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.

took it without a moment's hesitation

me what all this fuss is

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

much did

father. The thing

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"G-good heavens!"

as he listened to his son finalize

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

so too. But it was all

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

man is this

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

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

us to call him Yer. Even among the accomplished Adventurers, none bear that

eyes and pulled at his

His son wasn't wrong.

use their real name or have flashy titles and pseudonyms. This seems like

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

Blanc whispered. "You did

just one

utmost pertinence that Blanc had to

determine how we consider our future

Of God], right? What was the

the 4th Grade. It could detect a person's Stats to a limited degree, but

could do very subtly was reading how strong overall an individual was by

"What was the Tier?"

question, Aldred Winsley had

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

aside his indecision and just be

didn't work, I

work? That's a Grade 4 Item. It has to work!"

4 was the highest Grade anyone could obtain on the market right

or finished products, it existed at

a sophisticated item be

see what it

doing business. Aldred didn't know what it

other hand, had

just say…

look of horror on the older man's face scared Aldred