Flying steel drill
Watching the actions of Seveleen and others through the clone, Zick felt no surprise by their attitude.
It was he, who was manipulating their thought process, making them not doubt his action in the slightest. Still, he could not fully control their minds, doing so would damage their soul in more than one way.
All Zick could do was distort their direction of thought, he could not erase the hostility directly. On the other hand, goodwill and gratitude would not change too.
'I guess monitoring them is a waste of time, I will just leave it to the puppets and my subordinate.' Zick changed the center of his attention to the stage before him.
Right now, Zick was in the auction house, sitting with a nonchalant look in the VIP room. Below him, a gracefully decorated stage and red seats could be seen positioned in rows.
The room Zick was in had very good facilitation, even a list as to what was going to be auctioned was provided.