Chapter 144 Stuck
"A priest wouldn't dare act like this. There must be other bee tribes behind him."
Samuel leaned forward slightly.
The female bee guard raised her head with a bleak expression, and saw the golden eyes of His Majesty that seemed to see through everything.
He knew that this matter could no longer be concealed.
"You should be able to distinguish between someone taking the blame for a crime and someone making meritorious contributions while guilty."
His Majesty continued.
The female bee guard touched the ground with her forehead.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The female bee guard's figure quickly disappeared on the grassland.
Samuel looked away.
The female bee guard left a deep trace of another male insect in her spiritual sea.
The relationship between them did not stop at being a priest and a guard, but rather developed a deeper relationship.
Samuel believed that he would choose to make meritorious contributions while serving his sentence.
Otherwise, his heroic master would be pushed out to take the blame.
Sometimes, Samuel wondered whether the queen's decision to turn worker bees into female bees was beneficial to the entire bee colony.
Indeed, female bees have twice the fighting power of worker bees.
But once they become female bees, they can no longer serve the colony as wholeheartedly as worker bees.
Most of them will start families, which will increase their selfishness.
The more selfishness there is, the more disputes there will be.
The interests of the group are gradually divided by the interests of the individual.
Samuel sighed softly.
He looked at the worker bees that remained where they were, carefully crouching on the blades of grass.
However, this must be a good thing for the worker bees.
The Queen opened a door for them. She gave herself back to these hardworking little lives, allowing them to break away from the huge group and have their own personal meaning in life.
Although the world behind this door is complex, it hides "home" and "love".
Perhaps the bee tribe can be so prosperous today thanks to the decision made by Her Majesty the Queen.
Samuel withdrew his thoughts and looked at the little guys who folded their wings and dared not move.
"It's getting late, let's go back."
"Are you...really His Majesty?"
A worker bee whispered, "This is a very bold fellow." Samuel noticed that in his spiritual sea, there were sparkling red dots of bravery.
"Yes." Samuel nodded with a smile.
Seeing that Samuel was so approachable, these little guys with low IQs gradually put aside the fear brought by the "scary ghost story" and instead started asking questions one after another.
"Why isn't the 'King' in the palace?"
"Well..." Samuel thought for a moment, "Because the sun and flowers on the grassland are beautiful."
"oh!"
It turns out that Your Majesty also likes the sun and flowers!
"What kind of flower pollen do you like?"
"Fuyuhua."
"Wow! That's why you're in those flowers!"
"So...will you eat us?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the worker bees, which had been noisy just now, suddenly became quiet.
It was like a big hand pressed the pause button.
Samuel shook his head slightly.
"I do not wish to harm my people."
The worker bees became restless again.
"Wow!"
"So that's how it is!"
"I was saying, you're so gentle, it must be a rumor!"
"But... didn't you bite the wings of the female bee?" a worker bee asked weakly again.
"Tyron must have seen it wrong! Aren't the wings of the female bee fine?!"
Another one retorted.
"We are His Majesty's subjects! His Majesty said he won't harm us!"
They were talking back and forth, and Samuel urged again.
"Go back quickly."
The worker bees then buzzed goodbye, lined up in an orderly manner, and went into the hole one by one.
A few minutes later, Samuel and Ernest were the only ones left on the empty grassland.
The setting sun stretched the shadows of the two people very long.
The fragrance of wild flowers in the distance was mixed with a subtle coolness.
Ernest was keenly aware of His Majesty's depressed mood.
As Your Majesty said...
He does not want to harm any of his people.
The worker bees didn't understand, but Ernest did.
His Majesty's determination is hidden in these words.
——The people and the enemies are different.
Ernest approached His Majesty silently, shielding him from the evening wind.
He knew how soft His Majesty's heart was.
They stood like this for a long time.
The evening breeze blew across the grassland, and the grass leaves, which were reflected in golden red, swayed, forming layer upon layer of waves.
Gradually, the golden red gradually turned into a deeper black.
The sun sets.
"His Majesty."
Ernest suddenly remembered something and carefully tugged at His Majesty's sleeve.
Samuel turned around and saw that Ernest had turned into a fat bumblebee again.
He flew unsteadily, making a buzzing sound, and finally came to the small hole.
"His Majesty."
Ernest shouted again.
Samuel was stunned and he slowly squatted down.
With the remaining light, he saw Ernest going into the cave.
Sure enough, the bumblebee's hairy butt was stuck at the entrance of the cave.
Ernest was exerting force on both pairs of wings, trying to tuck them behind his back, and his butt was moving up and down.
The two little feet that were left outside were digging the surrounding soil with great effort, and even the grass debris was kicked up by him.
Samuel laughed.
He couldn't help but stretch out his slender fingers and gently poke Ernest's hairy, round buttocks to provide him with a 'finger' of strength.
