Chapter 367 (2/2)

If she could see his expression, it would be different….

“Sam,” Regina said sharply. He glanced over her shoulder at her, then turned back to the meat. Upset, then.

As Regina opened her mouth, there was a knock on the door. Even Sam looked up, somewhat shocked. Basically only the higher level foremen in the Production District knew which house was theirs, located in the mezzanine passages of the housing zone that was propped up against the side of the main production building.

Calmly, Regina wiped her hands and walked to the door. There, she found a tall, athletic young man with cold emerald eyes and black hair down to his shoulders. She clucked disapprovingly.

“You need a haircut.”

The Ghosthound smiled, chuckling. “I think so to, but there just hasn’t been time. Also, one of the unfortunate side effects of high Vitality is that the hair grows back to this length really quickly. Seems more trouble than it’s worth.”

Then he paused. “Is Sam in?”

“Here, boy.” Sam said, rinsing the red blood from the meat cutting from his hands before walking over to the door and offering the Ghosthound a handshake. He took it, and soon Regina had to step out of the way because the handshake had turned into a rough hug.

The two men parted, sizing each other up.

The Ghosthound spoke first, a small smile on his face. “You need some exercise. I didn’t even know that you could get fat since the System arrived.”

Sam grunted and gestured dismissively. Hiding a smile behind her hand, Regina continued to prepare the stew. She had actually made a similar comment to Sam a few months ago, when it started to happen. It had actually been very concerning to Regina at the time, so she had consulted Mrs. Hamilton about it.

After all, Regina had conducted examinations of Sam, and there was nothing physically wrong with him. But Mrs. Hamilton seemed to think that it had something to do with the connection to the Ghosthound.

All Classers, Regina had learned, began to show slight physical changes, based on their Class. For whatever reason, the four who got the Blessings from the Ghosthound received a very markedly increased effect from this. So Sam was simply shifting towards a body that was more appropriate for a Dawn Smith to have.

It was relieving… and concerning at the same time, to Regina. The changes did seem to be slowing down now, as Sam settled into a rather portly figure, but the fact that Classes had that sort of power…

Shaking her head, Regina asked, “Would you like to join us for dinner then, Randidly?”

The Ghosthound nodded, and from his ring produced a series of bottles of beer. After they popped them open, poured them out, and took a drink, Sam’s eyebrows rose.

“This ain’t from here.” Sam muttered, taking another appreciative sip.

The Ghosthound laughed. “Yea, a souvenir from my trip. Actually, while we are talking about it, I don’t know if you are interested in it or not…”

2 hours later, the older and younger man were standing next to each other, the stew STILL in its pot, the table instead dedicated to the different weaponry that the Ghosthound had brought back from wherever he had been, which he didn’t seem keen on talking about.

There were also materials, and most importantly, information on Engraving. Since the Ghosthound had left, Sam had continued to slowly improve in Engraving, but it seemed that what the Ghosthound lacked in patience as compared to Sam, he more than made up for it in sheer Mana pool size and background information.

He had brought with him a full set of encyclopedias about Engraving, as well as several special runes that he had received. The two were currently deep in a philosophical discussion about “the behavior of Mana” and also “subjective versus objective energy”.

Very discreetly, Regina poured herself a bowl of the stew and left. Those two could certainly entertain themselves without her.