Chapter 140 Waiting
There is no sunlight in the underground city, it is buried deep underground in a funnel shape.
The bedroom where Samuel lived, which was also the location of the Nine-Fold Spring, was naturally located at the deepest part of the beehive.
Going further up, there are the temple, the nursery, the residences of the male and female bees, and the huge pollen chamber.
The underground city is very large, and the first layer closest to the surface covers almost half of the planet Collins.
Of course, it is not completely connected. It scatters around the main urban area and is divided into hundreds of gathering points. These gathering points are built by countless "grid houses" and are the homes of most worker bees.
In order to collect pollen, they will frequently enter and exit the dungeon, which is why there are many exits in the dungeon. These exits are usually rough and hidden.
Only when approaching the main urban area are the roads built very well.
This time, Samuel did not take the main road reserved for male insects to travel, but instead followed Ernest on a detour.
The hole is located above the head, far away from the pollen chamber, so few bees enter through this hole.
Samuel stood under the beam of light. He looked up and the blue sky seemed to be very close.
Like a little cover, or a patch.
Ernest took Samuel and flew towards the cave entrance, and the blue color was getting closer and closer.
Just like that time Samuel snuck out a few years ago.
His heart began to beat loudly in his chest again.
Samuel's five fingers on Ernest's arm curled up quietly.
The female insect subconsciously turned around and saw His Majesty's raised jaw and shining golden eyes.
The blue sky is reflected in his eyes.
It was like a grand sunrise.
They came out.
Samuel felt dizzy for a moment and squinted his eyes.
The huge and transparent wings behind Ernest looked like solidified sugar paintings, and the light golden veins sparkled in the sunlight.
Ernest did not stop, he flew all the way with Samuel in his arms.
The vast Santo grassland.
There are a few wild flowers here and there.
The winding river in the distance looks like a soft ribbon.
The grass grew deeper and deeper, and the bright yellow flowers changed from scattered to dense, even the green was pushed out by them.
Samuel did not ask Ernest where he was going.
Until the big tree appeared in front of Samuel again.
It still stands alone by the river, but its feet are all covered in bright yellow.
The Fuyu flower is not a beautiful flower. Its corolla is not big and is sparsely scattered among the grasslands, making it inconspicuous.
Samuel didn't expect that when they formed a group, it would be so lively and noisy.
The sweet aromas were so strong that they seemed to have turned into honey and flowed in the air.
There are many tiny worker bees constantly shuttling among the flowers.
"here……"
Samuel remembered that there weren't so many flowers here before.
Otherwise he would have been discovered by the worker bees long ago.
Ernest coughed lightly, then reached out and scratched his cheek.
He tilted his head and began, "Your Majesty's book has not yet been returned to His Majesty."
Samuel then remembered what he had hidden under the roots of the tree in his haste.
So Ernest put it away...
Ernest said as he walked towards the tree and Samuel followed him.
Ernest stretched out his hand and began to dig the soil.
He planed very quickly and soon took out a wooden box.
Ernest carefully took out the yellowed notebook from the wooden box. Seeing that it was still intact, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He handed the notes to His Majesty.
Samuel was squatting on the ground, supporting his cheek with his hand, and looking at him with his head tilted.
"His Majesty……"
"Puppy, have you been waiting for me?"
Samuel suddenly spoke up.
Ernest's body froze, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Yes.
certainly.
He has been waiting for His Majesty.
Because this is where he last saw Samuel.
Ernest, who was just beginning to regain his consciousness at that time, thought that Samuel would come here again.
He kept collecting honey around.
Even if you have to fly a long distance.
Even though the flowers here are sparse.
Even if they spend twenty hours out of twenty-four collecting nectar, they often cannot return to the nest.
But Ernest enjoyed it.
He came day after day, hoping only that Samuel would appear again.
So, the waiting time became longer and longer.
Days became months, and months became years.
The number of fragrant flowers is increasing.
It is becoming more and more lively here, and the junior worker bees have also discovered this place.
Ernest had rehearsed the scene of his reunion with Samuel countless times in his mind.
He will return this notebook to His Majesty.
"Your Highness Samuel, this is your book."
Then comes with a bottle of nectar of the fragrant flower.
But that might be too flattering.
His Highness Samuel might not eat the nectar hidden by a bee of unknown origin.
But what if... Your Highness is willing to eat it?
Also, would His Highness Samuel think that he is a selfish bumblebee?
The pollen collected by the worker bees needs to be weighed and handed over, so he also needs to explain the origin of the nectar.
"This is what I collected when I turned into a female queen bee."
However, female bees rarely collect honey, and usually only worker bees undertake this task.
This would make it seem like he had ulterior motives.
Ernest imagined different scenarios over and over again.
His Royal Highness Samuel would probably decline.
Or maybe they will agree readily.
But Ernest didn't expect it.
Samuel never appeared again.
.
"Yes, your majesty."
Ernest replied.
His brown eyes rested on the wooden box for a long time.
"What else is in the box?"
Samuel continued to ask.
Ernest was silent for a moment, then reached into the wooden box again.
