Chapter 135 Notes

With a "puff" sound.

Samuel laughed again.

"Puppy, are you crying too much?"

As he spoke, he walked around to the front of Ernest.

Those big eyes really became wet.

"Why should I hate you?" Samuel asked.

"Because... my tail needle is ugly." Ernest said sadly.

"Puppy, will you protect me with that tail needle?"

Ernest didn't understand why His Majesty would ask such an obvious question.

But he still replied firmly: "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Until death?"

"Until death."

"Then why do I hate it?" Samuel raised his hand and slowly touched Ernest's head, causing the shackles on his wrists to rustle. "It's also my weapon, Ernest."

Samuel made a sound like a sigh.

"Only your enemies want you to be weak."

"Got it, puppy?"

Ernest nodded.

He transformed into a human form and knelt solemnly in front of Samuel.

Ernest placed his right hand on his left chest, and the spear that Samuel had seen in the card appeared in Ernest's left hand for the first time.

It stands on the ground, with a sharp tip and shining silver.

"I will always be loyal to you."

Ernest said.

Samuel stretched out his slender fingers and gently touched Ernest's eyebrows.

The golden light disappeared.

From Samuel's perspective, he could clearly see the insect pattern on Ernest's back light up for a moment, and the gorgeous golden color spread across the black skin, like vines growing wildly on the vast earth.

"I bless you."

"May you be loyal, brave, and fearless."

"The road ahead is full of thorns, may glory be with you."

Samuel said softly.

Ernest lowered his head. He felt his spiritual sea surging like waves, and the almost dried-up blue "sea water" was welcoming the gentle rain.

"Ernest."

The female bee raised her head when her name was called.

He saw the golden halo in His Majesty's eyes, and the angle of looking up made his heart tremble.

They were so close, he was His Majesty's spear at hand, his shield.

If an arrow pierced your majesty's heart, it would surely be stained with his flesh and blood.

He prostrated himself at his feet.

At this moment, Ernest even had a lucky glimmer of hope that he was the bee closest to His Majesty.

"From now on, you are mine."

Samuel laughed.

"All traces have been erased."

"From now on, you will not receive any blessings, guidance, or counseling from other priests."

The mental power of male insects is extremely selfish and brutal. It cannot be educated or disciplined, and only believes in excluding dissidents.

Just like Dreiser's spiritual sea, if he had not intentionally left the 'door', his lord would have died of exhausted spiritual power and would never have been able to enter Dreiser's spiritual barrier again.

Because the barriers built by Samuel cannot be covered.

In today's bee tribe, even the spiritual power of the 'prophet' cannot cover him.

Samuel was not conceited; he was simply stating the facts.

so……

"If you betray your master, you will die."

Samuel looked down at Ernest who was kneeling on the altar with a look of pity.

What a pitiful puppy! No matter how strong his body is, he cannot withstand the destruction of his spiritual sea, but he is ignorant of the impending fate.

Samuel knew that the puppy's spiritual sea now only had one color, gold.

The blessing that Ernest had once received from the stupid priest had been completely erased by him.

——This was one of the reasons why he was unwilling to touch Ernest's spiritual sea before accepting his allegiance.

Samuel used to be kind and tolerant.

But now he is selfish and arbitrary.

He hates betrayal, and what he wants can only belong to him completely.

Even a spiritual imprint as strong as "blessing" would be erased by him.

Although the incompetent priests' "blessing" was to chant hymns with their mental power and then sprinkle the diluted Nine-fold Spring water on the many worker bees below the stage - they used such a simple method to gain the hearts of countless female bees.

"Has the mark of 'blessing' also been erased?"

Ernest asked in surprise.

"Is such a crude 'blessing' worth your nostalgia?" Samuel raised the corner of his lips and slowly read the name of the female insect in front of him, "Ernest."

Ernest pursed his lips.

"That is..."

"I don't want to hear those idiots' names."

Samuel interrupted him mercilessly, then waved at him wearily from his throne.

"You should leave now."

Ernest's face was as pale as gold paper.

Even as stupid as he was, he knew that His Majesty had misunderstood.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

He took two sudden steps on his knees.

"It is the 'blessing' bestowed upon me by His Majesty!"

Samuel narrowed his eyes and looked at the anxious female insect on the altar with an unclear expression.

He raised his toes and hooked the female insect's lower jaw.

"Ernest, I never blessed the worker bees."

Samuel was raised by the "prophet" since he was a child. He wore the white robe of a priest, but he never fulfilled the mission of blessing like those priests.

Because the 'Prophet' did not allow it.

——"Your strength should not be used on these insignificant things."

—"You have more important things to do, Samuel."

