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

talk to me. Tell me what all this fuss

he

how much did

father. The thing

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"G-good heavens!"

downright shock as he listened to his son finalize his

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

it was all

someone of such caliber would just walk

man is

to identify him as?" Blanc asked, desperately hoping he could use some of

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

Yer. Even among the accomplished Adventurers, none

squinted his eyes and pulled at his beards a

His son wasn't wrong.

their real name or have flashy titles and pseudonyms.

strong or accomplished Adventurer, surely they would

Blanc whispered. "You did good by bringing him to our side,

just one more

matter of utmost pertinence that

consider our

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

4th Grade. It could detect a person's Stats to a limited degree, but not

it could do very subtly was reading how strong overall

"What was the Tier?"

to this question, Aldred Winsley had a conflicted

he didn't understand the question, but rather

aside his indecision and just be as straightforward as

it didn't

a Grade 4 Item. It has to work!" Blanc responded

Grade anyone could

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

would such a

our meeting, I tried to see what

know what it meant, so he just chalked it down

on the other hand,

you just say…

man's face scared Aldred