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.

a moment's

talk to me. Tell me what all

means. Even before Aldred had come, he had

much

father. The

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"G-good heavens!"

as he listened

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

But it was all

like a made up story… that someone of such caliber would just walk into their place of

of man is

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

on Aldred's face told him, however, that

told us to call him Yer. Even among

pulled at his

His son wasn't wrong.

or have flashy titles and pseudonyms.

accomplished Adventurer,

fellow…" Blanc whispered. "You did good by bringing him

was just one more

of utmost pertinence that Blanc had to

we consider our future

used your [Eye Of God], right? What

was an Enchanted Item of the 4th Grade. It could detect a person's

reading how strong overall an individual was by measuring their

"What was the Tier?"

to this question, Aldred Winsley had a

didn't understand the question, but

he decided to throw aside his indecision and just be as straightforward as

didn't

didn't work? That's a Grade 4 Item. It has to work!" Blanc responded with a

4 was the highest Grade anyone could obtain

finished products, it existed at the

such a sophisticated

meeting, I tried to see what it picked

didn't know what it meant, so he just chalked it down

the other hand, had a

you just say…

scared Aldred a little, but he did his best to