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

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"G-good heavens!"

shock as he listened to his son finalize

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

so too. But it was all

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

man

Blanc asked, desperately hoping he could use some of his

told him, however, that

call him Yer. Even among the accomplished Adventurers, none

squinted his eyes and pulled at his beards

His son wasn't wrong.

their real name or have flashy

extremely strong or accomplished Adventurer,

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

was just one more

matter of utmost pertinence that Blanc

consider

Of God], right? What was the

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

only thing it could do very subtly was reading

"What was the Tier?"

to this question, Aldred Winsley had a

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

he decided to throw aside his indecision

it didn't work,

Grade 4 Item. It has to work!"

4 was the highest Grade anyone could obtain on the

it existed at the epitome of the

a sophisticated

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

never happened in the course of doing business. Aldred didn't know what it meant, so

on the other hand, had a

you just say…

the older man's face scared Aldred a