasionally when he was in the state of Cogitation

deep black

“Elliott’s location.”

finished saying that, the

and said in

as though it could penetrate the unknown

abilities he had grasped. It was called “Dowsing Rod Seeking.” The tool of choice had to

He would hold on to the shorter side and turn it to ascertain the correct direction. But as a Seer, Klein realized that through practice, he could search for people directly using this method. He could also use his cane as a replacement for dowsing rods. The direction in which the cane fell was the direction of the

could not remember it at all. Without the slightest impression, there

“We will tell you when there’s a need to

the notes in his pocket and the willingness of his passengers to hand over the money kept him quiet. He

slowly, passing through

Dowsing Rod

was inside. It had only been thirty minutes since they bade Klee

cane, Klein did not continue using Elliott’s clothes. Instead, he placed the cane, entwined with the

eyes turned dark once again as the raindrops around

a slant.