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.

a moment's hesitation

Tell me what all this fuss

means. Even before Aldred had come, he had a faint inclination

much did

The

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"G-good heavens!"

in downright shock as he listened to his

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

it was

like a made up story… that someone of such caliber would just walk

of man is this masked

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

told him,

call him Yer. Even among the accomplished Adventurers, none

and pulled at his beards

His son wasn't wrong.

their real name or have flashy titles and pseudonyms.

Adventurer, surely they

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

was just one

matter of utmost pertinence that Blanc had to personally

how we consider our

right? What was the Type of Skill he

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

reading how strong overall an individual

"What was the Tier?"

response to this question, Aldred Winsley had a

he didn't understand the question, but rather

he decided to throw aside his indecision

didn't

Item. It has to

highest Grade anyone could obtain on

it existed at the

such a sophisticated

tried to see what it picked up, but it was

business. Aldred didn't know what

other hand, had

you just say…

man's face scared Aldred a little, but he did his best to