Chapter 147 List

In the bee tribe, the grandest festival is Spring Brewing Day.

It is held on the first Sunday of May every year. It is a celebration set up by the bee tribe to thank the flowers gifted by spring and the sweet life they have brewed for them.

At the same time, the largest blessing ceremony of the year will be held during the celebration.

The transformation of worker bees into female bees is of great significance to the bee species, as it means the continuation of the race and the strengthening of its strength.

On this day, the entire bee colony will be immersed in an atmosphere of joy and gratitude.

This year, the festive atmosphere of Spring Brewing Day is particularly grand.

Because the temple has announced to all worker bees that this year's Spring Brewing Day celebration ceremony will be blessed by His Majesty himself.

"Walkery, why are you so sad?"

A high-level worker bee descended from the sky holding a large bunch of flowers. Its huge wings were folded behind it, and its tail even touched the ground.

White glanced at his dirty wings in frustration, then said with a grin, "Finally, the Spring Brewing Day is here. Three days later, we'll be female bees! No more rubbing our wings when we land!"

At first glance, high-level worker bees look no different from female bees, except that they have wings that cannot be retracted into their bodies and eyes that do not have round pupils.

Walkley glanced at the heartless White and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"Don't you know? This year is blessed by His Majesty..."

"Ah? Isn't that even better? Isn't His Majesty known as the strongest drone? With his blessing, our chances of becoming a female bee will be even greater!"

White scratched his head in confusion.

It is a difficult task for a worker bee to transform into a female bee. It depends not only on the worker bee's own efforts, but also on the priest's ability to bestow blessings.

This is an unspoken secret among all worker bees. The stronger the mental power of the drone, the greater the probability of success of the blessing.

That's why they trained so hard, just to catch up with the blessing ceremony on Spring Brewing Day.

Because such a large-scale blessing ceremony is usually presided over by the high priest himself.

So when White learned that this year's ceremony would be presided over by His Majesty, he was happy for a long time and felt that he was so lucky!

"Are you really not going to listen to any of the night talk?"

Walkley glared at White. This guy would just go into his cubicle and sleep after collecting nectar every day! He snores so loudly that no sound can startle him!

"What? Is there something I don't know? Tell me!"

White approached Walkley and saw Walkley looking around vigilantly and speaking in a low voice.

"Your Majesty's dominant insect species is the wasp, a carnivorous bee species!"

"What's wrong with being carnivorous? Small bee-eaters aren't hard to catch."

Seeing that White still looked confused, Walkley was so angry that he hit him on the head.

"If eating a bee-eater can solve the problem, then what else can I say to you?!"

"He eats the flesh of the bee tribe!"

"What?!"

"You idiot! How come you don't even know this? And he doesn't eat worker bees, only female bees!" Walkley's face turned pale. "It is said that the temple has persuaded him countless times to protect the female bees!"

"But it was no use. He still came out and blessed us personally! Do you know what this means?"

White shuddered and answered in a low voice, "He...he only eats the 'dishes' he cooks?"

Walkley choked at White's answer.

But if you think about it, White is right.

"Female bees are very dependent on the priests who bless them, you know that."

White nodded. This was common sense among the bee tribe.

"So... if he blesses us personally, his mark will be left on our spiritual seas. Then, even if we know we're going to die, we won't be able to resist and may even willingly accept it!"

"Ah? This is too scary..."

"Furthermore, the number of high-level worker bees participating in the blessing ceremony this time is ten times that of last year!" Walkley shook his head. "Usually, spots to receive blessings are highly sought after, but this time..."

"Many of our fellow worker bees went to the priest to ask if they could receive the blessing again next time. Do you know what the priest said?"

White shook his head.

Walkley gave a smile that was uglier than crying.

"The High Priest said this is His Majesty's will."

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Samuel was unaware of the conversation outside.

Three days later was the Spring Brewing Day, and the temple had already sent a newly woven luxurious robe, the texture of which was pure silk, just like moonlight.

Along with the robes, a list was also delivered.

The young high priest bowed respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, this is the list of blessings for tomorrow."

The thick stack of lists was handed to him. Samuel took a look at it and suddenly smiled.

In the early years, when he was still following the 'Prophet', he also participated in several Spring Brewing Days.

In no case was the list so thick that it could be bound into a book.

——The bees in the temple really think highly of him.

Samuel knew that this was not the work of the 'prophet'.

Although the 'Prophet' wanted to squeeze out all his usefulness, he was a very cautious bee.

He would just take it step by step instead of sending so many female bees to his hands all at once.

As for whose action...

