Chapter 157 Doubt

"prophet!"

"It's the Prophet!"

Amid the calls of many bee tribes.

Samuel looked at Gibran lying in a pool of blood. As he said, the blood of the drone smelled extremely delicious.

The energy contained in it far exceeds that of ordinary bees.

What's more, Gibran was a high priest.

"As one of the twelve high priests, Gibran was in charge of collecting pollen and nectar."

The 'Prophet' stood on a high place, his silver-white robe fluttering in the night wind.

His voice was flat, yet full of power that convinced the bee tribe.

His mental power made his voice become very distant, and it fell clearly into the ears of every bee.

"But he secretly tampered with honey collection standards, persecuted worker bees, embezzled and accepted bribes, and enriched himself."

"It violates the high priest's code and disrupts the order of the bee tribe."

"So he was executed."

The worker bees present cheered instantly, as if the blood and fear just now were all a dream.

Samuel was the only one of the Hive who didn't look up.

"I'm extremely sorry for disturbing the King."

The 'prophet's' apology was also extremely calm.

His silver eyes turned to Samuel, who was standing in front of a pool of blood.

Samuel finally looked up.

The golden rings in his eyes shone brightly, and he stared silently at the 'prophet'.

Samuel saw the spiritual power of the 'Prophet', which was calm, cold and hard.

Like the eternal glaciers in the extremely cold land.

During this eye contact, Samuel understood everything that this drone who had raised him meant.

All of Gibran's previous provocations were tacitly approved by this "prophet".

Whether it is expanding the blessing list several times, or adding a group of unqualified worker bees, or replacing the Jiudiequan water in the porcelain jar with ordinary water.

He knows everything.

He just needed a chess piece to test himself.

And Gibran is this chess piece.

But this chess piece must be guilty.

Samuel had previously discovered cases of unauthorized tampering with honey collection standards, and he discovered that this was not an isolated case.

Almost one-third of the female bee guards do this, it's just a matter of more or less.

This situation was so rampant that Samuel couldn't believe that the high priest in charge of pollen and nectar collection was completely unaware of it.

Sure enough, all the evidence pointed to the high priest named Gibran.

His rebellious intentions were obvious.

Samuel tracked down the matter without much effort, but the 'prophet' who was in charge of the temple did not take any action.

Samuel had wondered before: had the Prophet's control over the Temple been weakened? Or was this High Priest named Gibran truly exceptional?

Now he finally knew, because Gibran was the chosen pawn of the 'Prophet'.

The 'prophet' had known about his dirty deeds for a long time, and he was just waiting for the right time to judge him.

Now, the Prophet has seized the opportunity.

Gibran couldn't hold back and took action first. He played the trump card he had been keeping by his side.

The brother of the female bee guard who had impressed Samuel.

Gibran didn't know whether he used his mental power to control the female bee or whether the female bee was willing to do so.

Anyway, the female bee exploded before Samuel.

The blood he spilled attracted the attention of the other guard bees, causing them to gather together.

He exploded in mid-air, and the blood he turned into splattered all over the guard bees.

If Samuel was still in the same condition as before, he would most likely be driven crazy by the smell of blood.

Then he would kill the guard bees around him, whether it was one or a group.

Can a wasp that devours even its own guard bees show mercy to its people?

The answer is of course no.

Not only would Samuel lose all support from the people, but he would also fall into a self-destructive mood out of guilt and self-blame.

Then the temple will be safe again.

This 'king' who has not appeared for hundreds of years and whom the queen has high hopes for cannot shake its position.

But Gibran failed.

Before Gibran died, he and the 'Prophet' had the same questions.

——How did Samuel control his appetite?

——Is it because the female bee’s blood is not enough?

The difference is that Gibran only dared to think.

But the 'prophet' really dared to do it.

So he used his mental power to transform into a long arrow and shot Gibran to death in front of Samuel and many bees.

If Samuel loses control, that's for the best.

If not, he was only judging a pest who was harmful to the bee tribe.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Samuel's heart ached for a moment.

The silver arrow feather seemed to have pierced his chest as well.

He wanted to see the Prophet's expression again, but saw the Prophet standing on the high ground turned away, and the silver-white priest robe quickly disappeared into the night.

Samuel looked away.

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In the bedroom.

Ernest could sense His Majesty's sadness.

He transformed into his original form and approached His Majesty silently.

Use its furry back to lean on for your majesty.

Sure enough, His Majesty did not refuse.

He stood there for a few seconds, then turned sideways and buried his whole body in the deep fur.

"I shouldn't have had any illusions."

After a long time, Ernest heard His Majesty's muffled voice.

Ernest didn't say anything, he knew that what His Majesty needed now was to talk.

"He raised me single-handedly."

“He taught me to read and write.”

