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 hesitation and sat opposite

Tell me what all

of many means. Even before Aldred had come, he had a faint inclination of what

how much did

father. The

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"G-good heavens!"

shock as he listened to his son

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

too. But it was all real—everything

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

man is this masked

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

Aldred's face told him, however, that it

Even

squinted his eyes and pulled at his beards a

His son wasn't wrong.

or have flashy

accomplished Adventurer, surely they would have heard

"You did good by bringing him to

was just one more

a matter of utmost pertinence

consider

right? What was the Type of Skill

detect a person's Stats

subtly was reading how strong overall an individual was by measuring

"What was the Tier?"

question, Aldred Winsley had

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

his indecision and just be as straightforward as

it didn't

It has to work!" Blanc responded with a

anyone

materials or finished products, it existed at the epitome of the current

would such a

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

didn't know what

on the other hand,

just

Aldred a little, but he did his best