An Extra’s POV

Within a finely furnished office located in an unknown place, a man stood close to the windows, ignoring the fine chair and exquisite desk behind him.

The blond hair on his head was a lot longer than a man's, but a tad bit shorter than a woman's. He had a few wrinkles covering his face, displaying his age, and a short beard that was finely trimmed.

His outfit was also reminiscent of the room—grandiose and expensive-looking.

He was watching the events of the marketplace—the Black Market—and a smile was on his face.

As one of the six members of the Obsidian Council, it pleased him to see the community thriving.

As he smiled and sipped his wine, his moment of reminiscing was cut short by a knock on the door.

The man's green eyes darted to the door, and his curled up lips slowly fell.

"Come in."

The door slowly opened, and a man dressed in an expensive waistcoat, as well as an overall formal entire walked in.

He looked young—perhaps in his early thirties—but the experienced look in his eyes did not belong to a youth.

He was Aldred Winsley, one of the many Brokers of the KariBlanc Group.

"Lord Blanc, I have reports for you."

Blanc was his code name in the Obsidian Council. Each of the six had their pseudonyms, yet his managed to be the opposite color to what their entire group was named after.

"It's fine, boy. There's no need to call me that here. Just address me normally…"

Sure, the man who entered was younger than this Lord Blanc, but it wasn't enough to be called a boy.

Still, he nodded in understanding.

As this man slowly turned to Aldred, he could see him deactivate his Identity Concealment Item.

Soon, Aldred's appearance transformed into a younger version of Blanc.

"I understand… father."

The Aldred from before was now replaced by a boy who was barely twenty.

"Hehe… that's much better."

Blanc chuckled as he sat on his very comfortable chair and offered Aldred the same courtesy.

it without a moment's hesitation and

Tell me what all this fuss is

many means. Even before Aldred had come, he had

much

father. The thing

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"G-good heavens!"

shock as he listened to his son finalize his

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

so too. But it was all real—everything I told

someone of such caliber would just

of man is

drop a name? Anything to identify him as?" Blanc asked, desperately hoping he could use some

on Aldred's face told him,

him Yer. Even among the

squinted his eyes and pulled at

His son wasn't wrong.

either use their real name or have flashy titles and pseudonyms. This seems like the latter,

was an extremely strong or accomplished Adventurer, surely they would have

"You did

just

a matter of utmost pertinence that Blanc had to

determine how we consider our future

right? What was the Type of Skill

Grade. It could detect a person's Stats to a limited degree,

do very subtly was reading how strong overall an individual was by measuring their

"What was the Tier?"

to this question, Aldred Winsley had

wasn't that he didn't understand the question, but rather he couldn't decide

throw aside his indecision and

it didn't work,

didn't work? That's a Grade 4 Item. It has to

the highest Grade anyone could obtain

was raw materials or finished products, it existed at the epitome of the

a sophisticated

know! But… after our meeting, I tried to see what it picked up, but it was

had never happened in the course of doing business. Aldred didn't know what it meant, so he just chalked it down to

on the other hand, had

just say…

the older man's face scared Aldred a little, but he did his best