TRANSMIGRATED AS A GHOST

Thanking Amelia for her time and help, Marcus bid her ado, seeing how tired she looked.

"How did it go, Lady Irene." Clara asked as Marcus came back to the carriage.

"Everything should be taken care of. I told Amelia what I know, and she is going to investigate further, as well as tell the city guards. I am sure that it will not be long until this situation is wrapped up. Now let us go back home."

Nodding her head, Clara, got back on the coachman's stand, and drove the carriage back to Marcus' estate, this time making sure to only stick to main roads.

"Goodnight, Lady Geist. Should you need anything from me do not hesitate to wake me." Clara said, as she left Marcus in his room, and headed back to her own.

However, instead of going to bed, Marcus was far too restless to even think about sleeping, and stealthy made it over to his workshop.

'Ah it has been a while.' Marcus thought as he looked around his workshop.

It had now been over a month since the last time he had been here, and he was raring to go.

'I will start off with something simple first before moving on to the adamantine.'

Powering up the magical formations within his forging workshop, Marcus got everything ready to begin.

Then when the crimson ore, furnace was extremely hot, he pulled out a mithril ingot and heated it up.

After that, he made a few simple mithril items, though one he paid more attention to which was a set of mithril scale mail he made for Clarisa.

Originally, he was just going to let her pick out one of the ones he had already made, but all of them had already been sold when he last went to visit the forge.

'Still, this did allow me to make a more personalized set. Now, I am good and warmed up. Time to make my new gear.'

Pulling out the nine adamantine ingots he had, Marcus stared at their entrancing green luster for a few moments before picking one up.

'Time to get started.'

Using his spectral arm Marcus plunged the adamantine into his furnace, and using the control flames spell, went to work heating it up.

However, while mithril usually only took a couple minutes for Marcus to heat up, this adamantine, even under all of the pressure and heat it was under, still took nearly half an hour before it was glowing hot red and was ready to be worked with.

'Finally.' Marcus thought as all his senses and experience told him the adamantine was ready.

He then took it out of the furnace and took it over to his enchanted mithril anvil that he normally worked with.

Clang!

Making the first hit with his enchanted mithril steel alloy hammer against the adamantine, Marcus was surprised to find that he had not used enough force, and that even as malleable as the adamantine was, it barely budged.

'Looks like I am going to need to infuse more mana into the hammer and hit harder. As I thought, this is going to be tough.'

Refocusing himself, Marcus began hitting against the adamantine, slowly finding the right amount of speed and power he needed and getting into a rhythm.

Quickly four hours went by before he had molded the adamantine into the general shape that he wanted.

'Phew. I think about three more and I will have enough for the full set.'

Getting back to work Marcus after many hours of nonstop working had forged four of the adamantine bars into his new set of scale mail which he had grown to like over his normal chainmail.

Still as Marcus marveled at his work, he knew he was not even close to done, since while the base armor may have been ready, he still had to go through the tedious process of enchanting it.

Pulling out his mana etcher, Marcus placed an ingot of celestial platinum inside the furnace attached to the etcher and allowed the metal to melt down.

And while that was happening, he took out all of the materials he was going to use to strengthen the armor and began the tedious process of implanting them into the armor.

'Now I just need to etch in the enchantments. The only problem is if I will have enough mana.'

Grabbing his mana etcher, Marcus began pouring massive quantities of his mana into it, until it was strong enough to cut into the adamantine.

Marcus then began the lengthy and focus intense process of adding enchantments, connecting the main magic core he was using, along with subsidiary materials like elemental gems.

With razor sharp concentration, he etched in one enchantment after the other, using copious amounts of celestial platinum, which seemed to absorb into the adamantine at a much greater rate than even mithril.

Still this only meant that the enchantments were going to be stronger, and after around three hours of painstaking work, Marcus had finished up his new suit of armor.

'Ugh, that was difficult. To think even with mana regeneration, I am nearly out. But it is done.'

After giving himself a dozen or so minutes to rest, Marcus, picked up the shimmering green pendant that was sitting on his workbench and put it one.

He then activated the enchantment on the armor that allowed it to come out, and quickly the scale mail had fitted itself around his body.

'Time for a test.'

Picking up one of the mithril swords he had made as a warmup, Marcus, pointed it right towards his chest and stabbed with all his might.

Hissssss!

As the mithril blade hit the adamantine armor, it made a loud scaping sound as the mithril blade slid off, unable to even scratch the adamantine armor.

Trying again, this time Marcus activated the enchantments on the mithril sword and poured as much mana as the blade could take into it, before stabbing at himself again.

Clang!

This time, instead of sliding off, the mithril blade that was much stronger now, bounced back from the force of Marcus quick thrust.

Still at the very least when fully charged up, the mithril blade had managed to put a small scratch on the adamantine scale mail.

'Hm, I guess without any mana flowing through it or its enchantments active, it can still be damaged by even common mithril weapons. I need to keep that in mind.'

Next Marcus tried to see how it went when he channeled some mana into his armor, and this time the mithril blade was unable to even scratch it. And at one point Marcus got a bit wild and actually snaped the blade as he slashed it against his armor.

'Oops. I guess that a normal mithril weapon just cannot hold up to my full strength anymore. Oh well, I am about to upgrade anyway.'

More than satisfied with the toughness of his new armor, Marcus went outside, and summoned his iron golem, and tested the speed and strength enhancing formation he had placed on his new armor.

BOOM!

As Marcus delivered a full powered punch to his iron golem, it was like his fist caused an explosion, and the iron golem's chest buckled in as it was pushed back dozens of feet.

'Yep, it is more like a power suit than normal armor. Still, I have to admit that it works better than I thought it would.'

Happy with the performance of his adamantine scale mail, Marcus turned it back into a pendant, and went back inside his workshop, ready to make his new scythe.