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.

took it without a moment's hesitation

me what

of many means. Even before Aldred had come, he had a faint inclination of what was going

just how much did

The

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"G-good heavens!"

as he listened to his

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

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

such caliber would just walk into their place

man

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

face told him, however, that it

us to call him Yer. Even among the accomplished Adventurers, none bear that

and pulled at his

His son wasn't wrong.

flashy titles and pseudonyms. This

or accomplished Adventurer, surely they would

fellow…" Blanc whispered. "You did good by bringing him to our

was just one more

matter of utmost pertinence that Blanc had to

determine how we consider our

God], right? What was the Type

detect a person's Stats to

it could do very subtly was reading

"What was the Tier?"

response to this question, Aldred

wasn't that he didn't understand the question, but

gulped, he decided to throw aside his indecision and just be as straightforward

didn't

That's a Grade 4 Item. It has to

was the highest Grade anyone could obtain on the

finished products, it existed

such a sophisticated item be

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

business. Aldred didn't know what it meant, so

on the other hand, had a

you just say…

scared Aldred a little, but he did his best