"It also taught me to control my mental power."

"He was also the one who predicted that I would be a disaster."

"It was he who awakened my wasp bloodline."

"Now, he wants to kill me again."

"Since you raised me, why would you kill me?"

"If you want to kill me, why bother raising me?"

Samuel sighed and buried his face in the warm fur.

He actually knew the answer to this question.

I just haven't wanted to admit it.

The 'Prophet' must have known from the beginning that he was of Wasp bloodline, and also knew that he had the talent to become a 'King'.

That's why they kept him by their side and didn't allow other bees to have contact with him.

The carnivorous nature of the wasp meant that it was difficult for him to gain the trust of other bees and become a beloved "king".

In this way, the 'prophet' can use him to awaken the Jiudie Spring and protect the location of the temple.

He is just a pawn.

Thinking of this, Samuel frowned.

If that's the case, why bother educating him?

Wouldn't it be better to just train him into a fool who is easy to control?

Samuel used his mental power to transform into a long arrow.

It was no different from the one that the prophet had stabbed Gibran with, except that it was a more dazzling golden color because it was his spiritual power.

Externalizing mental power is a very difficult operation, and he spent a long time learning from the prophet.

It took Samuel several years to transform the whip that became inseparable from his body into an arrow that could pierce distant fruits.

after……

Is he going to use this feathered arrow to pierce the Prophet's heart?

Just then, Samuel suddenly thought of something.

He stood up and looked at the big furry creature behind him.

——In the future described by the system called Ome, it was Ernest who slaughtered the temple.

If it were any other high priest, Samuel believed that Ernest could fight.

But the Prophet...

How could Ernest kill the 'Prophet'?

The terrifying attack power of the 'prophet's' mental power after externalization was so strong that even the high priest Gibran had no room to resist. Then how did Ernest succeed as a female bee who was already completely restrained by the mental power?

Is there any hidden secret?

What's more, in Ernest's previous life, there should have been no drones to build a mental barrier for him.

Because Ernest became a female bee because of his blessing.

With such an overbearing blessing, Ernest was destined to be his follower from the very beginning.

Therefore, Ernest's spiritual sea should be extremely fragile.

How did he do it...

Thinking of this, Samuel's heart ached again.

But this time, it wasn't for himself.

But it was for the little bumblebee who waited for nothing in the previous life.

Ome did not tell Samuel about Ernest's fate.

But Samuel knew better.

There was no way Ernest would survive.

If Ernest really went to the temple, he would kill the high priests who had hurt him.

Then he himself would definitely be seriously injured.

Although those high priests may not necessarily use the externalization of their mental power, using mental tentacles to attack the spiritual sea of female bees is something that all high-level male bees can do.

The puppy at that time had no mental barriers to protect him...

How painful it must be for him.

"His Majesty?"

Ernest noticed the slight sound made by His Majesty.

Then he felt a tear fall on his fur.

If tears did not also contain drone pheromones, Ernest might not have been able to detect these subtle changes.

But he has already become your Majesty's relative.

Any slight change in His Majesty would become a ripple in his eyes.

"that's all."

"Let me hold you for a while."

Samuel said softly.

Ernest dared not move.

He lay on the ground in silence, feeling His Majesty's tears like a rainstorm.

It wet all his hair and made it heavy and cold.

His heart also began to tremble because of this.

At this moment, Ernest felt that he was no longer a female bee guard.

He seemed to have become the most basic worker bee again.

A rainstorm was enough to kill him.

"Ernest." Samuel took a deep breath and asked in a self-torturing tone, "What kind of attack would make you feel like you're about to die?"

What kind of pain did the puppy in the previous life have to experience to...

Ernest didn't know why His Majesty asked such a question.

He was stunned for a moment and replied, "Your Majesty, it is now."

"What?"

"Your tears."

Ernest answered, his voice becoming very heavy.

"It felt like it was going to pierce my heart."

The tears of a lover are the sharpest weapon.

Ernest didn't know how to put this sentence.

His poor language made it impossible to come up with accurate words.

But he could describe his feelings to Samuel.

The tear seemed to penetrate Ernest's fur and then pierce into his chest.

Pierce that bewildered and confused heart.

It brought him tearing pain.

"I'm in pain."

Ernest repeated.

Samuel blinked away a tear that was about to fall.

Is that so?

So, when the puppy saw his body...

The puppy has died.

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Ernest looked at His Majesty nervously.

He didn't know why His Majesty showed such a vulnerable expression after he said this.

It's like a fragile flower that is about to wither in the rainstorm.

"Your Majesty..." The short, fat tentacles on Ernest's head moved slightly. "Your Majesty, I was joking."

"You know, my fur is very thick. Even the bee-eater's claws can hardly pierce my skin."

