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

me what all this fuss is

Aldred had come, he had a faint

much

father. The

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"G-good heavens!"

as he listened to his son

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

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

someone of such caliber would just walk

man

Blanc asked, desperately hoping he could

look on Aldred's face told him, however, that

Even among the accomplished Adventurers, none bear that

and pulled at his

His son wasn't wrong.

flashy titles and pseudonyms. This

Yer was an extremely strong or accomplished Adventurer, surely they would have heard

fellow…" Blanc whispered. "You did good

just one more

a matter of utmost pertinence that Blanc

how we consider

Of God], right? What was the Type of Skill he

of the 4th Grade. It could detect a person's Stats to a

do very subtly was reading how strong overall an individual was by measuring their

"What was the Tier?"

this question, Aldred Winsley had a conflicted

he didn't understand the question, but rather he couldn't decide

his indecision and just be

didn't

Item. It has to work!" Blanc responded with a

4 was the highest Grade anyone

materials or finished products, it existed at

such a sophisticated item

see what it picked

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

on the other hand, had a different

just

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