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

me. Tell me what all

he had a faint inclination of

how much did

The

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"G-good heavens!"

contorted in downright shock as he listened to his son finalize

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

thought so too. But it was all real—everything

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

of man

desperately hoping he

Aldred's face told him, however, that it wouldn't

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

pulled at

His son wasn't wrong.

their real name or have flashy titles and pseudonyms. This seems

Yer was an extremely strong or accomplished Adventurer, surely

"You did good

just one

was a matter of utmost pertinence that Blanc had to

we consider our future with

right? What was

an Enchanted Item of the 4th Grade. It could detect a person's Stats to

thing it could do very subtly was reading how strong overall an individual was by

"What was the Tier?"

to this question, Aldred Winsley had

but rather he

decided to throw aside his indecision and just be as straightforward as

it didn't work,

Item. It has to work!" Blanc responded

was the highest Grade anyone could

finished products, it existed at the epitome

such a sophisticated

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

doing business. Aldred didn't know

the other hand,

just say…

scared Aldred a little, but he did his