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

me. Tell me what all this fuss

had come, he

how much did

The thing

***********

"G-good heavens!"

he listened to his

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

thought so too. But it

someone of such caliber would just walk into their place of business like it was

man is this masked

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

told him, however, that it

told us to call him Yer. Even among the accomplished Adventurers,

pulled at his beards

His son wasn't wrong.

name or have flashy titles and pseudonyms. This seems like the latter,

accomplished Adventurer,

did good by bringing him

just one

matter of utmost pertinence

how we consider our

your [Eye Of God], right? What was the Type

God] was an Enchanted Item of the 4th Grade. It could detect a person's Stats to a limited degree,

could do very subtly was reading how strong

"What was the Tier?"

question, Aldred Winsley had a conflicted

but rather he couldn't decide on how to answer

gulped, he decided to throw aside his indecision and just be as

didn't work, I

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

Grade anyone could obtain

materials or finished products, it existed at the epitome

a sophisticated

I tried to see what it picked up, but it was only telling

doing business. Aldred didn't know what it meant,

the other hand, had a

just say…

face scared Aldred