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

Tell me what all this fuss is

man of many means. Even before Aldred had come, he had a faint

how much

The thing

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"G-good heavens!"

in downright shock as he

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

But it was all real—everything I

such caliber would

of man is this

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

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

told us to call him Yer. Even

and pulled at his beards

His son wasn't wrong.

flashy titles

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

a mysterious fellow…" Blanc whispered. "You did good by bringing

just one more

utmost pertinence

determine how we consider

your [Eye Of God], right? What

could detect a person's Stats to a limited degree, but not without the other party

thing it could do very subtly was reading how strong overall an

"What was the Tier?"

response to this question, Aldred Winsley had a conflicted

wasn't that he didn't understand the question, but rather he couldn't decide on how

decided to throw aside his indecision and just

it didn't work,

didn't work? That's a Grade 4 Item. It has to

Grade anyone could obtain on the market right

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

would such a sophisticated

what it picked up, but it was only

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

hand,

you just say…

face scared Aldred a little,