Chapter 155 Party

"His Majesty……"

"The party is about to begin."

Ernest reminded in a hoarse voice.

There are no windows in the palace buried deep underground, and the passage of time can only be shown by the clock hanging on the rock wall.

"Is it so late?"

Unlike Ernest's tired and hoarse voice, Samuel's voice sounded like it had been washed by clear stream water.

Clean and bright.

There is still a sense of wanting more.

Samuel stretched out his hands, and they rested on Ernest's neck, reminiscent of blossoms after rain.

His long curly hair draped behind him, emitting a lustrous dark golden color.

At this moment, they are all full of rain and dew.

It seems that water can be squeezed out by pinching it.

"Yes, your majesty."

Ernest replied.

He cleared his throat lightly, as if to get rid of all his previous weakness.

Then his Majesty raised his head, like a climbing trumpet creeper, and brought the most beautiful stamen close to his neck.

“So fast…”

'Trumpet Creeper' seemed unsatisfied and began to shake it gently.

It seemed as if it wanted to shake off all the dew hanging on the big tree to moisten itself.

Utter greed.

"Do I have to go?"

Ernest's heart was about to melt into a puddle of water.

His Majesty……

How did it become like this?

"Three-quarters of an hour left."

Ernest answered haltingly.

Samuel raised the corners of his mouth when he heard this.

"Puppies are the best."

As he spoke, he leaned close to Ernest's earlobe and bit it gently.

Ernest trembled all over at his action.

Ten minutes ago, His Majesty bit him once...

The pointed teeth were like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

It made Ernest's heart flutter.

His eyes turned to the clock.

If it's later... then...

He blamed himself.

It's all his fault.

If he had come earlier... then His Majesty wouldn't have been hungry for so long.

How could a land that has been dry for so long not like rain?

"Then, then—"

"I'm not going to tease you anymore, silly little dog."

Samuel straightened up, reached out to tidy up his messy curly hair, and then smoothed out the wrinkles on his robe. In less than a minute, he looked ready to appear on the altar at any time.

In contrast to his neatness, Ernest has completely lost the heroic dignity that a guard bee should have.

He knelt on the ground, his armor already removed, like a snail that had lost its little house.

The black soil left traces like blooming flowers.

If he appeared in front of everyone in this state, he would definitely be charged with debauchery.

"Ah... Looks like I can't wear armor now."

Samuel whispered.

This made Ernest feel ashamed.

Especially since His Majesty was still wearing the platinum robe that blessed the other worker bees.

He looks so holy, yet I...

"I need to change my clothes too."

Samuel continued.

As he spoke, he picked up a corner of his robe. The dried water stains were particularly obvious on the silk robe.

Ernest stiffened.

——That was one of the evidences of his crime.

He defiled the holy Majesty.

"Why do you look like that, Ernest?"

Samuel narrowed his eyes.

"I have prepared new clothes for you," he said, "though the worker bees who sew them don't quite understand why I should ask for such a thing."

“But I think it would be very practical.”

Samuel said as he brought a new piece of clothing.

Ernest trembled under such gazes.

He realized belatedly that His Majesty was not as simple as he had imagined.

He is a bad-hearted guy.

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The Spring Brewing Day ceremony is held at noon. After the ceremony, the bees will sing and dance freely for the rest of the time.

When the sun sets, they will light a bonfire on the Santo grassland and drink fine wine together.

Whether it is worker bees, female bees or the rarely seen male bees, almost all of them will participate in this party.

The love of many bee tribes begins to sprout on the night of Spring Brewing Day.

When Samuel appeared at the party, the bees cheered.

His Majesty, who usually lives in seclusion, rarely appears in public, let alone in such a relaxing occasion.

He had changed into lighter clothing, and his dark blond hair was braided and hung loosely over his shoulders.

Samuel did not give a blessing, nor did he sit on the dais.

"Go on."

He laughed and signaled the bees playing music not to stop. He found a place with a good view and sat down.

"Your Majesty, this is this year's spring wine."

A bold female bee brought Samuel a glass of wine.

This wine is brewed with honey from various flowers picked in spring and spring water.

It has a light golden color, like the warm sunshine in spring, and the aroma of the wine is mixed with the fragrance and sweetness of flowers.

Flowers and warm sunshine, it combines the two most important things for bees in spring.

Therefore, it is also called spring wine.

It is also the origin of the name of this festival.

Samuel took a sip and found it slightly sweet, mellow and rich, and very delicious.

“It’s delicious.”

Samuel laughed.

Then more bees came to him.

