TRANSMIGRATED AS A GHOST

After being surprised to find another individual preparing for the usually vacant fishing area, both Marcus and Mrazivý were left momentarily stunned and disappointed when they were asked to leave by Dustin.

Yet the man who had taken over the platform had extended an invitation for him to join him.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Domovoi Clegane. Count and General of the Vazanoa Kingdom.”

“Marcus, gold rank adventurer.”

“Mraz, also a gold rank adventurer.”

Once they had finished their introductions Domovoi went wide eyed when they both said they were gold rank adventurers.

“You are both only gold rank! I thought for sure that you must be either high ranking members of some army or adamantine adventurers. What is the guild thinking having the two of you only being at gold rank.”

Naturally he could not contain his shock since Marcus and Mrazivý were stronger than him and should have been far higher ranked than gold.

“So, you two are not even nobles or particularly high-ranking adventurers. How dare you treat Lord Clegane as if he were your equal!” The member of Domovoi’s entourage who had made the earlier outburst said.

It was clear that he was not happy about his lord being taken lightly and treated without the proper respect.

“Be quiet Gunther! I respect strength more than status and these two are among some of the finest warriors I have ever seen. They far outclass me, and it is you who are being rude to them.” Domovoi said, shutting down his uppity subordinate.

After being reprimanded, Gunther took a step back and lowered his head. A grimace on his face.

Thankfully that was all it took to stop any discord between Domovoi’s entourage and none of the others spoke out against Marcus and Mrazivý.

“I am sorry about that. Some think too highly of their status. Now please, come and join me. I am sure that more chairs can be arranged for both of you. I truly wish to speak with such powerful individuals such as yourselves.”

With that the Domovoi led them closer to the edge of the deck where a large chair had been set up for him and one of the ship’s fishing poles was prepared.

Swiftly the crew members that had been here to attend to Domovoi got to work on setting up a place for Marcus and Mrazivý and the adventurers who were on guard duty gave them curios glances.

For some of them this was their first time seeing them, but a Zaragar and one of his men who were present began filling them in.

“Here you are.” The crew members said, presenting both Marcus and Mrazivý with a fishing pole.

Each one required two crew members to carry since they were incredibly heavy from all reinforcements on them.

At the end was a flashy lure that was made of mithril and enchanted to attract fish.

“Immersive pieces of equipment are they not? I have never seen a fishing pole of quite this quality and was thinking of having something similar commissioned for myself when I return home.” Domovoi said with a hearty laugh.

He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself and made sure to chat with Marcus and Mrazivý.

Though while he was Marcus connected to his wife with telepathy and asked her what she knew about this guy.

‘Do you know about the Vazanoa Kingdom, and have you heard of this guy before?’

‘I have never heard of him, but I do know about the Vazanoa kingdom. It is located closer tot eh southern end of the continent with several nations in between it and Borealia. It is midsized and does have a relationship with the adventurers guild. Other than that, I know pretty much nothing about it other than that we do some trade with them and the name of their king. As for this guy, I have never heard of him.’ Mrazivý said, telling Marcus what she knew.

Naturally she had a hard enough time remembering the names of the nobles in her own kingdom and did not go out of her way to memorize the names of people she would likely never meet from faraway kingdoms.

Once they had finished a few pleasantries with Domovoi, all three of them finally began fishing, and cast their lines out into the ocean.

“Now slowly real it in and flick it around every now and then to make it seem the lure is a fish in distress.” Marcus said giving Mrazivý some basic instructions.

Nodding her head, she did just that and looked intently down at the water. Using her enhanced sight to actually stare down at lure despite how deep it was.

For a bit the area was mostly silent except for the sound of the fishing rods being cast and reeling in. Until one of them finally got a bite.

“Finally, I got one!” Mrazivý said loudly with elation.

She had seen that a large fish was interested in er lure and had done her all to make it look as appetizing as possible.

As soon as the fish had swallowed her lure it began swimming back down to the depths and the reel began to spin rapidly as the line was taken.

Tightening her grip, Mrazivý stopped the fish in its tracks, and it jerked violently from underwater.

​ In fact, its stop was so rapid that any normal lure would have been ripped out of its mouth, but the enchanted one on the end of Mrazivý’s fishing pole was locked in and not going anywhere so long as the fish’s head was attached.

With overwhelming power Mrazivý reeled the fish in which was unable to fight back against her no matter how much it thrashed about.

‘Wow if she did that with a pole back on earth the line certainly would have snapped.’ Marcus thought, seeing her drag the fish in.

Soon she had pulled it clean out of the water and the twelve-foot-long barracuda she had pulled out flailed around and smashed into the side of the ship. Struggling in vain with all its might.