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…'

signs of

can't be certain. Not yet!'

most important telling as to the

and personality, but they could never fake the

dear seller… what do you have to

in the Black Marker should be—Aldred asked

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

were used by the rich to carry money

expect, they

one Rey had in hand was one of the

was still considerably expensive, considering how highly valued Spatial Magic

this much, then it's not

At least, number wise.

look

higher was preferred, but he couldn't imagine these cheapskates having such quality of Monster

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

was bulk

worthy of my time. I suppose I'll show you…" As

won't be

many years of experience in this business, he could already tell that

humoring them

~WHUSH!~

flash, several sacs began to drop

'E-eh…?'

staring at the masked seller's ring all

bringing these

not from then…

he could think about that, the numerous sacs that were still being

more than he could

'C-could he be…?'

and pointed

no such thing was happening here

can use

was the case, then judging him based on the value of his ring

"All done."

coming. Their appearances had dazed Aldred so much

"A-ahh… I see."

he could count alone, there were over forty full sacs in

least three-hundred Monster Cores—of course,

not get too carried

still not sure of the Grade of Monster Core he