Chapter 46 This insect is really... baring its breasts!
Horace felt the gentle embrace of the king's aura, and the insect knelt there in a daze, unable to react for a moment.
Even his dark red eyes, which always carried a hint of arrogance, were now filled with a silly, bewildered look.
After a while, feeling his injuries gradually healing and his energy being replenished, he finally realized:
The king is treating him!
The king is expending his own energy to heal him!
Horace stared blankly at the black-haired, black-eyed figure before him:
Would a king treat an insect like that?
Shouldn't the king rebuke his incompetence, despise his scarce energy, and then throw him out of the hive?
His bloodline memories had always told him this.
Therefore, he strives to become stronger.
Therefore, he had to try his best to pretend that he didn't care about the king.
In this way, when he is rejected by the king, he can die at the king's hands without caring.
But... the king did not despise him.
The king also saved him.
Horace looked up and clearly saw the tenderness in the king's eyes.
He saw Wang reach out and ruffle his hair, his voice tinged with gentle concern:
Are you feeling better?
Horace was now driven only by instinct; he nodded blankly, his voice fading:
"alright."
"Completely healed."
He's so strong now he could kill three Fedoroks with one punch!
He looked at Wang, his worm brain churning chaotically:
If only... if only I could stay by the side of a king like this forever.
Ai Ying breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Horace's answer.
She finally raised her head and looked at the other three insects.
She could sense the subtle aversion that Fidelock, Savile, and Isaiah had towards Horace.
She knew that it was normal for the lord insects to have occasional friction, and she didn't want to smooth out their edges and turn them into uniform, obedient insects.
Therefore, as long as they keep their playful antics within limits, she won't interfere.
But……
Horace has not yet been bound to her contract, and even if she uses her Gu magic to treat his injuries, it is only a temporary solution.
He is now completely unable to contend with three fully healthy Lord Bugs.
Thinking of this, Ai Ying glanced at the four insects indifferently and warned:
"I don't like fighting insects."
"From now on, don't let me see you fighting, understand?"
Hearing her serious tone, the four insects dared not hesitate and bowed their heads respectfully in reply:
"yes."
Fidelock, Saville, and Isaiah all knew that the king was warning them not to harm Horace.
They could not disobey the king's orders.
However, the thought that Horace, this insect, had received such attention and favor from the king so soon after arriving at his side caused an uncontrollable surge of sourness in their insect cores.
Each of the three insects concealed their deep loathing for Horace in their eyes, striving to maintain their obedient and docile demeanor.
However, Horace, who was hated by all the insects because of the king's favoritism, had a faint hint of grievance in his dark red eyes.
As the most combative of the lord insects, he thought the king was warning him.
We need to get him to put aside his old temper of fighting all the time.
Horace continued to try to maintain an indifferent expression, his dark red eyes blinking repeatedly:
He couldn't be bothered with something as boring as fighting!
Even if the king doesn't give the order, he... won't bother to do it!
When Wang returned to his room to rest, he finally stood up as if nothing had happened.
As soon as he turned around, he met three pairs of eyes filled with coldness and disgust.
The thought of Horace kneeling in the spot that should have been his filled Fidelock with uncontrollable disgust.
Saville also felt that Horace's arrival would further diminish the king's already limited attention to him, and his deep blue eyes were filled with resentment towards Horace.
Isaiah, because of the king's warning to them, regarded Horace as the number one insect enemy, and was even more wary of him than of Fidelock, whom the king had always favored.
He narrowed his amber eyes slightly, and his insect brain quickly devised a solution.
The king forbids them from fighting.
However, they were not forbidden from talking.
As a bug valued by the king, it's perfectly normal for him to have a friendly exchange with the new bug.
Isaiah glanced up and down at the insects, who were now radiant after being treated by the king and had been arrogantly ignoring them, and gave a silent, cold laugh.
He took two steps toward Horace, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if the worm that had almost crushed his back teeth just moments before wasn't him.
His voice was friendly.
