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.

without a moment's hesitation and sat opposite his

me. Tell me what all this fuss

had come, he had a faint

how much

father. The thing

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"G-good heavens!"

shock as he listened to his

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

too. But it was all real—everything

of such caliber

kind of man is this masked

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

Aldred's face told him, however, that it wouldn't be

told us to call him Yer. Even

his eyes and pulled at his beards a

His son wasn't wrong.

or have flashy titles and pseudonyms. This seems like

extremely strong or accomplished Adventurer, surely they would

whispered. "You did good by bringing him to

was just one more

pertinence that Blanc had to

determine how we consider our future

What was the Type

God] was an Enchanted Item of the 4th Grade. It could detect a person's Stats

it could do very subtly was reading how strong overall

"What was the Tier?"

to this question, Aldred

the question, but rather he couldn't decide on how

throw aside his indecision and just be as straightforward as

it didn't

4 Item. It has to work!" Blanc responded

Grade anyone could obtain on the

finished products, it existed at the epitome of the current

would such a sophisticated

I tried to see what it picked up,

the course of doing business. Aldred didn't know what it

hand, had a different

you just say…

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