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 hesitation and sat opposite his

to me. Tell me what

had come, he had a faint inclination of what was going

much did

The

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"G-good heavens!"

as he listened to his son

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

so too. But it was

up story… that someone of such caliber would just walk into their place of business

of man is this masked

name? Anything to identify him as?" Blanc asked, desperately hoping he could

Aldred's face told him, however, that it

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

pulled at

His son wasn't wrong.

or have flashy titles and pseudonyms.

an extremely strong or accomplished Adventurer,

a mysterious fellow…" Blanc whispered. "You did good

was just

was a matter of utmost pertinence that Blanc had to

we consider our future with

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

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

very subtly was reading

"What was the Tier?"

response to this question, Aldred

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

decided to throw aside his indecision and just

it didn't work,

a Grade 4 Item. It has

anyone

it existed

such a sophisticated item be

what it picked up, but it was only

know what it meant, so he just chalked

on the other hand, had

just say…

older man's face scared Aldred a little, but