"Since you have already been accepted by the king..."
He paused here, then smiled enigmatically:
"I misspoke."
“You are merely permitted to stay by the king’s side; you have not gained the king’s approval at all.”
On the skin in front of the Isaiah insect core, the mark left by the King Contract flashed just right.
He knew that even if Horace chose not to be marked by the king and tried to gain the king's attention with his injuries, the depths of the insect core could not truly reject the king's approval.
This is an instinct that all insects possess from the moment they are born.
Sure enough, as soon as Isaiah finished speaking, Horace clenched his fists tightly, his dark red eyes blazing with fury.
In the past, regardless of whether he could win or lose, Horace's fire breath would have already hit Isaiah's face.
He has never been one to swallow his anger.
If anyone provokes him, even if he is physically weak, he will skin them alive before he dies, to show them his power.
But now, his worm core was pulsating violently, yet ultimately he made no move:
He doesn't like fighting at all!
Fighting is pointless!
Horace gave Isaiah a vicious glare at the glaring mark on his chest, then snorted and looked away.
When Isaiah saw that he had actually restrained his anger, a hint of surprise appeared in his amber eyes.
However, he did not expect that a few words would make Horace disregard the king's orders.
He just wanted to dampen his arrogance and make him stop acting like a smug little bug.
Isaiah smiled at him in a friendly manner and said quietly:
"You're just an insect that the king doesn't approve of. Next time, remember to stay away from the king."
"You need to be more sensible."
"You can't wait until the king speaks up himself to realize you've gotten in his way, can you?"
Seeing that Horace still didn't react, Isaiah left with a mocking look in his eyes.
However, the mark of the insect mother in front of his insect core always shone brightly.
Fiedlock and Saville casually showed Horace the mark of the Queen of Insects on their bodies before leaving.
After the three insects had left, Horace finally loosened his clenched hands.
He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes filled with suppressed grievance:
snort!
A bunch of ugly and useless worms!
Besides the king's recognition of them, what else do they have to boast about?!
He's not envious at all!
the next day.
Ai Ying changed her mood and went to another study in the insect hive to look at the current state of interstellar affairs.
The insect hive has been constantly adjusted to suit her preferences.
Knowing that she liked to look out the window, all the studies were equipped with an energy window that allowed her to see the view outside.
After reading for a while, Ai Ying subconsciously looked up at the nests standing in the storm outside the window.
Seeing that even after being battered by the storm, Chao Xue remained unharmed, she nodded in satisfaction.
She looked out the window and took a sip of the vegetable juice from the table.
Just then, she saw the reflection on the energy window and her movements suddenly froze.
Fiedlock, Savile, and Isaiah also noticed the insect that had appeared in the study.
Looking at Horace's clothes, they clenched their fists tightly, their eyes blazing with barely contained anger.
Bad bug!
What a useless, wicked bug that only knows how to attract the king's attention with its body!
Such vulgar and harmful customs!
Horace walked forward calmly with his head held high.
He was dressed in a dark red outfit with the collar plunging down to his abs, and his long, dark purple hair was casually draped over his back.
The interplay of black and purple with dark red creates a seemingly contradictory yet harmonious effect.
What's even more captivating is his skin, which appears even whiter and more striking beneath his dark red clothes.
His skin was corroded countless times in the polar magma, and each time he left the polar magma, his entire body's skin would regenerate from the corrosion.
This directly consumes his insect life, and at the same time, the newly formed skin is more susceptible to damage.
But at the same time, precisely because his skin is all new, it has a fair and smooth feel that no insect has.
The scales on his face had fully recovered, and the dark red scales made him even more alluring and beautiful.
Following the scales down his neck, you can clearly see the perfectly sculpted yet powerful abdominal muscles covering his body.
Horace could feel the gazes of the other insects directed at him.
He knew they must be laughing at his bare, unmarked skin in front of the worm core from inside the worm brain.
The more he thought about it, the more proudly he raised his head.
He wouldn't stoop to associating with such insects!
As for why he wore this outfit today?