"Among the bee tribe, if you ask who has the toughest skin and the thickest flesh, I'm the one."

As he spoke, he moved his body, trying to show His Majesty his defensive ability.

When Samuel heard what Ernest said, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Of course he knew that Ernest was comforting him, but...

A guy like this who is clumsy in speech is really an anomaly among the bee tribe.

After all, the bees, who always linger among the flowers, are famous among the insects for their sweet talk.

"Fool."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Ernest's trembling, furry tentacles.

They weren't really very stretchy, but there was enough fuzz on them for Samuel to squeeze.

Like a stuffed toy with a hard heart.

"But Your Majesty..." Ernest hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to spoil His Majesty's mood, but he still asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Samuel was silent for a moment.

Even if he asked Ernest about the past life and why the 'prophet' was killed by him, Ernest would not know.

We can only wait and see when that system appears again.

And the temple...

As the number of female bees blessed by Samuel increases, the influence of other high priests in the temple will gradually weaken.

Samuel wasn't worried about that.

What he was worried about was that if all power returned to the hands of the 'king', then once the 'king' failed in his duties, the entire bee tribe would suffer a devastating blow.

Now that the Jiudie Spring has dried up, if he wants to fight against the temple, he can only bless it himself.

However, the bees blessed by him naturally submit to him. If he unfortunately goes mad one day, these bees will not even have the ability to resist him.

Can he really do it?

Moreover, if he passes away and the "king" generation is extinct again, what will happen to the bee tribe?

The high priests could still check and balance each other, but the 'King'...

Samuel pondered.

At this moment, he suddenly understood the Prophet's thoughts.

The 'Prophet' was using him to check and balance the Temple, and was also using the Temple to check and balance him.

The actual ruler of the bee tribe is also always worried about the fate of the bee tribe.

Although he does not hold the title of "king", he actually does what a "king" does.

But... as far as Samuel knew, although the high priests in the temple had their own thoughts, they still believed in the 'prophet' very much.

And Samuel before...

Even more so.

Then why did the 'prophet' feed the flesh and blood of his compatriots? Was it just to give him a handle?

Before he consumed flesh and blood, he had already caused the water of Jiudie Spring to surge, and he already had a natural leadership position in the hearts of many bee tribes.

The seeds of conflict of interest between him and the temple had already been planted, and a relationship of mutual restraint had been formed.

But this conflict seemed very mild because of Samuel's obedience, like an undercurrent beneath the thick ice.

The 'Prophet' can firmly grasp this balance.

If the Prophet simply wanted to control a pawn, there was no need to feed it flesh and blood. Once a wasp had eaten flesh and blood, both its mental strength and physical strength would become stronger.

What good would it do for the 'prophet' to increase his mental strength?

The more powerful the piece, the harder it is to control.

The rapid expansion of one side is bound to lead to strong resistance from the other side, and the contradiction will intensify.

This is not a mistake a 'prophet' would make.

Taking things step by step and making gradual transitions is the Prophet's usual approach, just like when he adopted Samuel twenty years ago.

But Samuel was able to confirm that the soup was prepared by the 'Prophet'.

So why is this happening?

The fact that Samuel was a wasp only had to wait until the moment he disobeyed—

wrong.

Samuel sat up suddenly.

His fists clenched unconsciously.

——What if the ‘prophet’ can’t wait until that moment?

The checks and balances he mentioned can only occur when the "prophet" is present.

Otherwise, Samuel would not accept the temple's imprisonment, and the temple would not allow Samuel to become the only 'king' of the bee tribe.

Samuel was still wondering how Ernest in his previous life could kill the Prophet.

Now……

He had a terrible guess.

What if the 'prophet' was already at the end of his strength?

After thinking about it carefully, Samuel realized that he didn't understand the "prophet" at all.

His name, age, and past all seem like a mystery.

Even though Samuel had always been with the 'Prophet', he had never heard any bee tribe call the 'Prophet' by his name.

All his private emotions, past and future were blurred.

Only one code name and one identity remained, and that was - 'The Prophet'.

"His Majesty?"

Seeing Samuel fall into a long silence, Ernest asked softly.

He transformed into a human form, and his brown eyes were filled with unconcealable worry.

"What's wrong with you?"

Samuel came back to his senses.

He looked at Ernest steadily, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"Puppy, help me find Tyron."

“Hurry!”

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Tyron couldn't fall asleep in the hive.

The scenes that happened at the party kept flashing before its eyes.

"Taren, Tairen, your eyes are wide open, are you scared?"

The worker bee that lived next to him buzzed.

"But what happened today was horrific. You even dared to fly towards His Majesty!"

The other bees also responded, "That's right! Tyron, you are so brave. I was so scared at that time. Why did that female bee explode in the air..."