Samuel looked at the drone in front of him, who had straightened his back, had blond hair and blue eyes.

Looks somewhat familiar.

But I can't remember it.

Samuel blinked slightly. The mental power of male insects is completely different from that of female insects.

Moreover, Samuel can see the female insect's spiritual sea at a glance, but he needs to see the male insect's spiritual sea specifically.

In Samuel's eyes, the female insect's spiritual sea looked like "water" of different colors surrounded by spiritual barriers of various shapes, while the male insect's was much more complicated.

It was more like a cloud of fog, gathering above their heads.

It's just that the colors, shapes, smells and synesthesia are all different. Samuel can distinguish different priests from the uniform white robes by relying on these differences.

Unexpectedly, Samuel only took a look at the young high priest, and saw the gray mist above his head surging like a roaring black cloud.

So sensitive?

Gibran was trembling with anger.

The other bees didn't know what Samuel was doing, but he knew it clearly.

That arrogant wasp!

He couldn't even remember himself. That's unforgivable!

Gibran's hands hidden under his white robe clenched into fists, and his deep blue eyes stared fixedly at the bees on the throne.

His originally smooth and lustrous golden curls, like flower stamens, had turned into a pile of curled and withered grass, and his azure eyes, which symbolized the sky, had been locked in terrifying golden rings.

All this points to the identity of Samuel Wasp.

He was no longer the prophet's favorite little priest in the temple.

He is not the Son of God favored by the Queen.

He was just a species of bee that should have been extinct long ago, a cruel and pathetic prisoner who longed for the flesh and blood of his compatriots, a disaster abandoned by the bee clan.

——His glory will not last long.

Gibran breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.

"Do you think this list needs to be deleted?"

The ceremony was about to begin before they asked him whether he wanted to make any cuts.

Samuel thought, now it was clear who made that move.

Of course, the 'prophet' probably didn't stop it.

Is it to test his ability, or to slap him in the face at the ceremony?

Or maybe the 'prophet' wanted to hold him high—

Fall down heavily again.

still……

"The list is ranked by the worker bees' performance rankings. If any deletions are needed, Your Majesty, which page do you think should be cut off from..."

Samuel looked at the smile on the young high priest's face below and raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

"Need not."

Regardless of the temple's thoughts, he accepted this gift.

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"Your Majesty, I have investigated and all the high-level worker bees who have passed the female bee test this year are on the list."

Dreiser knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

The female bee sexual examination is an examination that all high-level worker bees will take. The pass rate is about 20%, but only worker bees with excellent results can be blessed on the Spring Brewing Day.

This is also to increase the conversion rate of worker bees to female bees on spring brewing days.

When blessed by the high priest, this group of high-performing worker bees can often achieve a conversion rate of 90%, which is several times higher than other blessing ceremonies.

Therefore, even if Your Majesty can successfully bless many worker bees, the conversion rate will be low due to the huge base number.

"Also... my subordinates also discovered that there were nearly 500 worker bees on the list whose performance was at the bottom, but they were later added on."

Although Dreiser's male lord is not a priest, he also works in the pollen room. He has a lot of contact with worker bees on a daily basis, so he can get this information.

If the admission is based on the scores, that would be reasonable.

Because the number of bee colonies that can pass is fixed, many worker bees that have reached the required strength will be forced to fail due to the limit on the number of bees.

Some bees even changed their names to start with A to avoid this problem, just hoping to avoid being squeezed out.

After all, if too many worker bees pass through at one time, the priests will not be able to complete the blessings, and the pressure on the temple will become very great.

As for other actions, it can also be interpreted as the priests in the temple having high hopes for Your Majesty.

But the act of recording in reverse order is enough to show that they have evil intentions.

Dreiser didn't dare to look at His Majesty's expression.

"Do we need to invite High Priest Gibran over?"

There are such obvious omissions in the list, Your Majesty can definitely hold someone accountable!

"Need not."

Samuel replied.

“How many worker bees are stuck with the pass rate?”

he asked suddenly.

Dreiser was startled, then he heard Ernest leaning over behind His Majesty and speaking.

"There are about a thousand bees with scores between 55 and 59."

Samuel raised the corner of his mouth and looked back at him with a smile.

Ernest felt his neck stiffen, and then a burning heat shot up along his spine.

His Majesty is asking Dreiser a question, why is he interrupting...

It's like, it's like they're vying for favor.

Ernest returned to his Majesty's back, like a silent and tall sculpture.

He has dark skin and a serious expression.

No one could see that his spiritual sea was rippling with shame and regret.

besides……

envy.