It wasn't because she wanted Wang to remember that she hadn't yet accepted him.
He's just too hot!
That's right, it's too hot, so it's perfectly normal for him to wear less clothing!
The other three insects were seething with hatred as Horace walked towards the king without looking to either side.
If it weren't for the king's orders, Fiedlock would have loved to punch that smug face that was so similar in skin color to the king's.
What a disgusting face!
What a despicable, scheming worm!
After seeing the reflection in the energy window, Ai Ying turned her head with a conflicted expression and looked at Horace, who was walking in her direction.
Cough cough—
Of all the lord insects she'd encountered, this was the first one to wear a low-cut top in front of her.
It shouldn't be cold, right?
Just as she put down the plant extract in her hand, about to say something...
Savile, who always focused his attention on the King and paid no attention to the other insects, held the King's recently favorite ancient human-style snacks in his hands and walked quickly toward the King.
He 'accidentally' bumped into Horace while walking.
Although Horace's physical injuries have been healed by the king, he is no match for Savile in his prime.
He was knocked so hard he stumbled, and the insect uncontrollably took several steps back.
Horace, realizing what had happened, had no intention of causing trouble for Saviel who had bumped into him. He abruptly raised his head and looked at the King, his insect core filled with panic:
He was actually knocked backward so easily?!
Will Wang think he's useless?
He was already knocked down by Fedorok's energy, but when Saville bumped into him, he almost fell over?!
He couldn't even imagine how useless a bug the king would think of him if he saw this scene.
Horace grew increasingly panicked, his face turning deathly pale in an instant:
Will the king discard him because he's too incompetent?
Will they kick him off Noah's Planet?
Will I never want to see him again?!
Not far away, Isaiah watched Horace, whose face had turned deathly pale from just a light bump from Savile, and who looked as if he could die any second from there. He almost bit his tooth to pieces.
These are all lord insects who have lived for three hundred years. What kind of miserable insect show is Horace putting on for them here?
We can't let him attract the king's attention any longer!
Isaiah glanced at Horace's collar, which was plunging to his waist, and unconsciously pulled his own collar down a little as well.
Then he casually walked over to Horace, and with a friendly expression, helped him pull his clothes closer together, while feigning helplessness and subtly changing the subject:
"Horace, you're so tired you can barely stand."
"It's time to get some rest."
Ideally, I could just rest for the rest of my life!
Upon hearing his words, Horace's face instantly went from deathly pale to a furious red, and several strands of his dark purple hair stood on end.
"You're the one who can't stand up!"
"None of the insects in your entire territory can stand firm!"
At this point, he glanced cautiously at Wang with his dark red pupils, and stubbornly defended himself:
"It's clearly your eyesight that's bad!"
"I just wanted to take a stroll!"
"It's not that I can't stand up at all!!"
Ai Ying gestured for Saville to put what he was holding on the table, then turned around and looked helplessly at the two insects that were about to start arguing.
It was only when Horace stood with the other insects that she truly understood the difference between them.
Although they all look almost perfect.
But their inner selves are completely different.
She didn't even need to use her Gu magic to examine Horace's body to sense that his life force was nearing its end.
If Isaiah was a blazing flame, then Horace was like a match that had burned down to half its original size.
Even with her Gu magic healing him, she could only treat the visible injuries on his body.
His depletion of blood from the insects was completely incurable.
Now, Horace's three contracted insects don't even need to target him; they can just accidentally bump into him and cause him to fall and get injured.
But Horace still doesn't seem to have any intention of being bound to her contract.
He always acted as if he was only by her side because of his status as a lord.
Thinking of this, Ai Ying sighed helplessly:
Never mind, some things can't be rushed.
Take your time.
Upon hearing the king's sigh, Horace lost all desire to argue with Isaiah.
He stood there anxiously:
Is Wang very disappointed in him?
It must be, the king sighed because of him.
Is Wang going to get rid of him next?
Horace's eyes involuntarily flushed red.
