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.

it without a moment's hesitation and sat opposite

talk to me. Tell me what all this

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

how much

The

***********

"G-good heavens!"

as he listened to his son finalize his

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

so too. But it was all real—everything I

story… that someone of such caliber would just

man

Anything to identify him as?" Blanc asked, desperately

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

call him Yer. Even among the

his eyes and pulled at his beards a

His son wasn't wrong.

their real name or have flashy titles and

an extremely strong or accomplished Adventurer, surely

did good by bringing him to our side,

was just

was a matter of utmost pertinence that Blanc

consider

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

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

subtly was reading how strong

"What was the Tier?"

this question, Aldred Winsley had

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

he decided to throw aside his indecision and just be

it didn't work,

It

Grade anyone could

or finished products, it existed at the

a

I tried to see what it picked up, but

had never happened in the course of doing business. Aldred didn't know what it meant, so he just chalked it down to

hand, had

just say…

scared Aldred a little, but he did his best