"I won't go into detail about how that fool rushed straight into battle without saying a word about you two after returning, but you're saying you didn't break out—you actually... killed everyone in the dark wizards' headquarters and destroyed their plans and base... Good heavens, how on earth did you manage that?"
Pei Heng was silent for about ten seconds before repeating what Glenn had just said word by word in an incredulous tone. Though somewhat hard to believe, since all three—the two youngsters and Feng Lian—had returned safely, and Glenn and Hermione didn't seem like people who would lie about such things, Pei Heng quickly accepted this explanation.
But believing was one thing, curiosity was genuinely another. Feng Lian was one matter—even without spiritual power, he could carve a bloody path through the dark wizards' headquarters with his battle-hardened body, though the end result would likely be dying in battle himself.
But Glenn and Hermione, these two children with their slender arms and legs—even though he could tell they'd practiced body strengthening techniques from his side, their achievements were clearly only at a moderate level. How had they accomplished such an incredible feat?
Glenn felt explaining would be troublesome, so he directly took out several firearms from his black ring and showed them to Pei Heng.
"With these things."
"Well, that settles it then."
Pei Heng's surprised expression calmed considerably. He apparently understood the power of firearms when facing situations where magic couldn't be used.
However, he still questioned:
"But why do you have these things? Are such items easy to obtain where you're from?"
"No, firearms are equally difficult to obtain in Britain, but this is my personal hobby. I manufactured all these firearms myself."
Glenn shook his head and returned the displayed firearms to his black ring. Though Britain didn't ban guns, obtaining firearms required getting a gun license and going through a series of troublesome procedures—at least they seemed troublesome in Glenn's eyes.
"Alright, I understand roughly. But Glenn, Hermione, you must remember—once we leave the secret realm and return outside, it's best not to take out guns. Our country has been somewhat sensitive about firearms in recent years, and the higher-ups seem to be planning to issue a gun ban. If you're seen wandering around outside with such things, you might get reported by enthusiastic citizens, and that would be troublesome."
Pei Heng kindly reminded them about various matters regarding firearms in Dragon Kingdom. Glenn wasn't particularly surprised by what he said.
Dragon Kingdom was indeed a country with very strict firearm control. It was so in his previous life, and presumably so in this life as well.
However, to a large extent, Glenn's proficient mastery of weapon manufacturing, with all his weapons being personally crafted, was thanks to this very fact.
"Let's not talk about that for now. Tell us if there's anything we can help with. Glenn and I aren't tired yet, and our magic power is still abundant. We can definitely help everyone!"
Hermione waved her hand. What she wanted to hear now wasn't these temporarily useless things—she wanted to help.
Pei Heng frowned then relaxed. His original intention was not to let these two youngsters go out and risk danger again. Though they were sent from Britain to help them, they were still guests, and young ones at that. His side wasn't short of people either, the situation was fairly clear, and they had a great advantage—no additional help was needed.
However, seeing this little girl Hermione with her current "absolutely cannot stay in the temporary camp for even a moment" appearance, if he arranged for them to rest, they'd probably sneak out to support everyone anyway...
In that case...
He'd let divination decide~
Eyes slightly closed, spiritual power around his body began fluctuating. He raised his hand and shook it, three copper coins falling into his palm. Pei Heng cast his divination, and a mysterious Eight Trigrams diagram appeared before him. The copper coins were tossed upward, passing through the airborne trigrams and beginning to spin, while the trigram diagram transformed into yin-yang colors, with qian, kun, zhen, xun, kan, li, gen, and dui beginning to rearrange and reorganize. The coins fell, and Pei Heng completed his divination.
"Go eastward. That's where you're needed most."
During the serious divination process, Pei Heng's entire demeanor changed. He no longer seemed lazy or resentful, but became very capable with a trace of ethereal, imperceptible immortal aura.
However, this only lasted a moment. Once he tucked the copper coins into his sleeve, Pei Heng returned to his original temperament.
"Well then, I'll look forward to your results. If I can exert less effort later, that would be perfect."
"Of course, if you feel you can't handle certain situations, remember to silently recite my name in your hearts. I'll use the Star-Shifting technique to move you back to the temporary camp."
Saying this, he raised his hand again, causing a stack of talismans to fly from his sleeve, spreading out in the air and arranging themselves in position before rushing toward different directions through the protective formation.
It seemed Pei Heng's duty of staying in camp wasn't just maintaining the protective formation—he also served to oversee the overall situation and coordinate and protect the combat members.
No wonder the spiritual power in his body was depleting so quickly.
So Glenn took out over ten more magic potions, bent down to place them beside Pei Heng, and looked up saying:
"These magic potions can greatly slow the rate at which you overdraw your internal spiritual power."
With that, Glenn took out his wand and waved it. He and Hermione disappeared from the spot, leaving only Pei Heng with an expression like he'd seen a ghost.
"One, two, three, four... sixteen bottles of such potions??"
Pei Heng was completely dumbfounded. He'd already received one bottle of such potion from Glenn earlier, with excellent effects that immediately replenished about seventy to eighty percent of his depleted spiritual power. At that time, he'd already held Glenn in high regard.
Such quality medicine was definitely extremely precious, yet Glenn could bear to give it to someone he'd only known for seven days. This was either foolishness or trust.
But what was the deal with these sixteen bottles of magic potion now?!
This was way too loaded with cash, wasn't it?
Pei Heng somewhat doubted life itself. Their magical arts school's alchemy department did sell pills with spiritual power restoration effects, but he'd only bought the cheaper ones—with effects roughly one-quarter of Glenn's magic potions. Pills with effects like Glenn's magic potions, or even better, were things not sold but only obtainable through merit exchange.
Glenn had just given him sixteen bottles??
The bewildered Pei Heng didn't know that during Glenn's training, he drank such magic potions like sports drinks.
From a certain perspective, Glenn truly was loaded with cash.
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