With the joint efforts of the two, Ernest finally got in.
In less than a second, Ernest turned around and poked his head out of the hole.
He stretched out his front legs to grab the hole, and after struggling for a few seconds, the whole bee finally came out.
At that moment, it felt like the cork in the wine bottle was pulled out completely.
Samuel even thought he heard a "bang".
He finally couldn't help laughing.
Ernest twisted his body and shook off all the dirt hanging on his fur.
Seeing His Majesty finally open his eyes, Ernest breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course he knew that such an action was stupid.
That tiny hole is only as thick as your Majesty's finger. An ordinary worker bee can get in, but a chubby bumblebee will definitely get stuck.
Ernest made many jokes like this when he was a worker bee.
Once, during the peak honey-collecting season, he blocked the entrance to the cave, causing a long queue of worker bees behind him.
The worker bees had a heavy honey-gathering task every day, so his behavior naturally aroused public outrage. The eager worker bees kept pulling and pushing him, but he was blocking the hole too tightly. Finally, a clever worker bee pried open the hole, and he was able to fly out.
When the female bee guard found out, she severely criticized Ernest and asked him to compensate all the worker bees for their losses.
That time, Ernest's wings were seriously injured, wrinkled and stuck to his body, making it almost impossible for him to fly. He could only look for low bushes and then slowly climb up along the branches.
After his injury healed, Ernest worked overtime and it took him three months to pay off his debt.
It was also from then on that he began to pay close attention to the size of the hole.
As long as there is a risk of him getting stuck at this entrance or exit, he will definitely not go through it.
but--
If Your Majesty would be amused by his embarrassment, if Your Majesty wants to see...
Ernest would have done that.
He did it willingly.
"You fool."
Samuel whispered.
He narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hands toward the bumblebees on the ground.
"Let's go, puppy."
"Let's go home."
The evening breeze blows.
In the wilderness, the grass and trees rustled.
The sky was deep blue, the stars were already visible, and the outlines of the distant mountains were lost in the night.
Ernest transformed into a human form, opened his strong arms, and embraced His Majesty who stretched out his hands.
His Majesty's hands naturally wrapped around his waist.
At that moment, Ernest even felt that he and His Majesty had become two pieces of a puzzle, fitting each other perfectly.
There were only two thin layers of clothing between them, and Ernest could even feel His Majesty's heartbeat.
He felt a peace and contentment he had never felt before.
I felt an unprecedented restlessness and emptiness.
He wanted time to stop at this moment forever.
I want to hug Your Majesty tightly, bury my head in Your Majesty's neck, and smell Your Majesty's fragrance.
He wanted too much, it was too offensive.
If Your Majesty knew what he was thinking, how would Your Majesty view him...
"Puppy, why aren't you flying?"
Samuel said softly, he raised his head slightly and looked at Ernest with a smile.
At the same time, he extended his slender index finger and gently slid it across Ernest's shoulder blade.
He easily found the opening reserved for the wings.
The cold index finger slid in like a nimble little snake.
The elytra are the most sensitive part of winged insects. They are very tender and covered with nerve endings.
Ernest's legs suddenly went limp, like a collapsing mountain.
Samuel didn't expect Ernest to react so strongly. His thin body couldn't support the tall Ernest at all.
then.
Grass clippings flew everywhere.
Insects in the distance were startled and flew away by the sudden movement.
Samuel lay in Ernest's arms. He felt dizzy for a moment and felt his head hit some soft and plump part.
——At the last moment before landing, the female bee finally reacted and switched the directions of the two, thus saving the fragile male bee from being smashed to pieces.
"hiss……"
Samuel held the temples in place.
"Your Majesty! How are you?!"
Ernest looked nervously at the drone lying on his chest.
Your Majesty is weak, how can he withstand such a blow!
He made a mistake again! Unforgivable!
Samuel gasped slightly; he wasn't actually in much pain, just dizzy.
But Ernest didn't think so.
He just felt that His Majesty must have a head injury, and he anxiously wanted to get up and check the situation.
"Don't move, puppy."
Samuel reached out and held Ernest down.
He felt dizzy.
Ernest suddenly became quiet.
It seemed as if even breathing had stopped.
After a few seconds, Samuel finally recovered. He propped himself up and found that his left hand was firmly covering Ernest's chest.
The full muscles supported his palm with a perfect arc. The combination of softness and hardness made it exceptionally flexible and elastic.
"His Majesty……"
Ernest's voice trembled.
I don’t know whether to be shocked or scared.
Samuel lowered his eyes and met Ernest's brown eyes.
"Don't be afraid."
Samuel spoke soothingly.
"You caught me."
Samuel laughed.
Ernest caught him.
In every sense of the word.
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