Chapter 134 Prank
The golden tentacles spread throughout the bedroom and in a moment touched Dreiser's eyebrows.
The severe pain made him writhe on the ground, and Ernest held his body to prevent him from destroying the objects in the hall.
As expected, he entered a period of atavism.
His body is covered with short, fine and neat hairs, which help him collect pollen better.
At the same time, he has a slender waist and bright body color, and is a very beautiful bee.
It wasn't long before Samuel removed all of Barron's marks.
Dreiser resumed his human form, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Samuel again.
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!" Sweat kept rolling down his forehead, but he smiled brightly.
What surprised him even more was that he felt an unprecedented sense of security.
It was completely different from the time when Barron wiped out his lord.
"Since you have pledged your allegiance to me, I will also bear my mark upon you."
Samuel said that after stripping off Barron's mark, Dreiser's spiritual barriers were shattered and the turbulent spiritual sea would soon destroy them.
So Samuel patched it up for him.
But unlike Barron, he left a 'door' open.
"Your lord's spiritual mark can be filled by him himself," Samuel said. "If there's nothing else, please withdraw."
Dreiser withdrew gratefully.
Samuel showed no expression.
He achieved his goal.
During the day, he used his mental antennae to touch the guard bees in the back row one by one on the pretext of "tasting them" - they all had one thing in common, which was red and green spots with a light gray background.
This shows that their male lords are weak and are male insects outside the temple, and are not close confidants of Barron and James.
It is a power that can be used.
So he simply erased the red and green marks on the barrier.
The spiritual sea of a female insect is a very interesting thing.
Its internal structure varies, and it usually exists in the form of "water", so it is also called the spiritual sea.
It is usually surrounded by a circle of barriers on the outside to support the water inside.
This barrier serves as both protection and restraint for the female insect.
The ways male insects comfort female insects can be simply summarized into two ways: one is grooming and the other is construction.
Counseling is to soothe the inner spiritual sea, which requires a certain amount of physical contact between the male and female insects, and will use up a lot of the male insect's mental energy. Generally, counseling is only done between partners.
The more commonly used construction does not require pheromones and physical contact. The male insect only needs to use its mental tentacles to reinforce the female insect's mental sea barrier to prevent the "water" inside from escaping.
This is the structure Barron and James adopted for most of the Guard Bees.
Constructing a mental barrier can be imagined as building a wall, but the mental powers of male insects repel each other. If A constructs a part and then B constructs another part, A will not be able to reinforce the project in which B participated.
Unless A's mental power is strong enough to devour B.
If the guard bees whose mental barriers have been branded want to continue to survive, they must allow the high priest to continue repairing their mental barriers.
When the traces of their hero were completely covered, the hero could not break through the mental barrier to enter the interior and provide guidance.
Therefore, these guard bees that already had male masters completely "changed masters" during the "cultivation".
How could an ordinary male insect defeat the high priest? And how could he dare to fight the high priest?
They will only give up these guard bees, accept the "cultivation" of the high priest, and then enjoy the benefits brought back by their female kings and female servants.
In the Zerg race with a huge gender disparity, a low-level male Zerg will not lack female Zergs.
But do all the guard bees accept this fate?
Samuel found it impossible.
There are many female bees like Dreiser.
So... Samuel erased the marks of Barron and James for those female bees who had not repaired their mental barriers many times.
Although the color inside their spiritual sea is light, you can see the traces of another male insect's hard work.
He did so, and as expected, he gained the loyalty of some of the guard bees.
Samuel believed that after Dreiser returned, more guard bees would come to find him.
He looked towards the closed door.
How much blood and tears of the bee tribe are hidden in this underground city that never sees the sun?
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Samuel was a little tired after spending too much energy today.
He squinted his eyes sleepily, the hunger flowing through his limbs tormenting him all the time.
But Samuel knew he couldn't relax.
There's a reason gluttony is listed as one of the seven deadly sins.
Especially for him.
The more powerful the bee tribe is, the more delicious they are to him. If he indulges himself, the bee tribe may really face a situation of strength collapse and decline.
Just then, Ernest walked up to him.
The strong female bee knelt silently by the side, with traces of water still lingering on her fingers.
Samuel smelled a hint of the sweet fragrance of the flower.
He sniffed gently and found the source.
It turned out that the crystal clear marks on Ernest's fingers were not water, but transparent nectar.
Seeing His Majesty's glance, Ernest hesitated and said, "I know I'm clumsy, my taste is old and astringent, and my blood isn't sweet. In order not to spoil Your Majesty's pleasure—"
Samuel narrowed his eyes.