"You actually dared to fly over there, are you trying to protect His Majesty?"

"But you're so small, what can you possibly block?!"

"I was very close at the time, and I even heard the female bee say something like, 'Your Majesty ate his brother!'"

"Stop talking nonsense! Your Majesty is not that kind of bee at all!"

"that is!"

The noise in the hive made Terran's head buzz, so he simply climbed out of the hive to get some fresh air.

There will be many female bee guards on the Santo grassland tonight, so there is no need to worry about safety.

He flew onto a small flower that had not yet closed.

My head is buzzing.

His spiritual sea has not yet been fully opened, so he cannot think about too many complicated things.

When the commotion broke out, he flew towards His Majesty without a second thought.

Although he is still a junior worker bee, his desire to protect His Majesty is the same as those guard bees.

He landed on His Majesty's shoulder and hooked his Majesty's clothes with his six claws, trying to take him away.

Unfortunately, he is too small to be of any use.

Then he noticed that His Majesty's eyes had lost focus.

as if……

It feels like a dream.

Golden spiritual power continued to emanate from him, but it was not as gentle and tolerant as when His Majesty bestowed the blessing.

They became particularly hard, like whips, swords, and snakes.

In short, it's some terrible stuff.

Then, the strong female bee hugged Your Majesty tightly.

——"Have you been eaten by me too?"

Tai Lun clearly heard His Majesty say this.

So Your Majesty will really eat his compatriots!

Before Terran could be surprised, he heard the female bee's denial.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he realized that His Majesty could not hear what Lady Bee was saying at all.

It's like being trapped in a nightmare.

Terran also became anxious. He didn't know why His Majesty had become like this, but those mental powers looked very dangerous!

Until the female bee came close to His Majesty and said something.

His voice was quiet, but Tyron was so close.

Wasps can nurse their young.

Terran thought he had misheard, after all, he had never heard that the bee tribe was raised on milk.

But His Majesty repeated it again.

He heard those two words clearly!

What does this mean?

Your Majesty, do you not eat the flesh of female bees, but drink their milk?!

Then, Your Majesty was so hungry last time that he had to gnaw on his wings. Was it because the female bee’s... was not enough?

But he was so big, bigger than any female bee Tyran had ever seen...

Even so, Your Majesty, can't you eat enough?

Tyron was in great worry. If the selection of the Guard Bees depended on this, how could he ensure that he would be selected?

"I don't know if I can grow this big..."

"Tyron?"

A familiar voice came from the sky. When Terran came to his senses, he saw the female bee who had just appeared in his mind folding her wings and landing in front of him.

"Female, Lady Bee!"

Ernest now confirmed that this worker bee was Terran.

Because primary worker bees do not have humanoid mimicry and are small in size, the patterns on their bodies are difficult to distinguish from a distance, so Ernest is not sure.

Your Majesty, on the other hand, can accurately identify all the worker bees every time.

Your Majesty is truly gifted.

"Mr. Bee, why are you here?"

"His Majesty has something to ask you. Please follow me."

"Looking for me?"

Tyron was a little confused, but he still climbed onto Ernest's shoulders obediently.

Ernest flapped his wings and took off.

His speed was countless times faster than that of Terran, who was still a junior worker bee.

Tyron felt the whistling wind and his claws hooked tightly onto Ernest's clothes.

"Mrs. Bee...I have something to ask you."

Tai Lun thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Um?"

"Um, will His Majesty really eat your food?"

Ernest's body tilted and he suddenly fell dozens of meters.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and managed to steady himself.

"you--"

Tyron was also shocked.

"I'm sorry, I heard that."

Tyron explained.

"I was on your Majesty's clothes at the time, and I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

"And I didn't tell anyone!"

Ernest coughed lightly.

Although the matter of feeding wasps was written in the Queen's books and was considered an extremely sacred thing by Ernest, this sacredness changed after he realized his love for Her Majesty.

It's like pure white petals being crushed, revealing slightly pink juice. The cool fragrance remains on the fingers, and with the addition of body temperature, it becomes rich and warm.

In short, it is something that cannot be told to outsiders.

What's more, Ernest was also afraid that this matter would be exploited by someone with ulterior motives to cause harm to His Majesty.

"Don't mention this matter again."

Ernest warned Tyron.

Tyron agreed obediently, then lowered his voice.

"Excuse me, Lady Bee, I have something else to ask. Um... does His Majesty consider size when selecting his guard bees?"

Ernest answered quickly.

"Won't."

"What the Guard Bee needs most is loyalty to His Majesty."

"At that time, you flew over to protect His Majesty, right?"

Ernest replied.

"You've already achieved one of the Guard Bee's rules. Please keep up the good work."

"Yes! Lady Bee! I will definitely become a Guard Bee!"