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

talk to me. Tell me what all

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

just how much did

father. The thing

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"G-good heavens!"

downright shock as he listened to his son

"That's absurd!" He yelled.

so too. But it was all

someone of such caliber would

of man is this masked

drop a name? Anything to identify him as?" Blanc asked, desperately hoping

Aldred's face told him, however, that

Yer. Even among the accomplished Adventurers, none bear

his eyes and pulled

His son wasn't wrong.

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

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

did

was just one more

pertinence that Blanc

how we consider

What was the Type of Skill

of the 4th Grade. It could detect a person's Stats

reading how strong overall an individual was

"What was the Tier?"

this question, Aldred Winsley had

didn't understand the question, but

aside his indecision and just

it didn't work, I

It has to work!" Blanc responded

Grade anyone could obtain on the market

it was raw materials or finished products, it existed at

a sophisticated

tried to see what it picked up, but it

doing business. Aldred didn't know

hand, had

just say…

Aldred a little, but he