TRANSMIGRATED AS A GHOST

“We are trying to enjoy our time here, but that is impossible when a talking donkey is flapping his gums.”

Hearing Marcus say this, the very rude young man who thought of himself as oh so important looked up in disbelief.

He never thought anyone would be brazen or stupid enough to come and talk to him like this.

In fact, before he could even say anything back, his knight and personal guard who was standing behind him, pulled out his weapon and said, “You wench, do you not know who you are talking to? I demand you apologize to Lord Algernon Scriven.”

However, seeing the system recognized halberd in this knight’s hands, Marcus scoffed and said, “Do you really think that you are going to be able to hurt me with one of my own weapons? Go ahead and try and see what happens.”

Pulling back his arm, this knight was ready to strike at Marcus, when his master Algernon Scriven, Duke Scriven’s heir, said, “Sir Randolph hold your blade for now.”

He then looked at Marcus angrily and said, “I thought I recognized you, Lady Irene Geist. Now, I do not know what possessed you, a simple baronetess to interrupt me and my friends so rudely. But I demand an apology right this instance for your behavior.”_.

Smiling deviously, Marcus said, “Yeah, that is not happening. I do not make a habit of apologizing to spoiled rich kids that think they can treat other people like garbage just because they were mildly inconvenienced. Now, why do you not apologize to the staff members here and the other customers for your earlier outburst.”

Frowning, Algernon could see that no resolution was going to be made here, so instead of losing face by letting it go, he motioned for his knight to punish Marcus.

Of course, he had made sure that it was clear he did not want any lasting or serious damage, so the knight simply struck out with the blunted back end of the halberd.

Yet, even as the knight attack with what would be blinding speed for most. Marcus casually raised his left hand and grabbed the halberd in between his index and middle fingers.

Truly it seemed like an impossible sight to witness, as Marcus easily held at bay a strike from a level thirty-eight knight using both hands, with just two fingers.

Though what happened next was even more unbelievable as he activated the enchantments on the halberd and sent a wave of cold out of it.

Quickly, Sir Randolph began to frost over and was unable to properly move as his body became hypothermic.

Normally this would have been impossible for someone to activate the enchantments on someone else’s weapon and seen the power back. But for Marcus who had made this halberd. He knew it better than anyone and could take control over it from anyone weaker than himself.

After having thoroughly trounced Algernon’s knight, Marcus looked at him smugly, and said, “Do you want to try forcing an apology out of me yourself next? Or maybe some of your lackeys and their protectors want to have a go at it?”

Grinding his teeth in frustration, Algernon could clearly see now that he had no chance in a physical confutation with Marcus. He even remembered now that he had heard that Marcus had put on an impressive showing in the kingdom’s tournament last year and was definitely stronger than him or any of his followers here.

Still, there were other ways to push his weight around.

“Hm, fine, it appears you want to be rude, then so be it. You think just because you are personally strong that you are invincible. You are starting a war with an entire duke’s house, and I can promise you it will not end well for you. Now, I will give you one last chance to apologize sincerely and beg for forgiveness.”

Rolling his eyes, Marcus really did not care about this dumbass’ threats.

But before he could say anything else, another person arrived and intervened.

“It appears that some sort of incident has occurred here. Would someone care to fill me in?”

Seeing this person arrive, Algernon smiled and said, “Ah you must be Viscount Lahodné. I see that you have come here personally to apologize to me. Not only has my meal been delayed because of your staff’s incompetence, but Lady Irene here has very rudely insulted me and attacked my knight. Frankly I believe that you ought to do something about this, and properly compensate me for my troubles and damages to my honor.”

Of course, even though Algernon said it like he was some very tragic victim, it was quite clear to Viscount Lahodné what had really happened.

Unfortunately, he still had to pay his respect to Algernon whose father held a higher station than him. He had no intention of getting into a war with a duke, and would rather kick out Marcus who he did not even know of.

However, Maxton who had seen his master and the owner of this establish come down. Went over and whispered into his ear

He told him about how princess Mrazivy was here as well, and that Marcus was her friend.

Naturally, this made things much more difficult for Viscount Lahodné, as picking a fight with the royal family was just as bad if not worse than a duke’s house.

It was similar to having to choose to be torn apart by a lion or a tiger.

Luckily for him, Marcus recognized his plight and decided to try and make a path to victory.

“How about a little wager Lord Algernon Scriven? You are upset about your meal being delayed, so I will personally head into the kitchen and have it out to you twice as fast as it would normally take. If I can do this, you will apologize to me wholeheartedly down on your hands and knees. Along with that you will pay for the meals of everyone else here, and give me back that halberd that you are not worthy to have.” Marcus said with a confident expression.

Looking at Marcus sharply, Algernon said, “And what if you fail? What will I get that is equal to the ridiculous demands you have made?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Marcus said, “On the very so slim off chance that I fail. I shall get down on my hands and knees and apologize to you, and pay for the meals of everyone else here. Also, as further compensation I shall make you a weapon of your choice out of adamantine with no charge, using my own materials.

Hearing this Algernon lit up, since while the first two items Marcus were offering did not mean much, an adamantine weapon was an incredibly rare item to get ahold of.

Even his family did not have many of them, and his father would certainly look favorably on him for getting one for free.

Nevertheless, after the insult he had received at the hands of Marcus, he felt that he needed just a bit more.

“Very well I will agree to your terms, if I can make one addition. Should you fail, you will become my mistress and pledge your loyalty to my house.”