The 'Prophet' always warned him like this.

Samuel was very confused. Isn't turning worker bees into female bees a major matter concerning the continuation of the bee population?

But Samuel would not contradict the 'prophet'.

So, while the priest apprentices were able to stand in the sun, observe the training of the worker bees, understand current affairs, and practice blessings, Samuel could only follow the "prophet" step by step.

All he saw were the snow-white robes of the priests.

On the few occasions when he sneaked into the flowers where the worker bees were collecting nectar, he was quickly found by other priests and brought back to the dungeon.

So Samuel was sure that it was impossible for him to bless Ernest.

He always trusted his memory.

"It was at night! On the banks of the Santo Grassland River! Your Majesty fell asleep that day and missed the time—"

Samuel's eyes widened.

The golden halo in his pupils lit up instantly.

"You are?!"

Ernest lowered his head in shame.

"Yes, your majesty."

A long silence stretched between the two of them.

Samuel put his hand to his forehead, and the memory of that time came back to his mind.

.

Samuel had a period that could be described as rebellious.

Although his rebellion is like the splashes caused by water hitting stones, it will eventually be swallowed up by the rolling river.

At that time, as his spiritual power grew, the 'Prophet' began to forbid him to leave the dungeon.

"Let the Nine-fold Spring flow again, Samuel."

Young Samuel sat on the altar, gazing up at the spring at the highest point.

But it was too high and Samuel could see nothing.

He is a drone and does not have wings like ordinary bees.

Samuel could only use his mental tentacles to touch it from time to time.

Dry.

Can this spring, which has been dry for hundreds of years, really flow again?

He guarded this dried-up spring day after day, underground in the perennially damp and cold place without sunlight, as if he himself was also going to dry up.

Samuel missed the earthly world.

He missed the flowers, the sunshine, and the breeze.

He made a bold decision - he wanted to go out and take a look.

This is not very difficult.

The 'Prophet' was very busy, and Samuel always obeyed.

The female bee guards dare not approach the holy land, and their patrols are very regular.

Samuel's mental power continued to stretch, and the slender filaments spread in the air. It spread little by little, like mycelium, and found a way out for him.

He made it outside without any difficulty.

This time, Samuel ran far.

He knew that the Santo grassland was vast, so he traveled all the way and finally found a tree.

It grows by the river, and its crown composed of tiny leaves is very large, serving as the only parasol on the vast grassland.

Samuel was extremely happy, as he was sweating profusely from running all the way.

The missed sunshine became a burden at this moment. He quickly wiped his cheeks, hands and feet with the cool river water, and then walked under the tree barefoot.

Samuel leaned against the tree trunk and took out a yellowed notebook from his robe.

It was the diary of a deceased priest.

He spoke wittily, and Samuel found it very amusing.

[1782/9/20 It’s so hot

I tried practicing "blessings" with worker bees. Failed. Did I write the blessing incorrectly?

1783/6/02 Rain

I practiced 'blessing' on a worker bee. It was the same worker bee. I failed again. All the other worker bees in his batch had become females, and this idiot was still guarding me.

I have to try harder.

July 12, 1783, sunny

I blackmailed him for a bottle of honey.

1783/08/09 Sunny

He thought I really had no nectar to eat, so he brought me another bottle.

Please, I am a drone, how could I not have food!

But considering his sincerity, I reluctantly accepted it.

1783/12/07 Snow

The 47th version of the blessing has been revised! What is the problem?

"In the light of holiness, I bless you: May courage and justice be with you, may wisdom and mercy guide your path. May you protect the hive and overcome all difficulties and obstacles. May the grace of the temple always shine upon you, may glory and dignity be your emblem."

I think I write pretty well (combining the strengths of Casar, Kimmel, and Moss)

1784/7/12 Hot Hot Hot

Maybe I'm not suitable to be a priest...

1784/8/10 Rain

The training camp does not accept worker bees that have not completed their transformation in two years, so... that stupid worker bee will be blessed by other priests.

1784/8/11 Still raining

The stupid worker bee did not accept the blessing of the other priests.

He said he would wait for me.

But the lifespan of worker bees is very short. What should we do?

1784/11/12 Overcast

The stupid worker bee was expelled from the training team, and he has to go collect honey again.

It’s so cold, will he get frostbite?

If only I were stronger.

1784/11/20 Heavy rain

He hasn't come to see me for four days.

Will something happen to him?】

There are a few dried tear marks on this page of notes.

Samuel stopped turning the pages of the book, feeling a little sad.

Compared to female bees, worker bees have a very short and fragile existence.

He looked up into the distance. The Santo grassland was so vast. How many corpses of worker bees were buried there?