He pursed his lips and lowered his head nonchalantly.
If you're going to be kicked out, then so be it...
At worst, he can continue searching for treasure!
He doesn't necessarily want to...
You absolutely have to...
Ai Ying looked at the insect, who seemed to want to bury his head in his chest, and took a bottle of top-grade energy liquid from the folded space and threw it to him.
Horace instinctively caught the bottle that the king threw in front of him.
Upon seeing the energy liquid in the bottle, he seemed still dazed. He quickly went to Wang's side and presented the energy liquid to Wang with both hands:
"Your Majesty, your energy fluid has been spilled."
In the memories of all the insects, there was absolutely no such thing as sharing food.
Therefore, his first reaction upon seeing the energy liquid was that Wang had thrown the wrong thing.
Ai Ying couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips in a smile at his words.
Is there such a perfect energy liquid that just happens to fall right in front of him?
She ruffled his dark purple hair and gave a light, commanding tone:
"Drink it."
Horace's eyes widened suddenly as he looked at the king, his expression as bewildered as a newly hatched insect:
"Did you drink it...?"
Seeing Wang Hanxiao nod, a strange yet warm feeling surged through his insect core.
At this moment, all he wanted was to take out his insect core and offer it to the king.
He took a deep breath and, following the king's orders, drank all the energy liquid.
Even if the king wanted to kill him after he finished drinking, he would willingly be killed by the king.
After finishing the drink, Horace clutched the empty bottle tightly. As if remembering something, he quickly took out the Firestone he had finally obtained a few days ago from the folded space.
He presented the fire-colored stone to the king as if it were a precious treasure.
Ai Ying looked at the shimmering gem he held in his hands, with a faint flame flickering in its center, and a flash of surprise crossed her eyes.
She was not surprised by the beauty of the gemstone; she was surprised because she could feel the scent of Horace's blood on it.
The aura is very faint and will likely dissipate completely in a few days.
She picked up the jewel from Horace's hand, her voice tinged with a sigh:
"It must have been hard to get it, right?"
Why are these insects all preparing gifts for her, even disregarding their own bodies?
Horace realized instantly that this was a good opportunity to show his strength in front of the king.
He shook his head vigorously, looking relaxed, and said:
"It's not tiring at all!"
"Once I got to Fire Cloud Star, I just randomly looked for it and picked it up!"
Upon hearing this, Isaiah seemed unable to listen any longer and slammed his eyes shut.
hehe.
Did they think the King couldn't sense the scent of his blood on the Firestone?!
How despicable!
First, he let the king know that he was seriously injured in order to obtain the Firestone. Then, when the king asked him about it, he pretended to be fine and pitiful, thus arousing the king's pity.
What a scheming and wicked creature!
Horace had no idea what Isaiah was thinking.
He truly didn't know that the Firestone carried his bloody scent.
For the past three hundred years, he has spent almost half of each year immersed in his own insect blood, and has long been accustomed to the taste of his own insect blood, so he cannot detect the faint aura on the firestone that is about to dissipate.
He thought he had successfully demonstrated his power to the king, and his expression was extremely proud.
He looked at the fire-colored stone in Wang's hand and said excitedly:
"If Your Majesty likes them, I'll go find a few more for you right away!"
"It's not difficult at all!"
He reiterated:
"It's so easy!!"
Horace looked up at the king with great effort, as if an invisible tail was wagging behind him.
Ai Ying sensed the joy and excitement within his insect core, knowing that he did not reject her as his king.
Perhaps, he just needs her to give him more time.
Thinking of this, she shook the firestone in her hand:
"This one is enough."
"I love so much."
The king said she liked the treasures he presented!
Horace's eyes lit up immediately:
The king loved the jewels he presented!
Wang likes him!
Realizing this, the fire around him surged out uncontrollably, dancing merrily around him.
After a while, Horace finally managed to suppress the excitement within the insect core.
He looked up, his eyes filled with a trust and reliance that he himself was unaware of:
The king hasn't left his mark on him yet... it must be because the king is too busy!
