Chapter 136 Blessing

When Samuel woke up, it was already dark.

He moved his fingers a little slowly, and saw broken moonlight flickering in the river not far away.

Clear and crisp.

Is it so late?

Samuel's eyes fell on the diary that he had not finished reading again.

Blue mental power appeared at his fingertips.

He wiped it lightly, and the blue light lingered around him.

Brighten up your yellowed notebook.

[1784/11/22 Heavy Rain

I found him. Sure enough, he was attacked by a bee-eater while collecting nectar.

Fortunately, only the wing was injured.

How dare those stupid worker bees hide from me! I'm so pissed!

1785/01/02 Snow

His movements became sluggish.

He is so big, but he is more afraid of cold than me.

I hope it's the weather.

1785/03/14 Sunny

Spring is here! On such a warm day, the stupid worker bees finally speed up a little.

I tried another version of the blessing, but it didn't work.

Why did he refuse to accept the blessing of other priests?

1785/06/18 Rain

His hair has become sparse.

So his ability to collect honey will also decrease. If I were to blackmail him for another bottle of honey, he would have to collect it for a very long time...

I feel like he doesn't have much time left.

Why am I so useless?

1785/08/15 Rain

I went to the high priest, but he rejected me.

He said that I was not doing this for the future of the bee tribe, but for my own selfish reasons.

August 16, 1785, sunny

I just do it for my own selfish reasons!

1785/10/26 Strong Wind

I won't let him die. I'm going to— (ripped off)

1785/12/19 It's freezing! It's freezing!

He was a female and succeeded.

I should have written a proper blessing message earlier...

"May you be my loyal servant, the sharp sword in my hand, and my solid armor. You must love me as your life, and respect me as a god—"

Ahh ...

Seeing this, Samuel also laughed.

The blue mental power trembled slightly because of his movements, rippling out like water.

"May you be my loyal servant, the sharp sword in my hand, my solid armor. You must love me as your life, and revere me as a god..." he repeated, then let out a long sigh. "Such a blessing actually succeeded."

"But isn't this just building up my own power? Before being loyal to the temple, be loyal to the priests..."

No wonder the temple later required a unified blessing and replaced the blessing with a hymn.

Samuel continued to scroll down.

【1785/12/20 Hehe

It's over! This female bee's spiritual sea is all my color! No other priest will want her.

I had no choice but to marry him.

I think he is very happy.

1785/12/29 It's freezing

Priest assessment, I seem to have done something wrong... Why do you all have this expression?

Because I failed?

The blessing for other worker bees still doesn't work... What's going on?

1785/12/30 Strong Wind

Kimir whispered to me that the holy water used for each blessing needed to be supplemented with water from the Nine-fold Spring given by the high priest! It turns out that water wasn't meant for me to drink! I was wondering why they only gave me a little each time!

The first lesson was taught...but what was I doing that day...I had a fever and missed it.

So why did that blessing work for Henry?

1786/01/04 Rain

The high priest discovered that Henry's spiritual sea imprint was wrong.

They said I violated the rules.

1786/04/14

Why did I say that?

I killed Henris!

1786/05/03

Is the temple necessarily right? 】

The notes ended abruptly here, and Samuel found that the rest were torn pages.

His heart sank.

He discovered this notebook by chance. It was hidden in the rock wall not far from the Jiudie Spring. If Samuel had not used his mental tentacles to explore the spring from time to time, he would never have discovered the secret embedded in the cracks in the rock.

Jiudie Spring is the mother spring of the bee clan, and no bee clan would be so bold as to touch it.

This diary remained hidden for nearly 100 years.

This is also the reason why Samuel dared to open it in the wild. He realized that there must be something in it that subverted his cognition.

“There!”

"His Highness Samuel!"

Samuel looked up and saw flames lit in the distance.

They were the female bee guards who came out to look for him.

Among the flying bees, the 'prophet' walking in the front, wearing a silver-white robe, was so conspicuous.

Samuel flicked his fingertips and quickly stuffed the diary into the tree roots.

A holy book appeared in his arms.

"What are you doing, Samuel?"

The Prophet's voice was intimidating without being angry. He lowered his head and looked at the male insect standing under the tree, using his blue mental power to illuminate himself.

Such vigorous, unrestrained mental power.

"Sorry, 'Prophet', I fell asleep."

Samuel lowered his head, and his golden hair shone in the darkness like a fallen star.

Many female bees unconsciously looked at this mysterious little priest.

He was raised by a "prophet" since he was a child, and everyone said that he was the next "prophet".

