Chapter 158 Tears

In the temple.

Kimir was excited. He looked at the expressionless 'prophet' who didn't know what he was thinking, but he couldn't help but speak first.

"Even when faced with the blood of a high-level drone, Samuel wouldn't lose control! Perhaps the bloodline of wasps isn't that bad after all. They were once a very large population! That terrible 'future' doesn't necessarily have to become a reality. We don't need—"

"So what?"

The prophet's voice, as cold as ice, interrupted the old priest's excited words.

"The waters of the Jiudi Spring have dried up, but Samuel's spiritual power remains strong." The Prophet lowered his eyes. "The High Priest needs the spring water to bless the worker bees, but Samuel doesn't."

Kimmel was silent.

They all witnessed the blessing ceremony on Spring Brewing Day today.

Samuel can bless tens of thousands of worker bees without any assistance.

Over time, Samuel will gradually replace the temple.

He sighed.

Hundreds of years ago, a fierce battle plunged the Bee Tribe into unprecedented difficulties.

The Jiudie Spring has dried up, and the "King" has yet to show up. Sooner or later, the remaining water will be used up.

The continuation of the entire bee colony is closely related to this spring water. Not only do worker bees need it to transform into female bees, but even drones need it to increase their mental strength.

The bee tribe fell into civil strife over the remaining spring water.

In order to quell the dispute, several powerful drones stepped forward and successfully saved the crisis.

Since the establishment of the temple, the bee tribe has changed from being led by a "king" to being jointly managed by 12 high priests.

This was originally a necessary measure, but as this management model evolved, the power of the temple had become deeply entrenched, and many drawbacks had arisen as a result.

The high priests regard female bees as resources that can be plundered. They act independently and are even willing to sacrifice the interests of the entire bee colony in order to develop their own power.

This is even under the pressure of a "prophet".

The former 'prophet' was actively looking for ways to change, and at this time, a new 'king' appeared.

Originally, the appearance of the "King" was a good thing for the bee tribe, but Yulia...

Thinking of this, Kimir's pale green eyes were filled with sorrow.

That is also a history that needs to be buried for the bee tribe.

The development of the bee tribe went from one extreme to another, and the temple paid an extremely painful price for it.

A group without a leader will lead to each doing its own thing, but a single person dominating the group is not a good thing either.

Kimir heard the 'prophet' sigh softly.

"Go check if there are any female bees that have disappeared recently."

"You, you think Samuel—"

Kimir's eyes widened.

"He's a wasp."

The Prophet looked at Kimir with his silver eyes.

Once a wasp starts eating flesh, it can't stop.

Samuel's condition improved visibly, and he was even able to endure the blood of the drone.

This only means that he was very full.

So where does his nourishment come from?

"Maybe I really did something wrong."

The 'Prophet' closed his eyes.

"No!" Kimir denied, "That's not your fault. You are doing this for the future of the bee tribe—"

"But the victim doesn't think that way."

The Prophet's voice was quite cold.

"After I leave, who in the temple can suppress him?"

Kimir looked at the 'Prophet' sadly.

"Is it time already..."

The Prophet's fingers on the armrest moved slightly.

At that moment, Kimir clearly saw that the white and smooth hands were suddenly covered with wrinkles.

Like a crumpled piece of leather, a withered petal.

In the blink of an eye, it was back to normal.

But Kimmel knew that the change in that instant was not an illusion.

He felt desolate in his heart.

No wonder the "prophet" who has always lived in seclusion suddenly appeared at the party and dealt with Gibran in an extremely high-profile manner.

Because his body can't hold on much longer.

Bees have a long lifespan and a long period of prime age. Only in the last years of their lives do they age rapidly and appear old.

The mental strength of a drone whose body is aging will also decline rapidly.

Therefore, the 'prophet' must reduce the number of times he appears in front of the bee tribe. In such an unclear situation, he must not let other high priests discover his situation.

That's why the 'prophet' decided to take action to intimidate the high priests who were spying in secret.

Kimir clenched his fists.

If the water from the Jiudi Spring was still as abundant as before, the situation of the Prophet would be much better...

But the Jiudiequan spring has dried up again.

No one knows when the water of Jiudiequan will flow again.

If Samuel can no longer awaken it, when will the next 'king' appear?

Is this 'prophet' who has led the bee tribe for nearly a hundred years finally going to fall...

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"Your Majesty, I haven't heard the whole story..."

Tyron hung his head in shame.

"I'm sorry, I-I don't dare fly too close."

And he couldn't remember so many words.

The minds of primary worker bees are still undeveloped, and their memories are very scattered and fragmentary.

If it weren't for the blessing Samuel had given him earlier, Terran's IQ would have been even lower.

"It's okay, just tell me what you heard."

Samuel soothed.