It's... quite normal that Wang is so busy with so many things every day that he forgot to acknowledge him!
The Horace worm's brain has a very simple thought process.
Since the king forgot, wouldn't it be better to remind him soon?
Thinking of this, he tried to straighten his chest, wanting Wang to see that his skin in front of the insect core was empty, without any marks.
Ai Ying accepted the Firestone and put it into the folded space. Then, she turned her head and saw Horace's slender but powerful skin.
After accidentally brushing against a speck of pink in the white paper, she belatedly realized what she had seen and abruptly turned to look at the paper book on the table:
Cough cough—
This book is really good.
Horace had assumed that the king would acknowledge him once he saw his unmarked skin.
Unexpectedly, Wang turned his gaze away expressionlessly.
His expression dimmed for a moment, then brightened again:
Anyway, the king likes him!
One day, the king will acknowledge him!
Looking at this scene not far away, the insects that were biting their back teeth included not only Isaiah, but also Fidelock and Saville.
As they watched Horace baring his breasts and shamelessly pressing himself against the king, every insect cursed his actions from within its core.
After the king left, Fiedlock was the first to lose his temper, his voice so cold it seemed it could freeze any insect to death:
"You, a weak insect so fragile you could be pushed over with a single push, do you even deserve to stay by the king's side?"
Although he really wanted to beat him up, he didn't dare to move at all.
At this point, Fiedlock finally realized just how cunning Horace was.
Now, let alone hitting him, even if he's just pushed, he can pretend to fall and get injured, and then go to the king to complain!
After complaining, they would pretend to be innocent and say to the king that they had accidentally fallen.
Fiedlock stared at Horace's bare chest, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked.
That's disgusting!
How could there be such a disgusting bug as Horace in StarCraft?!
Fidelock's words struck a nerve with Horace, whose face turned deathly pale in an instant.
His biggest fear was to appear weak and incompetent in front of the king.
His bloodline memories told him that the king had no need for useless lord insects.
At this moment, Saville also spoke coldly:
"You're such a worthless insect who doesn't even know the king's preferences or what the king needs..."
“If it weren’t for the king’s leniency, you would probably have been abandoned by the king long ago, and would have been left all alone to guard your territory and wait to die.”
Horace suddenly clenched his fists, and the insect core was instantly filled with rage.
Isaiah walked up beside them with a smile in his eyes.
He glanced at Horace from head to toe, his voice tinged with a slight chuckle:
"Look, even dressed like this, did Wang Duo even glance at you?"
"Even Wang Shizhi doesn't want to acknowledge you."
The words of the three insects were like sharp blades piercing Horace's insect core, each wound more severe and painful than the last.
Horace's dark red eyes deepened, turning into a blackish-red.
As the most easily enraged and angry lord insect, in the past, regardless of whether he could win or not, his fire breath would have already burned all three insects to ashes.
But now.
Horace remembered the king's order forbidding fighting, and despite his trembling body, the fire within him did not emanate even slightly.
In an instant, the panic of not being recognized by the king, the exposure of his inner thoughts, and the anger of being ridiculed by other insects were all intertwined.
This caused his worm core to shrink painfully into a ball.
But aside from fighting, he had no idea how to deal with this situation or how to shut the insects up.
He stood there, his right hand tightly gripping the empty energy bottle, as if it were his last support.
Even though he was tilting his head back, the insect felt that he was about to cry.
Isaiah sensed the emotional fluctuations Horace was releasing around him, and a bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart:
Horace is definitely not the type to go back on his word.
What on earth is he thinking, that he would choose to express emotions that other insects would desperately try to hide?
Isaiah seemed to have thought of something, and his hand suddenly trembled:
The king should not be asleep yet...
Just then, a cold question came from behind them:
What are you doing?
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Author's Note: Horace: Just Breathing
All the insects: He's just pretending to be pitiful again!!
Mwah to all my darlings, I love you all so much! Sending you a big heart! [heart][heart]
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