"Glen? Is that you?" Dogli inquired from a distance, refraining from approaching the peculiar object.

"Yes, it's me. Apologies if I startled you. I've crafted a magical artifact that enables communication with others within a specific range. Isn't it quite convenient? Oh, by the way, I don't believe I've informed you that I've become a magic apprentice. If you have any queries, we can discuss them in person. This device doesn't seem particularly stable, so I must make some further adjustments."

With that, the object vanished without a trace.

Dogli was momentarily at a loss as to how to respond.

On the other side, Glen set aside the smoking telephone - like receiver and retrieved a design blueprint from the floor. Squinting in deep thought, he murmured softly,"How can I prevent the magic runes within from overheating..."

Remaining motionless for a while, as if struck by a brilliant idea, Glen's eyes lit up, and he resumed writing vigorously on the blueprint.

This telephone - like apparatus incorporated numerous elements documented within the container provided by the white wolf. Its core technology was a unique design known as Anchor - point Positioning.

This technique could pinpoint a target's location through a magic - based space independent of physical matter by envisioning the target's details in the mind, facilitating the transmission of auditory or visual information.

At present, Glen could only manage to transmit sounds, and the range was restricted. The exact parameters remained to be determined through experimentation.

...

In a secluded and opulent mansion belonging to the Punk family in West Bart City, a blond - haired figure was furiously battering the door with a chair.

However, her efforts were in vain against the sturdy door. Despite being exhausted and sore all over, she persisted.

"You scoundrels of the Punk family! Bastards! You'll surely pay the price! Argh!"

Pernas continued to curse in a hoarse voice.

Originally, her mother had intended to relocate with her to Dude Town a few days prior, and all the arrangements had been made.

Upon learning of this, Hormit panicked and ordered his guardian, a dark mage, to secretly abduct the blond - haired lady.

This was an extremely imprudent act, especially considering Count Punk was engaged in litigation with the elven delegation in the royal capital.

Yet, precisely due to the absence of the person in charge, this man, well into his forties, dared to act so impulsively and childishly.

After the abduction, Hormit soon regretted his actions. The mere thought of the potential consequences sent shivers down his spine.

Prior to the act, his guardian, the dark mage, had issued a warning, but Hormit was too irrational to heed it.

Now that the deed was done, remorse was futile. The only option was to conceal the matter, and the simplest solution was to eliminate Pernas.

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However, Hormit couldn't bring himself to do so. He found himself unable to part with her, especially when confronted with Pernas' exquisitely noble visage. His desire to possess her was overwhelming.

Yet, Pernas loathed Hormit to the core. Whenever he dared to approach, she would drive him away in a frenzy.

In the end, he had no choice but to confine her within this private residence.

The relentless pounding on the door finally ceased. Pernas slumped to the floor, her body trembling slightly from the exertion.

Her face was drenched in sweat, enhancing the natural radiance of her fair skin. Strands of hair clung to her face, rendering her an object of pity.

Alone in the room, there was no one to witness her in this state.

...

In Bayek, after several adjustments, Glen finally completed a creation that met his satisfaction - the Magical - Guide Telephone.

The name might not be entirely accurate, but that was of little consequence. What mattered was that Glen no longer needed to fret over communication.

"From now on, I can simply direct my employees from the comfort of my home. Just the thought of it is delightful," Glen mused to himself, stretching as he emerged from the basement, intent on taking a stroll.

He first made a round of the farm, overseeing the employees' work and engaging in a brief spar with the elven lady before departing.

Mounting the deer - drawn carriage, Glen made his way to Dude Town, intending to apprise Chief Dogli of the situation and also spend some time at his shop.

However, upon entering the town, before reaching the police station, Glen spotted Lila walking with a preoccupied air in the distance.

Glen promptly steered the carriage forward and greeted,"Lila, it's been a while."

Lila, seemingly lost in thought, instinctively responded loudly upon hearing her name called.

Recognizing Glen, the young girl exclaimed with joy,"Mr. Glen! You're back!"

"I returned just a few days ago. How have you been lately? The demon incident must have had a significant impact on your school, right? Has it resumed normal operations?" Glen inquired with concern.

Lila shook her head with a smile."The school wasn't severely affected. The principal and teachers remained, so it reopened shortly after order was restored. However, those classmates who left town to flee and couldn't return in time for school are in a bind. We're unsure how to make up for the missed lessons."

Glen nodded, about to speak, when Lila, as if struck by a thought, eagerly interjected,

"Right! Mr. Glen, your stories have spread far and wide! A few days ago, numerous individuals, evidently wealthy or of high standing, approached me, inquiring about the author of those fairy tales. I informed them that you were the writer. What a pity you weren't present at the time. Otherwise, you would surely have encountered unique opportunities!"

Opportunities? First, they can pay me my royalties... Glen forced a dry laugh and changed the subject."We can discuss this later. Just now, you seemed troubled. Would you mind sharing your concerns with me?"

Lila was momentarily taken aback, then, recalling her worry, she replied without hesitation,

"Mr. Glen, I'm worried about Pernas. She wrote to me a few days ago, saying she'd be back soon. Now, Burke and the others have been back for several days, but there's been no news from her. We've sent several letters, yet received no response. I can't shake the feeling that something has befallen her."

So, it's that noble young lady... Glen surveyed the bustling crowd around him and lowered his voice to say to Lila,"I have a way to contact her."

Lila's eyes widened in disbelief."Truly?!"

"It should work," Glen replied with a hint of confidence.

The telephone he designed had its limitations. Barring extreme distances, the presence of magic barriers, or various interferences, it should generally be able to establish a connection.

"However, there are too many people here. Get in the carriage. Let's go to my shop, and I'll demonstrate it to you."

Glen's mysterious demeanor piqued Lila's curiosity, and she promptly climbed into the deer - drawn carriage, and they hastened away.

Upon arriving at the shop, Glen first greeted each of the employees attending to customers with a nod, then led Lila to the second floor.

Entering the room previously occupied by Danni and her son, Glen retrieved the refined Magical - Guide Telephone and presented it to Lila.

"Use this. All you need to do is..." Glen then explained the usage of this magical device.

Designed for the convenience of ordinary individuals, it didn't require the use of magical power for operation.