So Tyron began to repeat.

"One voice said he was wrong. Another voice said he was not wrong."

"One voice said hold him down, and another said there was no time."

Samuel narrowed his eyes.

so……

Is it the 'prophet' who has run out of time?

What exactly happened?

Tai Lun thought that the information he brought was too little, and he couldn't help but blame himself.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I can't be of any help to you..."

"No, thank you."

Samuel came back to his senses.

The intelligence of primary worker bees is not yet developed, so their spiritual sea is almost non-existent.

The reason why male bees have such keen perception is that they can recognize the mental sea of other female bees.

For worker bees without a spiritual sea, the drone's spiritual tentacles are difficult to use.

This is also the reason why Samuel did not notice Ernest when he accidentally gave him the blessing.

Therefore, going to the temple to inquire about the news...

No other bee could do it, not even Samuel.

There is a strong territorial effect between drones, and the more powerful the drones are, the more obvious it is.

Just as the 'prophet' was extremely conspicuous to him, his mental power was like a light in the eyes of the 'prophet'.

Only worker bees.

However, although worker bees are secretive, their IQ is too low. They lack memory and language expression skills, act erratically, and find it difficult to follow instructions.

So Samuel thought of Tyron.

The words of the King carry power.

That day on the Santo grassland, Samuel said to Tyron, "There will be a day like this." Tyron was lucky enough to receive the blessing.

But she was too young and had not undergone long-term training, so she did not become a female bee.

However, his intelligence has changed slightly, and it is only a matter of time before he becomes a female bee.

Therefore, Tyrannosaurus is the best choice for Zerg.

"You've been a great help to me."

Samuel said.

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When Ernest came back, it was already late.

He looked at His Majesty sitting beside the Jiudie Spring, with his head tilted back, wondering what he was thinking about.

Ernest did not interrupt His Majesty's thoughts. He just sat quietly behind His Majesty, like a companion beast guarding a treasure.

"Ernest, do you know?"

Samuel spoke.

"I have stayed in this palace for a long, long time..."

Ernest knew that His Majesty was in soft captivity. He knew that His Majesty loved sunshine by nature and would read on the lawn whenever he had free time.

I often miss time.

But he didn't know that the long time Samuel was talking about was several times longer than he had guessed.

"But I've been following the Prophet longer."

"Even before I awakened Jiudiequan, I had been following him."

"Apart from him, I rarely come into contact with other bee tribes."

"So at first, I could hardly speak. Because the 'prophet' was also a man of few words."

"Later, when he discovered this, he began to demand that I say a hundred sentences a day."

Samuel couldn't help but curl his lips when he thought of what happened before.

"I didn't like to talk at first, or rather, I thought all bee tribes spoke like the Prophet."

"So I just used 'um' and 'yes' to make up the numbers."

"The 'prophet' realized that this method didn't work, so he started talking to me."

"He also forced me to read the contents of the book out loud."

"I consider him like a father."

"So I never knew why we ended up like this."

Samuel sighed.

"I've wondered many times when he started using me as a pawn."

"Is it the time for me to awaken the Jiu Die Spring?"

"Is it when he grounded me?"

"And when he fed me that bowl of soup?"

Samuel blinked his dry eyes and looked towards the highest point of Jiudie Spring.

"But I actually knew it when he adopted me."

"He has done so many cruel things to me," Samuel said. "When he shot that arrow, he had already predicted my end."

Apart from Samuel and Ernest, no one else in the bee tribe knew that wasps could raise their own young through lactation.

Therefore, when the 'prophet' shot that arrow, he had completely given up on Samuel.

How could a hungry Samuel resist the feast that lay before him?

"I should hate him."

Samuel emphasized.

"but why……"

He didn't continue.

It seems that if I admit that I am soft-hearted, I will lose miserably.

"His Majesty."

Ernest stretched out his arms and embraced His Majesty from behind.

Once again, he was grateful for his bumblebee racial characteristics and once again thankful for his overly tall body.

In this way, he could completely hold His Majesty in his arms.

Ernest thought, if only he could embrace His Majesty's heart as he embraced His Majesty's body.

Become His Majesty's armor and block all harm for him.

But he couldn't do it.

He could only watch His Majesty sad.

This made his heart ache.

"Your Majesty admires him."

"And your Majesty resents him."

“It can exist at the same time.”

Ernest said.

"Love and hate can exist at the same time."

"But love and hate cannot cancel each other out."

Ernest tightened his hands, trying to use his body temperature to warm the weak drone.

"Your Majesty can continue to love him and thank him. Because he raised Your Majesty."

"But Ernest won't."

"I hate him so much."

Samuel said nothing.

He felt a hot tear fall onto his neck.

turn out to be.

A lover's tears are more than just weapons.

It is also a good medicine.