Right now we are sitting in our ship, doing the final changes that would be needed to the ship. The addition of a cell is very easy. It is like a rock or a marble. All you need to do is break it and the emergency formations will wrap around the ship, keeping it safe. It is a fascinating process to look at, the way that formation cover the ships like a bubble. It is almost a pity to interrupt this process.

This can be done by anybody, but I was needed here to make the entire thing last. If Trevor or somebody else were to do it, the cell won't survive even for a day. With me it will be able to last much longer.

It is a fine example of my formation control, placing each individual node in a manner that will ensure that the formation won't fail suddenly. (which is a major issue with cells) I am also acting a mana battery for the cell, to keep it running.

With this, I can be sure that the formation will last for a week at the very least. That is given nobody will be shooting my ship. That would cause the cell to unravel very quickly.

Other than that I have to start working on the camouflage formation. Now that was a completely separate headache for Trevor. The man had to do quite a bit of negotiations with the organisation to get it. The only reason that we even got it because I have just burnt up the accounting room of the organisation's main enemy.

That would give them quite the edge over the city guards once the situation does become a bit normal. The guards will have to keep trying to figure out all of their finances while the organisation will have the ability to blackmail most of the corrupt guards. That means that the city guard has just been made toothless.

For all of that effort what I have gotten is a piece of black rock basalt. It can be considered to be an average class eight material, with some ability to boost light spells. It is a very practical material, to say a good thing about it.

Light spells are not something that I have a lot of practice with. It is a very weird magic, almost on par with mind magic. The runes of light magic simply do not make sense to me. Thankfully, that does not change the fact that I can memorise it. I don't know the names of the spells, but I can tell that it is a set of eleven light illusion spells, all of which together will be able to create a pretty mighty illusion.

It still will take a bit of time, but I am sure that I can complete at leasr one of class nine spells for the formation when we are about to leave. Rhay won't do much, but every bit will help. I seriously don't want my ship to be shot at.

According to Trevor we will be leaving in four days. That is the period when most of the patrol ships will reach the edge of the mayfire castle's territory. Beyond that and they will attract attention from the hegemon of that area. After that it won't take long for the black mountain to get involved.

Until all we can do is that nobody will get interested in our small patch of land and even if they do, out temporary camouflage of foliage would be enough to fool them.

Trevor assures me that this won't be very likely, though the man had assured me the exact same thing at the beginning of this mission, so you would not be surprised that I am sceptical.

I do not have a better plan, so we are sitting here while I while away my time by working. Other than that things have been going well. My second foundation block has reached a stage where it is going to be completed soon.

I have been linking my sword to the second foundation slab therefore. My master certainly spoke the truth. While, it is still painful it is not to a point that I will lose my mind due to pain. It still feels like somebody pulling your teeth out of your mouth.

Another interesting that I have to note about this is that the mana flowing into me from the sword is becoming greater the more that I link my foundation slab to it. It is a virtuous cycle, the more I cultivate the more blood mana enters into my body which it makes it easier to cultivate.

The only thing that might be a issue with the sword pushing it's blood mana into the sword is that I can feel my vital mana change. There is nothing substantial at the moment but the changes are still detectable. My mana is becoming more and more similar to that of a grunt.

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Soon enough, my mana will become a majority of blood mana. By then my conversion into a grunt will have almost no negative affect, like the thirst. That will also mean that the transformation that is brought about by my sword will soon start to become permanent. I have told you about how already, I can feel the changes in my body starting to become permanent.

I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing, but it certainly allows me to imagine. I don't even know the extent of these changes. My thirst will decrease, of that I am sure but the grunts do not drink blood only for the thirst. It is sustenance for them. Will my changing mean that I will become more dependent on blood. Will my thirst change from a burning fire of desire to silent but always increasing sense of hunger that a starving man faces.

Then there is the issue of blood hierarchy. If my change becomes permanent how much will that affect me. Will I be less susceptible to it than a pure grunt or will I be more susceptible to it than a pure grunt.

What about the blood mana in my body. Will I be able to control it like the old grunts are able to or will it make my life mana even harder to control.

There are just too many questions on this matter. I will have to trust my master on this matter since the man seems to have an idea what he is doing to me. He might like to torture me but the man has never really done anything dangerous to me.

Enough discussion about the depressing stuff. After being confined to a sewer for so long, the trip outside is still more comfortable even with the mosquitos.

At the moment I still feel as If I am stinking from my time there. Even during our trip to return to here, I felt as if the number of mosquitos trying to bite me were lesser than usual. It might be due to the stink, or so many other reasons. It doesn't change the fact that I want a good scrub. That I won't be getting any time soon.

From the corner of my eyes I can spot the two idiots changing the foliage for our camouflage. I guess that I should explain why I even have so much problem.

I do not hate them but they are part of the sworn bloodlines, so i hate what they represent. To those outside the legion, the sworn bloodline (the sworn in short.) are the children of the slaves captured by the legion. They tend to show the utmost loyalty to the legions and even are willing to die for them.

That is why they are idiots, because they are slaves that are ready to give up everything for their slavers.

The legion surrounds itself with the sworn as servants, as security guards and as spys. That is why I do not interact with them both much because I am sure that they repeating every word of mine to the legion.

I respect the legion. They have taught me so much but still It would be wise not to trust them too much. The legion is a tight knit community, and they expect lifelong service from its soldier.

Cases like mine are rare. Most people that leave the legion are traitors and traitors are put to death. There is no arguing that.

My discipleship was something that my master had negotiated with the legion. It was not well recieved on both sides. The tension between the two sides have been palpable since then.

I have heard that even all of the generals had to get involved in this matter between both sides. Now, neither side is even willing to talk to the other. Most communication between the formation corps and the legion happens via the guard corps. It is another reason that I wanted to join the guard corps. With time I hope to be able to meet with the folk of the legion. I cannot meet any of my old friends from the legion. It is for good reason though. After all there is actually a risk to my life from the legion.

even if you ignore all of that you cannot forget that there is a chunk of the legion that considers what I have done to be the equivalent of being a traitor. Those guys will want me to be dead. I can certainly imagine all the people in the legion that must be arguing for my death.

If you find all of this uncomfortable, that is the reason it is occurring. The legion is feared for its brutality, to its enemies and to itself. To maintain their reputation at the very least, the legion will not leave anyone that they consider to be traitors alive. Every alive traitor is a doubt for our enemies about the strength of the legion.

So to put all of this in summary, the presence of jacob and Andrew certainly leaves me very uncomfortable. I am sure that they will give up their life to protect me, but I am equally sure that they just might end slitting my throat in the night if they have been ordered to do so. I can't even get rid of them now can I. That would put a target on my back then. It would also be a pity.

They even have talent, which just makes it even more confusing. Right now they might not have much of a cultivation but with the way that they are going, in the next couple of years they should be able to form their first foundation block. It is a bit slow, but most of the sworn do not even have the ability to cultivate. Among them, these two would be geniuses that appear every century.

Why would the legion send such good seeds to me is a question that I do not know the answer too. I am not sure if I want to know also. Only time will tell what will happen here.

As individuals, they are actually pretty fine individuals. They are hardworking and try to follow every single instruction of Trevor. Trevor has taken it upon himself to train these guys. He teaches them everything that he knows and the two try their best to soak everything up.

Trevor is a pretty strict Taskmaster too. He keeps the two soldiers in shape, much like my instructors at the legion.

If they do end up trying to kill me I have to make sure that their deaths are quick. After all, the legion is not forgiving towards failure.