Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Leila originally wanted to ask Glenn when he opened this store, but after taking the strange thing and listening to his explanation, her attention was completely diverted.

"This... Is this a magic prop from the bard's story?" She stuttered a little.

"This is it, and I made it myself." Glenn was very proud and felt a great sense of accomplishment.

"Is Mr. Glenn a magician?" Leila asked curiously.

Glenn had expected this.

Ever since they came into contact with Bayek, they probably had a lot of wild speculations about Glenn's identity, and the mysterious magician was of course the main target of these young people's speculation.

Compared to werewolves, magicians are easier to accept, so Glenn nodded and admitted:

"I am still a magic apprentice. I can only perform some minor magic and make some small props."

Leila showed a look of astonishment.

"Okay, let's try and see if we can get in touch with that noble lady," Glenn urged.

Leila immediately followed Glenn's instructions, put one hand around the handle of the phone, and put it to her ear.

There is a sensor-like device on the handle of the telephone receiver, which can establish communication with the person holding it.

As Glenn spoke, Leila began to recall Pernas's appearance, voice, speaking habits, etc.

The clearer the information, the faster you can find your target.

After calculations, Glenn concluded that the communication range of his magic telephone should be able to cover the entire Battersea area. As long as the blonde lady did not leave the area and there was no other magical interference, the communication would be successfully connected even if the other party was dead.

Only a few seconds passed, but it felt like they had been waiting for a long time.

The magic phone made a slight sound, which was the prompt tone for a successful connection.

Glenn secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Far away in a hidden house in Battersea.

In the room without a single light, the only illumination was the tiny bit of light shining through the gap in the curtains.

Pernas, with her disheveled hair, had been sitting in the corner for an unknown period of time. Even when a strange thing appeared nearby, she did not notice it.

Until a familiar voice sounded in the extremely quiet room: "Hello? Pernas?"

The blonde girl's fingers moved, and she thought she was hallucinating.

"No sound? Mr. Glenn..." Leila's puzzled voice sounded again.

"She wouldn't..." said another familiar voice.

The blonde girl suddenly raised her head and looked around.

When she saw the strange things around her, she was visibly stunned.

"Wait, I heard some noise..."

This is Leila's voice!

Pernas rushed over and grabbed the strange thing in his hand, tears streaming down his face, "Leila! Leila! Leila, is that you?!"

"It's me! Pernas, are you okay? Your voice doesn't sound right, is something wrong?!"

Leila's voice was filled with anxiety and concern.

"Leila! Come and save me! I'm really going crazy! Really, that guy is a devil! I'm really scared now! I don't want to stay here for a moment..."

The blonde girl's words were so confusing that Leila on the other end of the phone felt flustered and at a loss as to what to do.

"Pernas, don't be afraid. What the hell is going on... No, tell me your location first... Maybe we should call the police first, right! Call the police first!"

Leila's hands were shaking as she held the magic phone. She had already thought that her friend had been kidnapped, which made her completely lose her composure.

Glenn grabbed the little girl who was about to rush out of the room, and the latter struggled to get free, saying, "Mr. Glenn! What are you doing? Let me go!"

"It's no use calling the police now. The blonde lady is probably still near the main city. The police here can only send a telegram to the higher-ups. After multiple rounds of screening, by the time the Battersea police department receives the information, it may be too late."

Glenn's voice was unusually calm.

In fact, the main reason was that Glenn felt that the police officers in Battersea had already been dispatched, and it was impossible for an aristocrat to disappear in the main city without anyone taking care of it.

But it is obvious that the blonde lady has been missing for several days and has not been found yet, which is enough to show how hidden that place is.

"What can we do now?" Leila also looked like she was about to cry.

Glenn simply took the receiver, glanced at how much magic power he had left, and then put it to his ear.

The blonde lady opposite was still crying.

"My proud noble lady, do you still remember me? The commoner who gave you the wooden sculpture."

Hearing Glenn's calm voice, Pernas cried, "I...I remember you."

"Very good. I must tell you a fact now. Neither the police nor we can find you quickly. The best way now is for you to save yourself. We will also try our best to find your location."

Glenn's latter words were just a consolation. What a joke. This place is very far away from the main city. Even if Glenn transformed into a level 5 werewolf, he would not be able to make the journey.

Not to mention level seven, you can't last long at all.

"But I've tried many times, I can't break down the door here..." After the initial outburst, Pernas became much more rational and his speech was no longer so confusing.

"Don't worry, first describe the furnishings in your room to us, and I'll tell you what to do." Glenn's voice was still steady.

The noble lady took a few deep breaths before looking at the furnishings in the room and describing them to the person on the other end of the phone.

The room where Pernas was imprisoned was luxuriously decorated, with a dressing table, an exquisite bed, a wardrobe and everything else.

The house and windows are designed to be very solid and are tightly locked.

Leila was very worried after listening to this. In her opinion, it was impossible for a girl like Pernas to escape in such an environment.

But Glenn smiled after hearing this.

If it were him, without any extraordinary powers, he would have many tricks to easily leave such a room, but that was unrealistic for a panicked girl.

But he had an easier solution.

"Ms. Pernas, I'll call you that. Now describe to me the lock of this room."

The blonde lady sitting in the dim room stood up with difficulty and walked back to the exquisite door that she had just smashed.

"This is a door lock with a vertical rectangle. The style is no different from an ordinary door lock except that it is a little prettier."

"Very good, that's enough. Go to the dressing table now. There should be a nail clipper for trimming your fingertips, right?"

"Yes, it is in the bottom cupboard. I have already found it."

The nail clippers of this era in this world are much larger than the ones Glenn used in his previous life. The gate at the front is very sharp and easy to disassemble.

This is also the reason why we asked Miss Blonde to get it.

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[I had something to do this morning, so I only have time to update now]