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 sat opposite his

talk to me. Tell me what all this fuss

man of many means. Even before Aldred had come, he had a faint inclination

how much did he

father. The

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"G-good heavens!"

contorted in downright shock as he

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

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

that someone of such caliber would just walk into their place of business like it was

of man

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

him, however,

Yer. Even

his eyes and pulled

His son wasn't wrong.

real name or have flashy titles and pseudonyms. This

extremely strong or accomplished Adventurer, surely they

whispered. "You did good by

was just one more

matter of utmost pertinence

consider

used your [Eye Of God], right? What was

an Enchanted Item of the 4th Grade. It could detect a person's Stats to a limited degree, but not without the

do very subtly was reading how strong

"What was the Tier?"

question, Aldred Winsley had a conflicted

didn't understand the question, but rather

his indecision

it didn't work, I

work? That's a Grade 4 Item. It has to work!" Blanc responded with a

anyone could obtain on the

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

such a

our meeting, I tried to see what it picked up, but it was only

course of doing business. Aldred didn't know what it meant, so he just chalked it down to

on the other hand, had

you just

of horror on the older man's face scared Aldred a little, but he