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

Tell me what all

before Aldred had come, he had

just how much did he

The thing

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"G-good heavens!"

he listened to his son finalize

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

too. But it was all

up story… that someone of such caliber would just walk into their place

kind of man

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

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

him Yer. Even among the accomplished Adventurers, none

pulled

His son wasn't wrong.

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

strong or accomplished Adventurer, surely they would have heard

whispered. "You did good by bringing him to our

was just one

a matter of utmost pertinence that Blanc had to

consider

What was the Type of Skill

was an Enchanted Item of the 4th Grade. It could detect a

it could do very subtly was reading how strong overall

"What was the Tier?"

this question, Aldred Winsley had a conflicted

the question, but rather he couldn't decide

decided to throw aside his indecision and

didn't work, I

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

Grade anyone could

materials or finished products, it existed at the epitome

a sophisticated

what it picked up,

didn't know what

the other hand, had a different

just

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