After a moment, he found a beautiful glass bottle among the dried petals and grass.
“…It’s honey.”
Ernest replied.
"For me?"
Although it is a question, the answer to this question is self-evident.
"Yes, your majesty."
"Why don't you give it to me?"
Samuel held out his hand.
"This bottle has been stored for a long time. I'm giving it to Your Majesty again..."
"Give me."
Ernest finally placed the bottle of honey gently in Samuel's hands.
Samuel fiddled with the bottle, and the light golden transparent honey flowed slowly in the bottle.
Ernest sighed softly, then unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it back to His Majesty.
Samuel picked a petal at random, poured the nectar into it, and then put it in his mouth.
“So sweet.”
He praised.
Ernest's cheeks felt strangely hot.
It was as if all the unknown secrets hidden in my heart were revealed and exposed to the sun.
"This petal is too small."
Suddenly, Samuel complained.
Ernest came back to his senses. He transformed into wings and wanted to pick a bigger flower for His Majesty: "Your Majesty, wait a moment."
Then His Majesty, who was sitting on the lawn, reached out and grabbed the wings.
"Fool."
The wings that were once extremely hard now became like soft underbelly. Ernest staggered twice, then followed Samuel's movements and sat beside him helplessly.
"His Majesty……"
"Hasn't it been used?"
Samuel raised the corner of his mouth, implying something.
Ernest shuddered as if he had been electrocuted.
"But……"
He washed his hands dozens of times that day before he dared to make such an offensive move.
But now they were on the grassland, and even though there was a river not far away, it was not clean enough.
"My fingers are clumsy, I can't—"
Samuel's fingertips touched Ernest's lips.
"If your fingers are crude, just change places."
Samuel laughed.
"Puppy, where do you think it's okay?"
He brushed his fingers lightly across Ernest's lips.
Like crushing a fragile petal.
"……wing."
Ernest really didn't know which part of his body could be considered 'clean and exquisite'.
After much thought, he could only barely find the wings.
Samuel snorted with laughter.
It wasn't the answer he expected, but it sounded pretty good.
"Then turn around."
Ernest was stiffly pulled around by His Majesty's fingers.
His wings unfolded like a scroll in His Majesty's hands.
His Majesty's fingers brushed over every meridian on it, as if smoothing out every wrinkle on a scroll.
The cold and sticky liquid was poured onto the tips of the wings.
"Well!"
Ernest gasped.
He turned his head in panic, just in time to see His Majesty's lips leaving his wings.
The lip bead was so full that it was deformed by the wings but soon became plump again.
"His Majesty……"
Ernest didn't know what to say. His mind was blank, like the sky after a rainstorm.
He could only call out "Your Majesty", but when he saw His Majesty looking up, he could not say anything.
His Majesty bit his wing lightly with his teeth.
“Like rock candy.”
He said softly.
The electric current was transmitted from the tip of the wings to his heart, and Ernest felt that he might die at this moment.
Otherwise he could not explain this shudder that penetrated his soul.
until……
"What are you doing?"
A tiny voice came.
Ernest and Samuel both looked at the flowers not far away.
On it, a tiny worker bee was resting, with a yellow pollen basket wrapped around its hind legs.
Before the worker bees were blessed, their spiritual seas were almost nonexistent, so Samuel was unable to detect it.
As for Ernest...his mind was completely absorbed by the Majesty in front of him.
"Are you Mr. Male Insect?"
The worker bee said as it flew closer.
Samuel looked closely and saw that it was a small creature only slightly bigger than his fingernail. He stretched out his finger and the tiny bee gently landed on it.
Just like Ernest at that time.
But Ernest was bigger than his fingernails, and was furry and plump.
"Do you want to eat pollen?" the little bee asked softly, with some sympathy. "You are so hungry that you are gnawing on the wings of the queen bee."
Samuel smiled.
Ernest's reaction was even greater than Semuir's. He was so ashamed that he almost burned up on the spot.
Your Majesty is a male insect, Your Majesty cannot understand.
But Ernest also grew up from a worker bee as big as a fingernail (of course, Ernest has always been a little bigger than other worker bees), and he knew clearly that the IQ of these worker bees was only as high as that of a three or four-year-old child!
He actually, he actually did such an inappropriate thing in front of such a young child!
He's a bad bumblebee! He actually seduced Your Majesty!
"I have some here."
The little bee rubbed his hind legs together and kneaded out a small ball of yellow pollen, which he handed to Samuel.
"Thank you."
Samuel said softly.
When the little bee saw Samuel take the pollen, it began to buzz away.
"Will I see you again?"
He was a little reluctant to leave.
Samuel tapped his finger in the air.
Golden spots of light fell like raindrops.
"That day will come."
The little bee doesn't know what kind of gift it has received.
The work of collecting nectar was heavy, and since he gave some of the pollen to Samuel, he would need to work twice as hard to complete today's work.
Before leaving, he flew to Ernest.
"Mr. Bee." He made a buzzing sound. "A good bee will not let the male bee go hungry."
"In any case, please redouble your efforts."
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