An Extra’s POV

Aldred Winsley was a broker for the KariBlanc Group—one of the leading commercial establishments in the Capital's Black Market.

As a sharp and handsome man in his early thirties, he had supervised and personally handled a lot of deals that went down in KariBlanc's businesses.

As a result, he had a good feel for sales and contracts, as well as how to gain the most benefit for his employers.

That was precisely why he was surprised when he stepped into the reception to meet the seller he was informed of.

'Who are these people…?'

From what he could see, they were not very impressive.

The one who was supposed to be the guard had a very lackluster posture—as if he was exhausted after a long walk.

His poor stance was unfitting for a guard. If an enemy struck surprisingly, he wouldn't be able to protect his employer properly.

But even his employer was just as unimpressive.

'He's dressed pretty cheaply. His sitting posture is also very crude…'

As Aldred Winsley approached the two, he kept up his cautious gaze.

'From what I can see, they're not special at all. But…' He narrowed his eyes as he took his seat.

'… Sometimes, what is on the surface could be deceiving.'

Aldred was curious.

'Are they frauds, or are they the real deal? Let's find out.'

"Greetings, customers. Or should I call you sellers? My name is Aldred Winsley, but you can call me Aldred." He said with a broad smile

As a professional, he had to be polite to the ones he addressed.

"Call us whatever you like, Mr. Winsley."

Upon hearing that, Aldred shook a little on his seat.

'This guy…' He tried his best not to stare hard at the man who sat opposite him, but it was difficult not to do so.

Not only had he refused to be placed under a stereotype such as 'customer' or 'seller', but he had also refused Aldred's attempt at friendliness.

'He's choosing to remain formal. He also disregards my suggestions while maintaining his ideals…'

the signs of

I can't be certain.

important telling as to the validity of a person's true nature was

their demeanors and personality, but they could never fake the value

dear seller… what do you

to the point—as business in the Black Marker should be—Aldred

should be at least a thousand pieces of Monster Core. From the quality of Spatial Ring he has, I shouldn't expect anything

the rich to carry money

they were separated

one of the cheaper ones; with the carry limit being

considerably expensive, considering how highly valued Spatial Magic

they only brought this much, then it's not

At least, number wise.

should look forward to

realm of Grade 6 or higher was preferred, but he couldn't imagine these cheapskates having such quality of

Grade 5, and higher Grades very rare, but those who had access to them only did

maximum was

suppose I'll show you…" As

won't be convinced until I see the

on his expert analysis obtained from his many years of experience in this business, he could already tell that these people couldn't be worth

humoring them

~WHUSH!~

flash, several sacs began to drop on the

'E-eh…?'

had been staring at the masked seller's ring all this time, but

wasn't bringing these sacs from

from

that, the numerous sacs that were still being brought forth began to spill on the floor in

sacs… more than he could have expected, filled his line

'C-could he be…?'

knew that a Spatial Ring had to be exposed and pointed at its target location before it could

fact that no such thing was

use Spatial

was the case, then judging him based on the value

"All done."

this point, more sacs had stopped coming. Their appearances had dazed Aldred so much that he didn't notice when the whole

"A-ahh… I see."

what he could count alone, there were

at least three-hundred Monster Cores—of course, accounting

get too carried away

was still not sure of the Grade of Monster