Transmigrated as a Ghost

Once Boreas had accumulated enough coinage and experience in the village he had found himself in. He eventually said his goodbyes to the people there and headed back to the large town he had been barred from entering a bit more than a month before.

At the very least he now had a lot more information about where he was and knew that he was in one of the southern provinces of a kingdom called Tralenstein, which had a very strict system of nobility.

“I was quite glad I was a historian since it gave me some insights to what I might expect from nobility in the new strange land I found myself in, and I must say that my knowledge has come in handy on numerous occasions.”

He then went on to tell them all about his second visit to the town where this time he had the necessary money to pay the entrance fee and purchase identification papers.

“But that is where some problems arose for me. When they used the status reading slate, they found that I was level forty, had a number of powerful skills, and a last name which only nobles had.” Boreas said with a half-cocked smile.

Marcus nodded towards Boreas, understanding as a similar thing happened to him when he first tried to have an ID made as himself and his last name showed up._.

Those working the gate had thought he was a noble who had lost his previous ID and treated him completely different just on that wrong assumption.

Unfortunately for Boreas, while Marcus’ misunderstand was not as big of a deal since the nobility do not hold quite as much power in Borealia, in Tralenstein they were absolute.

The guards had practically begun floundering and offering up numerous excuses about how they did not know that he was a noble, and that had he told them they would have treated him with far more respect.

Boreas for his part had not expected such a turn of events. He simply wanted to enter the town to look around and collect more information and did not know that having a last name was so important.

Also, his relatively high level of forty was already enough for him to be treated as an important person, since even people over level twenty were considered quite strong in relation to the majority of the population.

“To this day that incident is still one of the biggest headaches I have ever experienced as the lord of the town eventually sent someone to get me. I was then brought before lord… uh what was his name… Ah I cannot remember, and it really does not matter.” Boreas said, giving up on trying to remember such a minute detail from so long ago.

“When I was brought before the lord of that town, he began grilling me on who I was and where my family hailed from, since he had not heard of my last name before. I then went on to tell my already crafted story with a bit more embellishment than before to make it sound like I had come from a really powerful family even if they no longer existed.”

Fortunately for Boreas his story was bought once again, and the lord offered him a position as a mage to serve under him.

“Naturally, there was no way I was going to take him up on that offer. I had seen how the afraid of the nobles the people were, and I really did not want to scare them with just my presence or be ordered at any point to kill a bunch of people. Though the lord was not happy about my refusal to his generous offer.”

Of course, it was pretty obvious even to Boreas at this point that his level and strength were above the norm and this small-time lord just wanted to exploit him.

“After I refused him, he ordered his men to seize me for further questioning, saying that I was a suspicious noble from outside the kingdom that could be a spy. It was all too obvious that is actual reason was just to cover up his embarrassment for being turned down.” Boreas said as she scoffed at the memory of the first noble he ever interacted with.

He then narrated how he blew away the guards coming after him with wind magic and made a hasty escape since none of that lord’s men were close to strong enough to keep up with him.

“And that was how I established a long-lasting antagonistic relationship with the authorities of Tralenstein.” Boreas said with a proud expression on his face.

Except everyone else was not sure that he should have been proud to have managed to get on the bad side of the nobility in the kingdom he found himself in only a little more than a month into his new life on Mirrion.

His next few years were spent wandering around the kingdom fighting monster, beasts, and injustice where he went as he traveled north, moving away from where he continuously rubbed the nobility in the south the wrong way.

“That was when I made it to Valenhart which at the time was the northern most city in Tralenstein and was comparatively small to what it is now. Still, the canals there were already quite established, and it reminded me a bit of home since I had vested Venice a number of times as it was not but a couple hours from the town I had lived in when I was younger.” Boreas said with a sentimental expression in his eyes.

Quickly he ran all around Valenhart and saw what was to see and found that as it was far removed from the kingdom itself. The lord there was far more lax and allowed the people more freedom than other territories.

“I see so that specific trait hails all the way back to my ancestors even then.” Lyra said, enjoying hearing about how her home was similar even around six hundred years ago.

“Yeah, Valenhart was always a bit of a strange place in comparison to most of the kingdom, with how free its people where and how much more integrated the nobles were with their people. It was a lot more friendly of an environment and I enjoyed it there. It was also likely that because of the laxer structure there that I was able to create Borealia in the first place.” Boreas said.

Though this statement of his piqued everyone’s interests and he had to hold in a chuckle as they all popped up from their laid-back positions and he imagined question marks over their heads.

“What do you mean by that? What did Valenhart have to do with you eventually founding Borealia?” Marcus said, asking the question that was also on Lyra and Jaela’s minds.

“I am sure that you two have at least heard about how what is currently Borealia was once the frontier for Tralenstein that they were trying to develop. ” Boreas said as he looked between Marcus and lyra.

They both nodded in acknowledgement having heard that before.

“Well, the majority of the people that went up to settle the area came from the same province that was ruled by Valenhart and shared their ideals. Which is why they eventually wanted to break away from Tralenstein’s tyranny.”