Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"Speaking of which, Mr. Mian,"

"You can call me Wang He now."

"Okay, Mr. Wang."

Upon Mian's correction, Matt showed a knowing look on his face and then said:

"What about your colleagues?"

Mian, without batting an eye, replied:

"I've assigned them other tasks. Attending the auction is something I can handle on my own."

Matt didn't seem to care much about it and simply nodded.

"Alright then, I can arrange the auction staff. But as for the goods, I can't really do anything about it, I can only rely on you."

"That's fine too."

Mian took out the sword case he always carried and tossed the Italatamuya to Matt. Matt was surprised when he saw that it was the sword.

"Is this sword alright? I thought it would be a rather rare item for you."

Matt could sense the traces of his clone remaining on the sword, and there was no doubt that this sword had taken his clone's life. Therefore, even though the sword currently appeared to be nothing more than an unopened toy, Matt dared not underestimate it in the slightest.

Mian, who truly knew the origin of the sword, simply smiled.

"To make the act more believable, how can I do it without bringing something real? You can rest assured, I brought more than just this one sword."

As he spoke, Mian pulled a dagger from his pocket. It was the very dagger that Sherry had originally crafted, but which was now inextricably linked to Ryan.

Of course, besides allowing Mian to torment Ryan from time to time, this dagger had no other use. But ultimately, all Mian needed was for the person in front of him to believe that he had a trump card.

Matt nodded thoughtfully, then stroked the sword in his hand, liking it more and more as he looked at it.

"What a fine sword, it's a pity it's unsharpened. Is this really alright?"

"A sword is sharpest when it has no edge."

Mi An made it up on the spot; he would never tell the other party that he had deliberately made all the swords into the shape of unsharpened artifacts in order to pass the inspection.

However, he wasn't entirely lying. After all, due to the cheat system, these weapons never truly relied on real sword blades.

"You can try it out, and you'll see that this sword is never ambiguous when it comes to truly killing."

Matt didn't speak, but simply weighed the sword in his hand for a moment, then suddenly turned to a rock to the side.

Mian promptly applied the enchantment at the same time, and the windless sword sliced ​​the stone in two without any resistance, as if cutting through butter.

"Indeed, it's a good item; it would fetch a good price even in the hidden world."

Matt nodded in satisfaction, then asked:

"What's the name of this sword?"

"Ifaratamuya, that's the name in Sumanan. Of course, in some little-known part of history, he also has another famous name: 'The Lion Slayer'."

Mian recited the background he had prepared beforehand. Matt didn't bother to verify its authenticity; after all, as a pragmatist, he didn't have a deep understanding of Sumanan and was completely ignorant of history. Feeling that the quality was sufficient, he clapped his hands, and two figures stepped out from the side.

One was a young man dressed as a waiter, his face flashing with the same expression as Matt's. The other was a middle-aged man in a suit, his eyes vacant, his movements slow, as if human intelligence had been stripped away from him.

"Let's get acquainted, Mr. Wang."

Matt grinned, revealing a somewhat sinister smile.

"This waiter, Toby, is one of our men, absolutely reliable. And this one is Mr. Lehman. Because of the recent military actions of the Ocean Federation, he betrayed his homeland and held a crude and useless blood sacrifice involving dozens of people, attempting to offer the results to the Celestial Church as a pledge of allegiance and gain protection."

Matt feigned a look of regret on his face.

"Too bad, he contacted me first."

As he spoke, a small skinning knife slid from Matt's sleeve, and in this corner where there were no security cameras, he reached out to the middle-aged man in front of him. Under Mian's horrified gaze, Matt swiftly peeled the middle-aged man's face off, without shedding a single drop of blood.

Immediately afterwards, a waiter went over and embraced the middle-aged man's remaining body, taking the corpse into his body like a slime. In no time, the person who was just alive and well was reduced to just the face in Matt's hand, as evidence of his existence.

Compared to the brutal and ruthless engulfment in the unfinished construction site, this kind of integration, which seemed to happen at any moment in the streets and alleys and would not be noticed by anyone, made Mian feel even more terrified.

It's as if any ordinary passerby walking on the street could be pulled to the back of the alley and never be seen again.

This is the superhuman, and he will soon be deep inside their lair.

"Mr. Wang, accept this face. So your current identity is a disguise, but you can't go in looking like this. I've modified this mask; put it on. I will share the powers of a transvestite with you, allowing you to participate in this auction as this worthless mortal."

Matt tossed the face skin to Mian, who felt an overwhelming nausea as she held the still slightly warm skin in her hand.

If she could, Mian would have loved to fight this freak to the death without a second thought. But for the sake of the children, for the sake of those who needed help, Mian hesitated repeatedly before finally pressing the dough onto her face.

The moment the dough touched his skin, an indescribable, chilling stickiness washed over him. It felt not like an inanimate object, but some kind of living, ravenous creature, instantly clinging to his face, covering his ears, and filling in his missing teeth.

Mian felt a mysterious connection being established between himself and the dough. When the uncomfortable stickiness dissipated, Mian seemed to have completely vanished from the gleaming blade of the dagger in his hand, leaving only the abandoned Lehman behind.

Looking at everything before him, Matt's smile grew even brighter.

"Perfect, absolutely perfect. I initially thought that as a 'caster,' you'd be somewhat ill-suited to this kind of thing, and I was prepared to spend two or three hours fine-tuning it. But now it seems none of that is necessary; it's as if it's always been on your face."

Matt raised his wrist to look at his watch, then turned to face the direction of Donna's Hotel.

"Mr. Wang, it's still early. Toby, as a hotel employee, will arrive early to help us with the auction registration. We can then use this time to refine our plans and familiarize ourselves with the venue. Now, let's find a nice café and wait quietly for the opening time."