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…'

weren't the signs of

can't be certain. Not yet!' Aldred smiled

important telling as to the validity of

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

seller… what do you

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

it should be at least a thousand pieces of Monster Core. From

were used by the rich to carry

they were separated into

hand was one of the cheaper ones; with

was still considerably expensive, considering

only brought this much, then it's

At least, number wise.

look forward to

was preferred, but he couldn't

very rare, but those who had access to them

was bulk

show you…" As the seller spoke to Aldred, he wasn't

words! I won't be convinced until I see

his expert analysis obtained from his many years of experience in this business, he could already tell

was only humoring

~WHUSH!~

several sacs began to drop on the

'E-eh…?'

seller's ring all this time, but never once did it

wasn't bringing these sacs from

not from then…

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

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

'C-could he be…?'

and pointed at its target

fact that no such thing was happening here only

can use

that was the case, then judging him based on the value of

"All done."

Aldred

"A-ahh… I see."

were over forty full sacs in front

least three-hundred

not get too carried

Grade of Monster Core