Who said this female insect is simple and stupid.
He has a lot of little thoughts.
"Dog, do you want to be eaten by me so much?"
Under such a deep gaze, Ernest moved almost imperceptibly. He didn't know if he had done something wrong again.
Perhaps Your Majesty thinks he is too flattering...
But he couldn't lie to His Majesty, so he could only nod honestly.
The short, fat antennae on the bumblebee's head also bounced a little because of this movement, like fluffy puppy ears.
Samuel laughed.
"Is it Fuyuhua?"
He asked.
"Yes, your majesty."
Ernest and His Majesty first met in a bush of flowers. His Majesty said at that time that he liked to eat the nectar of the fragrant flower.
Even though the uncivilized bumblebee had a poor memory at that time, he still remembered this sentence.
Therefore, when he went to hunt bee-eaters today, he specially picked the nectar of the fragrant flower from the pollen basket.
“You used to like eating it.”
"Yes, indeed."
Samuel answered as he grabbed Ernest's wrist.
He stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it gently.
“Very sweet.”
It was as if a huge firework exploded in Ernest's mind. Before his eyes, there was a white light, and only the plump and beautiful lips of His Majesty, and the moist and hot feeling on his fingers that was separated at the touch.
Your Majesty is so beautiful.
Your Majesty is so beautiful.
Such voices kept echoing in Ernest's mind.
Ernest didn't come to his senses until Samuel lay on his back and gently pulled his fur with his fingers.
He didn't know when he turned back into his original form and became His Majesty's mattress again.
And once again, His Majesty gave up on eating him.
Just ate some nectar of the fragrant flower.
When will Your Majesty be able to enjoy a feast?
He is so useless.
Ernest even breathed very slowly, fearing that His Majesty on his back would not sleep well.
But His Majesty's head rested on his wings.
It's very, very, very sensitive there.
His Majesty's breathing was like a naughty little hand, constantly tickling the most sensitive base of his wings.
His desire to flutter his wings was stronger than ever.
Ernest needed to use all his strength to fight the itch that went deep into his bones.
Until he gradually fell into sleep.
He felt the weight on his back, which gave him great peace of mind.
It's like holding up the whole world.
If only Your Majesty could be a little fatter...
How can he feed His Majesty to gain weight?
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Samuel dreamed that he was lying among flowers.
His whole body was as fluffy and soft as a quilt that had been exposed to the sun, and his thoughts were more like clouds, floating very high.
A gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it the faint sweet fragrance of distant fragrant flowers.
He likes it very much.
He has always had a sweet tooth.
The flowers are sweet and bees are buzzing among them to collect nectar.
The sound it made when flying was quite loud, like a small fighter plane.
Disturbing people's sweet dreams.
Samuel opened his eyes to see which little fat guy was flapping his wings.
Samuel was stunned when he opened his eyes. The golden halo in his eyes almost turned into a circle of light, and he was also very sleepy.
He really caught the guy who disturbed people's dreams.
——Ernest’s wings trembled unconsciously.
Its movements were very slight, but Samuel's head was resting next to it, so even the slightest sound was amplified infinitely.
What's more, this bumblebee always makes a loud noise when flapping its wings.
Samuel could sense that Ernest was sleeping.
The body beneath him was breathing rhythmically and even snoring slightly.
Samuel laughed, he could actually fall asleep in such an environment.
But... now that he's awake...
This little noisemaker can forget about sleeping.
The evil side of Samuel's heart showed up again, and he quietly stretched out two fingers to pinch the trembling wings.
The next moment, the body under him began to shake violently.
Then, Samuel fell into a smooth and warm embrace.
He looked up and saw Ernest's eyes suddenly widened.
Then, the exceptionally tall and strong female bee knelt down, holding Samuel in her arms.
His knees slammed against the altar, making a crisp sound.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
“…”
Samuel withdrew his rebellious finger.
He really didn't expect Ernest's reaction to be so big.
He coughed lightly, earning an even more regretful look from Ernest.
"I deserve death! I couldn't even make a proper mattress, causing Your Majesty to catch a cold!"
Ernest was heartbroken. His only advantage was his longer and denser hairs than those of other bees. He couldn't even provide warmth for His Majesty!
It even transformed into a human form halfway through, waking Your Majesty from his dream!
He is so incompetent! He even dared to pray for Your Majesty's health. He is the source of Your Majesty's illness!
Your Majesty is already in poor health. What will happen if you get sick again?
Samuel reached out and stroked Ernest's cheek.
"It's all right, Ernest."
Samuel soothed.
Unexpectedly, he touched a little scalding water mark.
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Inside the bedroom, Samuel sighed silently.
