Transmigrated as a Ghost

Opening his item box Marcus pretended to take his scythe out form it.

Of course, he was actually unable to put his scythe within the skill that created an extradimensional storage space, as any sort of creature could not be placed inside. So, with his scythe possessing a portion of his soul, it was voided from being able to enter the item box.

Nevertheless, he had long since figured out how to blend it back into his own soul and take it out at will.

This allowed him to play this little trick that only the most attentive might notice.

“This here is my own personal weapon. As you can see it is an amethros item that has been recognized by the system.” Marcus said as he laid out his scythe on the table in front of him.

However, Alard and his father, the viceroy of Lethallan, gave him reactions that he did not expect.

For Count Vendrick, he stared down at the weapon in utter disbelief and the oppression he felt from it made it so he could not even breathe.

On the other hand, Alard’s instincts told him that this weapon was dangerous. Maybe as dangerous as the boss monsters he had faced in the Great Gome Woods Dungeon. Causing him to jump back away from it and take a combat ready stance.

‘Oops. Looks like it might be a bit much to show this to people without keeping it more contained.’

Seeing that the very presence of his scythe was unsettling the two men he was negotiating with, Marcus picked it back up and completely suppressed its aura.

Once he had done this the tension in the room vanished, and Count Vendrick took a deep gasping breath while Alard dropped out of his stance.

Though it did not take long for Marcus to realize that it was not just the two men in front of him that were affected by the very presence of his scythe. All of the servants were affected as well, with a number of them actually having passed out from the stress of being in its presence.

Even Clara who was normally quite serious and professional, had collapsed onto her knees and was breathing heavily while sweat poured down her face.

‘That was far more potent than I thought it would be. I suppose even the lingering instinct from the Dread Burrower is still enough to cause panic.’ Marcus thought.

He could remember the overwhelming aura of dread the monster created that made almost anything that could feel it run away in terror.

“It seems that I have made a bit of an error there. Please forgive me for not properly reining in the aura of my weapon.” Marcus said while bowing his head a bit.

A few moments after everyone in the room seemed to recover, and the only one that had not been oppressed by it came up to Marcus and asked him about his obviously unique weapon.

“What is that? I have never heard of a weapon that can cause such a reaction. It was as if I was in the presence of a terrifying beast or monster.” Alard said with an inquisitive expression.

“Yes, I imagine that is exactly what it is like. The core that is the focal point of this weapon came from a very special monster that could cause widespread terror with its aura, and the core has retained some of its properties. But there is no need to worry. As you can see, so long as I am wielding it I can surpass it completely.” Marcus said, offering up the most basic explanation he could.

Naturally he was not going to elaborate on the finer details of his weapon. Which was made with the core of the Doomsday Worm, and that he was able to control it because his soul was also melded within the weapon.

After a couple of minutes while everyone in the room regained their composure, the negotiations began again.

“Now I have shown you that my skills are capable of producing top tier weapons and armor which far exceed what Alard is currently using. To that end, I would like these six skill orbs, and in return I will forge an amethros falchion for Alard. Along with a top tier adamantine shield and set of armor. Oh, and I would even be willing to use my own personal adamantine to make the shield. How about it? I believe that this is a good deal for all of us.”

Having finished his pitch, Marcus sat back and waited for the viceroy and his son to think it over.

Overall, it really was not a bad deal for them. They would get three treasures that could be used throughout their family for generations. While skill orbs were one use items that only helped out a single person who would eventually die in most cases.

For Marcus though, with where he was right now, items like skill orbs that focused on personal power were the most valuable to him.

“I would like to clarify something Lady Irene. You said that you could guarantee that the adamantine equipment will be recognized by the system. However, this does not extend to the amethros blade we wish you to forge, does it?”

“You are correct. I cannot guarantee that I can make you a top tier weapon made from amethros. I used very special materials I did not gather on my own and are certainly beyond your means to obtain in order to make my scythe. Still, it will be a weapon of a far higher quality than most have, and I will make sure that the adamantine equipment receives system recognition.” Marcus said, answering honestly.

“In that case, should you be willing to sign a magically binding contract, then I believe that we have a deal.” Count Vendrick said begrudgingly, after speaking it over with Alard.

It was clear that he really did not want to part with six skill orbs, each containing rare and valuable skills. But in the end his son’s persistence and the knowledge that he would never receive such a chance again pushed him to make this deal.

Incredibly happy, Marcus pulled out a bottle of wine from his item box that came straight from the royal cellar.

It was one of the bottles that Mrazivý had swiped for them to share that they never got around to having.

“Allow me to offer this bottle of wine up for a quick celebration in light of our deal.” Marcus said with a smile he could not suppress.

Except, before they proceed with any sort of celebration, Count Vendrick held up and hand to stop Marcus.

“Wait just a moment Lady Irene. While I am fine with a short celebration. There is one more thing that I wish to speak with you about that has been unrelated to our previous discussion.”

A bit surprised, Marcus titled his head and waited for the viceroy to elaborate further on what else he wanted to talk about.

“Ahem. This may be a bit out of nowhere, but my first son and heir has expressed interest in opening marriage talks with you. Would you have any interest with meeting him?” The viceroy said with a slightly awkward air about him.

Quickly Marcus’ vibrant smile from completing their deal faded away, and he said, “No. I have no interest in any talks of marriage between myself or for my sister. If you wish to continue down this line of questioning, we are done here, and I am leaving.”