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 a

be certain. Not yet!' Aldred

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

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

dear seller… what do you have to

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

at least a thousand pieces of Monster Core. From the quality

by the rich to carry money or

would expect, they were separated

was one of the cheaper ones; with the carry limit

still considerably expensive, considering how highly valued Spatial Magic

much, then it's not that big of

At least, number wise.

look forward to the

of Grade 6 or higher was preferred, but he couldn't imagine

rare, but

maximum was

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

I won't be convinced

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

only humoring them by

~WHUSH!~

sacs began to drop on the

'E-eh…?'

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

wasn't bringing these sacs

from then…

that were still being brought forth began to spill on the floor

could have expected, filled his

'C-could he be…?'

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

such thing was happening here only pointed at one

use Spatial

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

"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."

there were

kind that could contain at least three-hundred Monster Cores—of course, accounting for size and

get too

sure of the Grade of Monster Core he