"Your Majesty, the spring wine is mellow and smooth, but the alcohol content is not low."

The guard bee who had been staying beside His Majesty whispered. He was not wearing armor, but was sitting in the position closest to His Majesty.

Obviously, he is your Majesty's confidant.

His voice was not loud, but the bees around him heard it.

"Really?" Samuel laughed. "I haven't had any."

Even though he had watched several blessing ceremonies with the 'Prophet', Samuel had never participated in the Spring Brewing Festival party.

From childhood to adulthood, he has never had much contact with the bee tribe.

Not to mention drinking.

Samuel put down his wine glass, and the other female insects also tactfully stopped bringing him spring wine.

The female bees no longer had a good excuse, so the number of bees coming forward gradually decreased.

But worker bees are different.

"His Majesty!"

Terran flapped his wings and came to Samuel. The golden light that lit up in his spiritual sea allowed Samuel to recognize him accurately.

"It's Tyron."

"It's me! Your Majesty!" Tyron circled in the air excitedly, but he didn't dare to land on Samuel's fingertips in front of everyone. He stopped at the edge of the wine glass, "You still remember me!"

Samuel laughed.

"certainly."

"I-We have a gift for you!"

He hummed.

As he called, a group of worker bees flew over crookedly, carrying exquisite wreaths in their beaks.

Samuel felt a weight on his head.

The worker bees, who had worn the wreath askew, cried out anxiously.

"Oh, I need to lean a little towards you!"

"Fool!"

"What should I do now?"

"Mrs. Bee! Please help me!"

"Yes, yes, you have hands!"

The IQ of the junior worker bees was not very high. They did not dare to fly to Samuel's face and pick up the wreath again. They could only cast their hopeful eyes on Ernest, whom they had met once before.

The tall female bee whispered an insult to His Majesty.

Then he stood up and straightened the wreath.

His Majesty's long hair was messed up by the action of taking off the wreath, and a few strands were particularly lively and scattered.

Ernest pinned them behind His Majesty's ears.

This is an action he often makes.

However, before Ernest put down his hand, he became aware of the inquiring gazes of the female bees around him.

He froze.

Oops, I forgot it outside.

His behavior was truly offensive.

His Majesty raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile.

Then he looked at the group of little worker bees hovering in the air, clearly waiting for praise: "Do they look good?"

"It looks great! It looks so great!"

"You are so beautiful!"

They all started praising it.

Ernest's fingers slowly tightened, and the faint fragrance of His Majesty's hair seemed to still linger on them.

He tightened his fingers, as if grasping that hint of fragrance.

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As the party reached its climax, countless pairs of bees slid in around the bonfire and began to dance.

The worker bees also buzzed over.

Sometimes they form a circle, sometimes they form a figure eight.

The entire Santo grassland was filled with joyful laughter.

Samuel looked at Ernest: "Don't you want to make it public?"

Ernest was shocked.

public……

Public?!

What does His Majesty mean by public?!

But when Ernest looked at His Majesty, His Majesty's gaze was cast not far away.

——There stood a strange female bee.

He was walking towards me with a porcelain jar in his hand.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember me?"

The female bee asked softly.

He smiled widely, and his fair face turned red with excitement.

Just like those bold and passionate female bees just now.

Express love and respect to Your Majesty.

The rest of the bees were looking at him vaguely, and when they saw the porcelain jar in his hand, they couldn't help but sigh in regret - yeah, if wine doesn't work, wouldn't food be fine?!

But the golden rings in Samuel's eyes sank.

He has always had face blindness, but although he can't remember faces, he remembers the spiritual sea of all the bee tribes.

Samuel was sure that he had never seen the female bee in front of him.

The spiritual sea of this female bee is very "clean", with only traces of a male bee.

This means that his blessing, the channeling of his spiritual power, and the building of his spiritual barriers are all accomplished by a drone.

Samuel recognized the drone—it was jet black and the work of the high priest named Gibran.

Although the female bee in front of him was smiling, his emotions were extremely intense.

The hatred surging within his mental barriers was almost about to burst.

who is he?

The female bee smiled. Looking at Samuel's expression, she knew that this honorable Majesty did not remember who he was.

Too……

Just a lowly female bee.

How many bees has he eaten? How many unwilling souls are in his hands?

How could His Majesty remember this?

——Who remembers the face of food?!

"You may not have any impression of my face."

He smiled and gently touched his face, like a female bee who had just successfully acquired an anthropomorphic form from a worker bee.

"But this taste, you may still remember——"

"After all, he and I are brothers!"