"Why are you crying?"
Ernest turned his face away, afraid that his tears would fall on His Majesty.
"I'm so useless," Ernest said sullenly. "I'm so unskilled that I couldn't even maintain my original form, waking His Majesty from his dream."
Samuel thought of his evil behavior just now, and a rare sense of guilt arose in his heart.
"It's not your fault. I pinched your wings."
He spoke again.
Bumblebee stretched his neck and a round tear fell down his face.
Samuel looked at it and felt an inexplicable itch. So he caught it with his fingernail.
The male insect with a pair of golden pupils discovered that Ernest's tears were as fat as bumblebees.
Ernest still deeply regretted his actions. He could never have imagined that the Majesty, who he regarded as extremely holy, had some bad thoughts in his mind at this moment.
“…”
After a while, Bumblebee said, "Your Majesty, please punish me."
"What are you being punished for?"
"I'm being punished for falling asleep while serving His Majesty, disturbing him," he added stubbornly. "And for causing His Majesty to catch a cold. My crime is unforgivable."
"...Ernest, what does it mean to sleep with someone?"
Samuel couldn't help but correct himself.
"Serve His Majesty to bed." Bumblebee didn't understand, but answered honestly.
Samuel was speechless for a moment. Indeed, Ernest's understanding was not wrong.
He really didn't know which stupid priest had bestowed the blessing on Ernest without even teaching him the most basic rules.
There are actually female bees who don’t know what “sleeping with the emperor” means.
And that sentence...
Fell asleep while serving the emperor...
What are you talking about!
"Don't say that again." Samuel said, and then he stood up from Ernest's arms, "Show me your knees."
The collision was so loud that Samuel was afraid he might have broken his kneecap.
However, when Ernest stood up, Samuel discovered that the bumblebee's knee was fine.
The problem is... that very hard altar.
Under the extremely hard knee joints and huge weight of the female bee, the altar successfully sank.
“…”
Samuel was speechless.
Then Ernest was about to kneel on the ground again.
"That's enough, little dog." Samuel stopped him. "If you kneel down again, the altar will be broken."
The female insect once again showed an expression of extreme shame.
Samuel raised an eyebrow. "Let's find a blanket tomorrow during the day."
Before Samuel was imprisoned, the altar had a very important position in the bee tribe, and many rituals were performed on the altar.
If there is any damage, who knows what kind of nonsense the bugs in the temple will come up with.
Ernest pursed his lips.
"Okay, puppy." Samuel reached out and tapped the tip of Ernest's nose, then slid gently upwards along his hard nasal bone, and finally stopped where there was a slightly raised hump.
It seems to have a very tough and aggressive appearance.
Not quite the same as the hairy bumblebee.
Samuel has always had face blindness. He can see every facial feature of Ernest clearly, but his brain cannot accurately piece together his appearance.
Just a tall and muscular figure, brown eyes and full chest muscles.
Now there may be a small hump in the nose bone.
Ernest noticed that His Majesty's fingers had stopped moving, and his head unconsciously tilted to the left.
He knew that this was His Majesty's subconscious reaction when he was thinking.
When Ernest was still a worker bee, he had secretly observed His Majesty for a long time.
His Majesty likes to sit under a tree and read. When he comes to an interesting part, he will stop turning the pages and tilt his head slightly to the left.
He would find a lawn with fragrant flowers and sometimes sit there for an entire afternoon.
Ernest didn't dare fly too close.
The flapping of his wings was always very loud.
So he could only stay in the center of the flower for a long time, carefully combing the pollen on his body hairs into the pollen basket bit by bit.
He was reluctant to leave until all the pollen on his body was scraped off.
Many times, Ernest missed the picking time because of this.
There are strict regulations on the amount of honey a worker bee can collect, so they have to extend their working hours. Sometimes, if they work too late, they will be locked outside the hive.
He could only find a fragrant flower that had not yet closed to live in, hoping to avoid being hunted by the bee-eater.
In the sweet fragrance of the hibiscus, Ernest secretly made a wish that if one day His Majesty could eat the nectar he picked, he would have nothing else to ask for...
So now, what is Your Majesty thinking about?
Ernest held his breath, not daring to disturb His Majesty's thoughts with his rash actions.
"Return to your original form, puppy." Samuel finally came to his senses. The reason was simple: Ernest's increasingly swollen chest reminded him that this stupid puppy was doing something stupid again. If he didn't speak up, the puppy would suffocate himself to death.
"It's still early." He yawned lightly.
So Ernest turned into a giant bumblebee again.
He lay on the ground.
But Samuel didn't lie down immediately.
