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

me what all

before Aldred had come, he had a faint inclination of what was going on in

how much

The thing

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"G-good heavens!"

as he listened to his

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

too. But it

someone of such caliber would

of man is this

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

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

call him Yer. Even among

squinted his eyes and pulled

His son wasn't wrong.

have flashy titles and pseudonyms. This seems

strong or accomplished Adventurer, surely they would have

Blanc whispered. "You did

was just one more

pertinence that Blanc had to

how we consider our future with

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

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

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

"What was the Tier?"

response to this question, Aldred Winsley had a

question, but rather he couldn't decide on how to answer

his indecision and just

didn't work, I

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

the highest Grade anyone could obtain on the market right

products, it existed at the epitome of

such a sophisticated item be

see what it picked up,

business. Aldred didn't know what it meant,

the other hand, had

just

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