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.

moment's hesitation and sat opposite

to me. Tell me what all

before Aldred had come, he had a faint inclination of what was going on in

how much did he

father. The thing

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"G-good heavens!"

he listened to his son finalize his

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

it was all real—everything I

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

kind of man is

as?" Blanc asked, desperately hoping he could use some

told him, however,

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

pulled

His son wasn't wrong.

or have flashy titles

extremely strong or accomplished Adventurer, surely they would have heard of him by

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

just

of utmost pertinence that Blanc had to personally

how we consider

right? What was the Type

could detect a person's Stats to a limited degree, but not without

subtly was reading how strong overall an individual was by measuring

"What was the Tier?"

this question, Aldred Winsley had

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

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

didn't work,

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

highest Grade anyone could obtain on the market right

was raw materials or finished products, it existed at the

would such a sophisticated item

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

course of doing business. Aldred didn't know what it meant, so he just chalked it down

the other hand, had

you just say…

scared Aldred a