Lila had been on the verge of inquiring about when Glen had acquired this shop. However, upon receiving that curious object and listening to his subsequent explanation, her attention was completely diverted.

  "Is... Is this the magical artifact from the tales of the bards?" she stammered.

  "Indeed, it is, and I fashioned it with my own hands," Glen replied, exuding a palpable sense of pride and a profound sense of accomplishment.

  "Is Mr. Glen a wizard?" Lila asked, a look of perplexity on her face.

  Glen had anticipated this question.

  Ever since she had come into contact with the place named Bayek, she had presumably entertained a plethora of wild speculations regarding Glen's identity. Among these young individuals, the mysterious wizard was surely one of the foremost conjectures.

  Compared to a werewolf, a wizard was more palatable to the general perception. Thus, Glen nodded in affirmation and stated,

  "I am still a novice wizard at present. I can merely conjure some minor spells and fabricate simple artifacts."

  Lila wore an expression that seemed to say,"As I expected."

  "Very well, give it a try without delay. See if you can establish contact with that noble young lady," Glen urged.

  Lila promptly followed Glen's instructions, grasping the handle of the telephone - like receiver with one hand and bringing it close to her ear.

  The handle of the receiver was equipped with a sensor - like mechanism that could forge a connection with the person holding it.

  In accordance with Glen's words, Lila commenced recalling Pernas' countenance, voice, and speaking idiosyncrasies in her mind.

  The more distinct the information, the swifter the target could be located.

  Through his calculations, Glen surmised that the communication range of his Magical - Guide Telephone ought to encompass the entirety of the West Bart District. Provided that the blond - haired young lady had not left this district and there were no other magical interferences, even if she were to have met an untimely end, the communication would still connect successfully.

  Yet, after merely a few seconds, it seemed to the two of them as if they had endured an eternity.

  Subsequently, the Magical - Guide Telephone emitted a soft chime, the indication that the connection had been successfully established.

  Glen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

  In the secluded mansion in West Bart, within the room where not a single ray of light penetrated, the sole illumination stemmed from a faint glimmer seeping through the crevice of the curtain.

  Pernas, her hair in disarray, had been seated in the corner for an indeterminate length of time. She remained oblivious even when a strange object materialized beside her.

  It was not until a familiar voice resonated within the deathly - quiet room:"Pernas?"

  The fingers of the blond - haired maiden twitched. She thought she was hallucinating.

  "There's no sound? Mr. Glen..." Lila's voice, laced with bewilderment, echoed once more.

  "Could she be..." Another somewhat familiar voice interjected.

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  The blond - haired maiden abruptly raised her head, her eyes darting about.

  Upon catching sight of the peculiar object beside her, she was visibly taken aback.

  "Wait, I heard a sound..."

  That was Lila's voice!

  Pernas lunged forward, seizing the strange object in her hands. Tears streamed down her face as she exclaimed,"Lila! Lila! Is that you, Lila?!"

  "Yes, it's me! Pernas, are you well? You sound rather off. What has befallen you?!"

  Lila's voice was replete with anxiety and solicitude.

  "Lila! Come and rescue me post - haste! I'm on the verge of madness! Truly, that man is a fiend! I'm absolutely terrified at this moment! I can't bear to remain here for even an instant longer..."

  The words of the blond - haired maiden were jumbled, leaving Lila, on the other end of the telephone, both flustered and at a loss as to what to do.

  "Pernas, do not be afraid. What precisely has occurred... No, tell me your location first... Perhaps we should call the authorities immediately. Yes! Call the police!"

  Lila's hand, clutching the Magical - Guide Telephone, trembled. She had realized that her friend had been abducted, and this realization had completely thrown her into a state of disarray.

  Glen promptly reached out and restrained the young girl who was on the verge of dashing out of the room. The latter struggled vehemently, crying out,"Mr. Glen! What are you doing? Release me at once!"

  "Calling the police would be of no avail at this juncture. The blond - haired young lady is presumably still in the vicinity of the main urban area. The local constables can merely dispatch a telegraph to their superiors. After undergoing numerous layers of screening, by the time the security department in West Bart receives the information, it may already be too late," Glen stated, his voice uncommonly calm.

  In truth, the primary reason was that Glen surmised that the constables in West Bart had likely already been mobilized. The disappearance of a noble within the main city could not have gone unnoticed.

  However, it was evident that the blond - haired young lady had been out of contact for several days and had yet to be located, which sufficiently attested to the concealment of the place.

  "What can we do then?" Lila was on the verge of tears.

  Glen merely took the receiver, glanced at the remaining magic power, and then placed it to his ear.

  On the other end, the blond - haired young lady was still sobbing.

  "Haughty noble young lady, do you recall me? The commoner who presented you with the wooden carving."

  Upon hearing Glen's calm voice, Pernas wept,"I... I remember you."

  "Very well. I must apprise you of a fact. Neither the constables nor we can locate you in a timely manner. The most prudent course of action at present is for you to extricate yourself. We shall also do our utmost to determine your whereabouts."

  The subsequent words were merely for consolation. Glen knew full well that it was no laughing matter. The distance from here to the main city was substantial. Even if he were to transform into a level - five werewolf and hasten there, it would prove arduous for him.

  As for level - seven, he would not be able to sustain it for long at all.

  "But I have attempted numerous times. I simply cannot break through this door..." After the initial outburst, Pernas had regained a modicum of rationality and was speaking more coherently.

  "Do not fret. First, describe to us the furnishings within your chamber. I shall then instruct you on what to do," Glen said, his voice remaining steady.

  The noble young lady took several deep breaths, then surveyed the interior of the room and conveyed her observations to the individuals on the other end of the telephone.

  The room in which Pernas was imprisoned was sumptuously adorned, boasting a dressing table, an exquisite bed, a wardrobe, and all manner of amenities.

  Both the door and the windows were constructed to be extremely robust and were securely locked.

  Upon hearing this, Lila was deeply concerned. In her estimation, in such an environment, it would be nigh - impossible for a young lady like Pernas to effect an escape.

  However, upon hearing this, Glen merely smiled.

  Were it he in such a situation, without any extraordinary powers, there were numerous techniques by which he could effortlessly depart from such a room. Nevertheless, these were unrealistic for a young lady in a state of panic.

  But he had an even simpler solution.

  "Miss Pernas, I shall address you thus. Kindly describe to me the appearance of the door lock in this room."

  The blond - haired young lady, seated in the dimly - lit room, laboriously rose to her feet and made her way back to the elaborately - decorated door that she had been pounding on moments ago.

  "It is a vertically - oriented rectangular door lock. Apart from being marginally more aesthetically pleasing than an ordinary door lock, there is no discernible difference."

  "Excellent. That suffices. Now, proceed to the dressing table. There should be a fingernail clipper for trimming fingertips atop it, correct?"

  "Yes, it is in the cabinet below. I have retrieved it."

  The fingernail clipper in this era of this world was considerably larger than those in Glen's previous life. The cutting edge at the front was extremely sharp and could be easily detached.

  This was precisely why Glen had requested the blond - haired young lady to retrieve it.