Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.

Chapter 451 Chapter-451

"Hey, Faith... I have a favor to ask," Anon spoke.

"Hmm...? A favor?" Faith asked as she turned towards Anon with a confused expression.

"There are pieces of this pure travertine in the ashes of these burned carriages. Can you help me gather them?" Anon asked.

"Yeah, why not? But if you are thinking that you will make a weapon out of it, then forget it," Faith spoke.

"What? Why?" Anon asked with a confused expression.

"Do you really think that you can melt the strongest metal on this planet with a normal furnace? And let's just imagine that you somehow melted it... how are you going to give it a shape? Because, if you want to make weapons out of this pure travertine, you will need a very special enchanted hammer with forbidden runes upon it, and those runes are known to one and only one person on this planet," Faith spoke as she looked at Anon with a smile.

"Hmm...? Who might that person be?" Anon asked with a smirk.

"The brother of the First Dwarf king... who sat on the throne after his brother died due to the mana contract failure. He was the first and the last king of the dwarfs who had the knowledge to read ancient runes. After the war ended, he was betrayed by his Royal Ministers, and they turned him into a factory worker for the Sunshine Clan. He manufactured weapons like normal dwarfs during the day, but I heard that they would torture him at night just to get the patterns of the rune enchantment out of his mouth," Suddenly Anon interrupted Faith.

"Wait... what was the name of that clan again?" Anon asked.

"Sunshine Clan. Why is there a problem?" Faith asked.

"Oh, no problem. For how many years did they torture that dwarf king? 500 years?" Anon asked.

"Yes, How do you know that?" Faith asked with a confused expression.

Suddenly a smile appeared on Anon's face.

"Luv, can you tell me his name?" Anon asked with a smile.

"I think his name was something... Biyuk Jase Kujer... yeah, that was it," Faith replied.

"Hahahahahaha..... This is the best." Anon slightly touched his forehead and started laughing loudly...

"H-Hey, are you alright?" Faith asked with a worried expression.

"Oh, I am very good. Never been better... hahahaa..." Anon replied.

"Then, why are you smiling like a lunatic?" Faith asked.

"Sorry, I ahhahaha... just can't stop it. I just remembered a joke. Hahahaha..." Anon spoke as he kept laughing.

'What happened to Mr. Jule?' Faith wondered in her mind.

"Faith, do you know that this world is a very small place?" Anon asked with a smile.

"Umm... Mr. Jule, the world is a pretty big place if you ask me," Faith replied.

"Okay, let's pick up the pure travertine for now," Anon spoke.

10 minutes later...

Thud

"This is all I could find, Mr. Jule." Faith spoke as she dropped many parts of the pure travertine in front of Anon.

"Good..." Anon spoke as he picked up all the parts from the ground and put them into his inventory.

"So, did you find out who attacked our carriages, and will they get attacked again if we move?" Faith asked.

"I did... these carriages were hit by missiles," Anon spoke.

'The pure pieces of travertine has explosive powder on it, one of the parts that i found has a pointy end to it... I am sure it was a missile. I don't how they have it, but they have it.' Anon thought.

"Hit by what?" Faith asked with a confused expression.

"Missiles, Luv. These things carry very highly explosive powder inside them, and they can be shot from a very, very long distance. I checked some parts of the pure travertine and found out that the missiles are enchanted with an auto-target finding spell," Anon spoke.

"Wait... What is that spell?" Faith asked.

"These missiles, they can't miss their target because they are enchanted with a spell that attracts them towards the target that they are obligated to hit. Using this spell, these missiles would automatically find out the target they are ordered to hit from the start and hit it even if the target is moving." Anon explained.

"You are telling me that these missile things are made from pure travertine, they can be launched from a very long distance, they carry explosive power in them, and they can find their target on their own once launched, right?" Faith asked.

"Yep, that's pretty much everything," Anon replied.

"Fuck... We have to get out of here now. These things can't be stopped by magic barriers and they are pure chaos," Faith spoke as she started panicking.

"No, wait. There is something else to this.... if we would've been getting targeted by some living being, then we would've been dead by now, but since we stopped after the first two explosions, no third explosion has happened after that," Anon spoke.

"What do you mean? Do you want to say that if we moved from our places, some trap will go off, and we will be fried by those magical missiles?" Faith asked.

"Yes, that's a possibility. But we can get out of here if we find the movement triggers," Anon spoke.

"What are movement triggers?" Faith asked.

"Well, movement triggers are things that get's triggered when they sense movement, and they are here somewhere in this area because every time a carriage passed it... it got alerted and sent a signal to the main machine that's placed at a very far distance from here to shoot the missile," Anon explained.

"Okay, I understand, but what does this thing look like?" Faith asked.

"I don't know... it can be anything. A tree, a stone, and even a fruit," Anon replied.

"Soldiers, leave everything you are doing. Come with me. We have a thing that we need to find, right now," Faith shouted as the soldiers immediately rushed towards her.

After this, all of them started looking at the trees and under the stones to search for the movement triggers.

"H-Hey... I found something. Come here..." A female elf soldier shouted.

Anon and Faith immediately rushed towards the girl, to look at what she has discovered.

As soon as they reached near the girl, they noticed a machine. Covere with a fake stone cover.

The machine was old but Anon immediately understood that it was one of the movement triggers.