"You are the most talented male insect, and the only one of the bee tribe who has the hope of awakening the Nine-fold Spring."

The 'Prophet' withdrew his gaze.

"I'm sorry, I was reckless."

"So much hope rests on you. You disappoint me, Samuel."

"Go back and accept your punishment."

"Yes, 'The Prophet'."

At that time, Samuel was still feeling lucky that no bee tribe had discovered the forbidden notebook.

He didn't know that everything was just the beginning.

That was the last time in his previous life that he saw the sun, the moonlight, and the endless grassland.

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"Why are you there?" Samuel asked.

Ernest lowered his head.

"I am collecting pollen, Your Majesty."

"But it's night, Ernest. Don't you need to go back to the hive?"

Samuel asked.

Ernest felt even more ashamed.

"Your Majesty, I was in the bud."

At that time, Ernest saw the little priest he had been thinking about day and night for the first time in a long time. He did not dare to fly close for fear of disturbing him.

He subconsciously slowed down his pollen collection speed, but he didn't expect that the drone closed its eyes and fell asleep.

Ernest moved closer little by little, and finally stopped on a fragrant flower.

He quietly looked at his peaceful sleeping face, and it was already night.

Samuel woke up.

Ernest was now completely afraid to move, and he held the pistil stiffly, because the sound of his wings flapping was too loud, and if he flew up, Samuel would definitely find him.

It was not until the petals of the Fragrant Words flower closed and wrapped it in the center that Ernest breathed a sigh of relief.

Then……

Then he heard Samuel's voice, which was like a clear spring.

"May you be my loyal servant, the sharp sword in my hand, and my solid armor. You must love me as your life, and respect me as a god..."

The voice contained a hint of laughter, a hint of doubt, and a hint of almost invisible longing.

Ernest could not hear the hint of longing, which was something that even Samuel himself had not discovered.

But the late Queen heard it.

The sea-blue spiritual power dissipated like light, and a few strands fell on the buds of the Fuyu flower.

They are absorbed slowly.

Ernest realized that his mind was clearer than ever before, and he seemed to see a generous rain nourishing the earth.

In the almost invisible spiritual sea belonging to the worker bee, blue raindrops continue to gather and finally turn into a puddle of beautiful color.

The blessing was established.

Later, Samuel was taken away.

But Ernest was afraid to return to the nest.

He couldn't explain to any of his bee tribe that he had become a female bee.

This was his stolen...blessing.

He could only blend in with other trained worker bees and gradually transform into a humanoid form.

Fortunately, the blessing ceremony of ordinary worker bees is collective, and he only needs to stand in the corner and watch the priest sprinkle the holy water.

"Huh? You are not on the list of blessed people this time. How come you have a human form?" asked the female bee guard.

Ernest shook his head silently.

Although the female bee guards found it strange, Ernest's fighting ability was unquestionable. They thought that he was so lucky because of the selfless blessings of the temple priests.

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“That’s actually the case.”

Samuel sighed, then tapped his cheek with his thin white fingers.

It never occurred to him that he had inadvertently blessed a worker bee.

He is still such an honest and stubborn little guy.

The little guy has grown into an adult now, but his wisdom hasn't grown any bigger.

He seemed to be so guilty that he wanted to hide his head in the ground.

Samuel chuckled as he remembered something.

"So, Ernest, were you calling me a fool just now?"

Ernest looked up in shock. He looked at Samuel on the throne in panic: "Ernest didn't!"

"Oh," Samuel drawled, his voice accusing him. "Then when I asked which foolish priest it was, you replied, 'Your Majesty!'"

Ernest thought about what had just happened and found that he had indeed shouted.

His resolute lips were pressed into a thin line, and beads of sweat continued to emerge from his forehead, wetting his cheeks.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

He crawled to the ground again, his strong back arched like a mountain range.

With a "puff", Samuel laughed so hard that he fell down.

"Idiot." He wiped away the tears from his unintentional laughter. "Are you an idiot, puppy?"

He was in an unusually cheerful mood, and his smile was even more unrestrained.

Ernest was silent for a moment. He moved his lips but finally said nothing.

He looked at His Majesty's reclining figure on the throne, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes from laughing, wetting his eyelashes like dewdrops falling on flower petals in the early morning.

Your Majesty is too thin.

How can we feed His Majesty and make him healthier?

Although Ernest thought that His Majesty was always stunningly beautiful, whether he had blond hair and blue eyes or now, no one dared to desecrate him.

But he still wanted to feed His Majesty more firmly.

Don't be like a flower.

It would be nice to be like a tree.