Alexandria's Keeper - Lord Of The Mysteries Fanfiction

-17- Kidnapping case

Irina half-shouted, "Huh?!"

Leonard's grin widened. "I'm not taking you on a whim—"

But she quickly interrupted him, "Wait! Klein isn't an official member yet, so he can help you. But I am a full member, and you were the one who signed the contract, not me!"

Leonard shrugged off her objections. "Don't worry. This isn't the first time you've done something like this. Besides, your 'knowledge' could come in handy."

Later, their carriage didn't stop directly at Vickroy's residence for fear of alerting the kidnappers. Instead, they halted on a nearby street. None of the Nighthawks spoke in Klee's presence as they waited for him to retrieve the items.

Once Klee had distanced himself, Leonard spoke quietly to Klein and Irina. "My guess from before wasn't aimless. I was hinting that the notebook will definitely resurface. It might be sooner than we think. Irina's 'skill' will help us then."

She frowned. "You're making my ability sound more useful than it really is."

It's perfect for my plans, sure. But... I'm not sure I like how Leo is poking around in my secrets. He definitely suspects something—whether it's me or Klein.

Klein gestured with his chin toward the carriage driver outside, signaling that he didn't want to discuss sensitive matters with outsiders around. "That's not exactly a pleasant prediction."

Leonard just whistled and turned to watch the rain streak across the carriage window, leaving blurry trails behind.

After a while, Klee returned with a bag of items. He recounted the details of the kidnapping, but none of them were particularly interested. The kidnappers were ordinary criminals, whereas Leonard was a Midnight Poet, Klein could divine the outcome, and Irina already knew what would happen.

Once they bade Klee farewell, they hired a private carriage. Klein used his silver-inlaid cane to divine Elliott's location. Before long, he spoke in a deep, ethereal voice, "Straight."

Whoa! His voice sounds so cool—so different from Old Neil's!

Leonard instructed the driver, "Go straight. We'll tell you when there's a turn."

The carriage rolled slowly down the streets, passing building after building. Klein continued using Dowsing Rod Seeking to refine their direction. After circling the same block, Klein pointed his cane toward a staircase and said, "There."

The poet smiled with a sigh. "Sometimes, I really envy Old Neil... And now, I envy you too."

Irina chimed in wholeheartedly, "Same."

Klein glanced at the two of them, responding calmly, "It's not that difficult. If you're willing to learn, you'll master it easily enough... Your perception should be quite high, right?"

Irina nodded. "Yeah, but still, it's not my specialty. And my pathway goes in a different direction."

Talking about pathways is safe enough, right? As long as I avoid mentioning higher Sequences...

Leonard nodded, chuckling. "That's not exactly an advantage."

The three of them entered the building, the heavy rain still pouring outside. They reached the third floor, where Klein pointed to a room on the right. "They should be in there."

The seer then tapped his glabella twice with his cane and whispered, "One, two, three, four... Three kidnappers, one hostage. The numbers match. One of the auras is faint—likely Elliott. Klee mentioned they had two hunting rifles and a revolver."