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

me. Tell me

Aldred had come, he had a faint inclination of

much did he

father. The

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"G-good heavens!"

he listened to his son finalize

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

But it was all real—everything I

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

of man

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

him, however, that it wouldn't be

just told us to call him Yer. Even

his eyes and pulled at his beards a

His son wasn't wrong.

or have flashy titles and pseudonyms. This

or accomplished Adventurer, surely they would have heard of

mysterious fellow…" Blanc whispered. "You did

just

matter of utmost pertinence

how we consider our future with

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

Grade. It could detect a person's Stats to a

thing it could do very subtly was reading how

"What was the Tier?"

to this question, Aldred Winsley had a conflicted

understand the question, but rather

he decided to throw aside his indecision

didn't work,

Grade 4 Item. It has to work!" Blanc responded with a deep

anyone could obtain on

materials or finished products, it

would such a sophisticated item be

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

business. Aldred didn't know

on the other hand, had a

just

scared Aldred a little, but he did his best to