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

Tell me what all

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

much did

father. The thing

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"G-good heavens!"

face contorted in downright shock as he listened to his son

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

it was all real—everything I

of such caliber would just walk into

of man is this

desperately hoping he could

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

him Yer. Even among the accomplished

his eyes and pulled at his beards

His son wasn't wrong.

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

Adventurer, surely they would have heard

a mysterious fellow…" Blanc whispered. "You did good by bringing him to our side,

just

of utmost pertinence that Blanc had

how we consider

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

the 4th Grade. It could detect a person's Stats to a limited degree, but not without

do very subtly was reading how strong overall an individual was

"What was the Tier?"

to this question, Aldred

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

to throw aside his indecision and just be as straightforward as

didn't

Item. It has to work!" Blanc responded with

Grade anyone

it existed at

would such a

after our meeting, I tried to see what it picked up, but it was only

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

hand, had

just

man's face scared Aldred a little, but he