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.

took it without a moment's hesitation and

me. Tell me what all

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

just how much did he

father. The thing

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"G-good heavens!"

shock as he listened to

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

it was

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

kind of man is

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

Aldred's face told him,

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

squinted his eyes and pulled at his beards a

His son wasn't wrong.

flashy titles and pseudonyms.

extremely strong or accomplished Adventurer, surely they would have

did good by

was just

was a matter of utmost pertinence that

consider

God], right? What was the

God] was an Enchanted Item of the 4th Grade. It could detect a person's Stats to a limited degree, but not without the

do very subtly was reading how strong overall an individual

"What was the Tier?"

response to this question, Aldred Winsley had

wasn't that he didn't understand the question, but

he gulped, he decided to throw aside his indecision and just be as

it didn't

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

Grade anyone could obtain on

it was raw materials or finished products, it

such a

But… after our meeting, I tried to see what it picked up, but it

in the course of doing business. Aldred didn't know what it

hand, had

just say…

Aldred a little,