He walked around behind Ernest and asked, "Where's your needle?"
The fur on Ernest's back trembled noticeably, just like the wind blowing through a wheat field, startling waves of wheat.
The most obvious feature that distinguishes bumblebees from other bees is their long fur, which Samuel finds very interesting.
Seeing that Ernest took no time to answer, Samuel reached out and put them into the long fur.
He groped slowly, and the hairs moved even more violently.
Ernest really was like a big dog. A big fellow with an unusually good temper.
Samuel was getting a little too close, he was really craving the warmth from Ernest.
The overly long hair would occasionally brush against the tip of his nose, making Samuel laugh uncontrollably.
But no matter how Samuel laughed, his hands never stopped moving.
No matter how much Ernest wanted to escape, he didn't move a step.
After a few minutes, Samuel finally found the small tail sting.
It was so small, not even as long as Ernest's fur, that it hid in the fur in panic and was caught by Samuel's fingers.
"It's cold."
Samuel raised an eyebrow.
Poor Ernest dared not move.
I was afraid that I would accidentally hurt His Majesty's hand due to my carelessness.
Samuel thought the tail needle was a little cute because of its small size.
Especially with a big guy like Ernest.
but……
A trace of pity for the puppy arose in his heart.
With such a small tail needle, Ernest must have had a hard time in the past.
Ernest naturally didn't know what was going on in His Majesty's mind.
The stinger is the most important offensive weapon of the bee family. Compared with the sharp wings, the stinger is even harder.
As a bumblebee, Ernest's stinger is very thick and has a very smooth surface.
Even when fighting a bee-eater with thick fur, it can be easily pulled out and continue fighting.
With his sturdy and durable weapons, Ernest quickly stood out among a group of worker bees that began to transform into human form.
But the female bee guard was not satisfied with this, because Ernest always fought in his original form.
In the traditional consciousness of the bee tribe, tallness and slenderness have always been considered beautiful. They prefer human-like mimicry to their original form.
Because worker bees are the original form, and only female bees can evolve into human-shaped mimicry, while the male bees, who are at the top of the bee pyramid, only appear in human-shaped mimicry.
So he warned Ernest that he was not allowed to use his stinger directly in his original form, otherwise he would not be given the opportunity to be promoted to a female bee.
Of course, Ernest was unwilling to give up the opportunity to become a guard bee. He gradually realized why other bees despised and whispered about him while watching him fight.
"Look, it's him again... Ernest, right? He can't even control his human form, and yet he still dares to dream of receiving a blessing from the high priest in the temple!"
——"Stop talking about it. The last time I was assigned to fight him, I was so unlucky! His fur is so thick that the bee stings can't hurt him at all! This is simply cheating!"
"He's fighting in his true form? Doesn't he think it's embarrassing to show that needle? Only uncivilized worker bees would do that!"
——"Oh, it would be bad if it scared the priests!"
From then on, Ernest no longer used his original form to fight.
He carefully put away his tail needle.
Ernest actually doesn't think there is anything shameful about his original form. Although his hair is very long, he can carry more pollen at a time.
His tail needle is thick, which also means that his fighting ability is stronger than that of his peers.
He is also more cold-resistant and can go to extremely cold areas to collect ice crystal flower nectar for Your Majesty.
But he still put away his tail needle.
Because Ernest was afraid... that His Majesty, a male insect, would hate him because of this.
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Samuel suddenly thought of the card that the square-headed little system had shown him.
He remembered that the bumblebee on the card was holding a silver spear.
No matter how you look at it, that long spear doesn't look like something that this small needle can transform into.
Samuel touched the tail needle again and felt that the tiny tail needle was almost shaking in his hand with fear.
"Is it only this big, Ernest?"
Ernest wanted to lie.
But he really couldn't say anything against his will to His Majesty.
His wings unconsciously tensed up from nervousness.
"No, Your Majesty."
"My tail needle is...very big."
"Then let me see."
Samuel laughed and said that he was a drone and it was impossible for him to have a stinger since birth.
From childhood to adulthood, he has had very little contact with bees, and almost all the ones that appear in front of him are married female bees.
The female bees consider human-like mimicry as beauty, so naturally it is impossible for them to change into such a primitive form for him to see.
As for the worker bees... they are all very small, and Samuel has not observed them carefully.
He pushed Ernest's hairy butt with interest to urge him on.
Sure enough, not long after, this silly female bee obediently produced a thick and long stinger.
The tail needle was indeed very shiny and looked very smooth.
Samuel observed the tail needle carefully.
Ernest was so ashamed that he almost cried.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."
"Please... don't despise me."
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