Chapter 145 Change
Seeing His Majesty lowering his eyes and smiling, Ernest's heart finally settled down.
Fortunately, His Majesty was not injured...
Then, the belated embarrassment finally entered his mind.
It's not only because of the two people's current posture, but also because of His Majesty's hand.
The hand, with distinct joints and as white as if carved from jade, was now resting on his chest.
The thin and tight-fitting top was wrinkled, and the bulging muscles between the fingers could be clearly seen.
"Your Majesty..." Ernest's throat tightened inexplicably, and even the word "Your Majesty" trembled.
Samuel lowered his eyes, and the image of the puppy was reflected in his golden pupils.
The puppy's jaw was tense and its brown eyes looked at him anxiously.
He was like a prey caught in a trap, ignorantly hoping that the hunter at the entrance of the cave would lend him a hand.
Samuel felt a subtle change in his palm, a different feeling from the flexible muscle.
Like unripe fruit.
Samuel withdrew his hand.
The puppy's mind seemed not as sharp as his body.
Samuel looked at Ernest's still uneasy expression, and a dark color appeared in his golden pupils.
After a moment, Samuel slowly raised his eyebrows and spoke teasingly.
"Puppy, have you gained a little weight recently?"
Ernest subconsciously tensed his muscles.
"My subordinates have not relaxed their training!"
The female bee said nervously.
Since His Majesty bestowed the blessing, Ernest did not dare to relax for a moment.
Only the bravest female bees can become His Majesty's guard bees.
Since he has the honor of becoming your Majesty's relative, he needs to be strict with himself so as not to let your Majesty down.
certainly……
There is another reason why Ernest pays so much attention to training his chest muscles, which I cannot tell Your Majesty for the time being.
"It's getting late, let's go back."
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"Tyron! Why are you back so late? Are you okay?"
"I heard you met the 'King' today! Oh my god, you weren't hurt, were you?!"
"What?!"
The resting beehive is particularly lively.
Female bee guards usually do not stay in the hive of primary worker bees for long.
After all, the primary worker bees are too small, and the place where they live is composed of countless regular hexagonal cells of the same size. Female bees that already have human-shaped mimicry rarely set foot here.
Tyron and his party returned too late.
The other worker bees had already finished weighing the pollen and returned to their own rooms, leaving their cubicle alone empty, which naturally attracted the attention of the other worker bees.
Tyron was the last one to crawl in. The worker bees who had returned earlier were already excitedly talking about what had happened that day.
The other worker bees in the cubicle looked at them in disbelief.
"But isn't the 'King' very scary? You actually landed on his shoulders!"
"No! Your Majesty is so gentle!"
"And beautiful! Your Majesty is the most beautiful drone I have ever seen!"
"Is it better looking than Priest Sharp?"
"Although Priest Sharp is also very handsome, the King..." the worker bee said with an intoxicated expression, "No one in the bee tribe is more handsome than him!"
"Hahahaha, Robert's expression looks like he's been on a sleep-inducing flower!"
“That’s right!”
"Why does Tyron have this expression too?!"
"Tyron, is the 'King' really as gentle as they say?"
Tyron fluttered his wings slightly, then nodded firmly.
He was very influential among the junior worker bees. It was he who discovered the ownerless cluster of fragrant flowers by the river, and it was he who led everyone there to collect nectar in order to complete the demanding task set by the female bee guards.
"My goal is no longer just to become a female bee, but to become a guard bee!"
Tyron said loudly.
There was a loud gasping sound in the hive, and many worker bees that had been sleeping in the grid houses crawled out and stuck their heads out.
"Guard Bee?! Are you crazy?!"
"Becoming a Guard Bee will get you eaten!"
"That's too dangerous!"
"That's because you haven't met His Majesty yet." Tailun said as he went into his cubicle. "If you had met him, you would have been like me..."
"That's right! I want to be a Guard Bee too!"
"Your Majesty also said that he would make the decision for us!"
"Our standards for collecting fans will change soon!"
This conversation, which took place in a corner of the dungeon, did not cause any immediate stir.
Like any other night talk before, they slowly faded away in the sound of the worker bees' deep sleep.
At the same time, a conversation was going on in the center of the dungeon.
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In the temple.
"Master Prophet, do you really want Samuel to bless these worker bees?"
Barron spoke first.
He had just come into contact with Samuel a few days ago, and he had the most intuitive understanding of His Majesty's mental power.
"His mental strength is beyond measure," Barron said. "The mental barrier we painstakingly built is nothing to him. If he wanted to, he could simply erase our mark and use those female bees for his own benefit!"
"If he grants blessings again, I'm afraid the entire bee tribe will become his world, and the temple will no longer have a place to stand!"
"Barron, aren't you being too cautious?" Another high priest arrived late. He saluted the 'prophet' and took off his hood. He looked quite young. "Can we control those female bees by relying solely on mental barriers?"
"A male insect's abilities are much more than just that." He raised the corner of his lip, "Pheromones, emotions, family, and offspring."
When he said the last word, his raised eyes fell on Barron, and then he retracted them in a moment.
But what happened to High Priest Barron in the past few days was no longer a secret.
Barron's face turned visibly ugly.
"No matter how powerful that Majesty is, there is only one of them." The young and beautiful high priest laughed. "If we want to manage such a large bee tribe, just one Majesty is not enough..."
As long as the priests are still affiliated with the temple, the temple cannot disappear.
"Besides, the water of Jiudiquan Spring has dried up again. Doesn't this prove that Samuel doesn't have the ability to become a 'king'? Even the Queen doesn't recognize him!"
"How many worker bees can he bless with just his mental power?"
If Samuel needs the blessing of the Nine-fold Spring to bless this group of worker bees, then what is the difference between him and the priests in the temple?
Besides, it’s just a blessing. How much can it leave in the spiritual sea of these female bees?
Gibran sneered. It was just a wasp with strong mental power, but it scared these old guys like this.
Is it difficult for Samuel to overthrow the temple single-handedly?
"Kahlil Gibran, you are still young and have not experienced what happened before—"
Another priest spoke up, wanting to persuade the young and energetic high priest, when he saw the silver-white eyes of the 'prophet' looking over at him.
He suddenly shut up.
There was a hint of sadness and deep fear in the old dark green eyes.
The temple became quiet for a moment.
"The matter has been settled. There is no need to discuss it further."
The Prophet spoke, glancing at the high priests in front of the long table, who all had different expressions.
"Kimir, I leave the matter of his blessing to you."
"yes."
The priest with deep green eyes stood up and saluted respectfully.
After the 'prophet' left, the other high priests also left the temple one after another.
Gibran stopped and looked at the high priest Kimir who was walking at the end.
"High Priest, what did you mean by 'what happened before'?"
Kimir looked up at the blond, blue-eyed drone in front of him and couldn't help but sigh softly.
"That was a long time ago."
He shook his head, his deep green eyes looking at Gibran in front of him, but also as if he was looking through him at other people.
"One man's dominance is a terrible thing, Gibran."
"Don't question the 'prophet's' decisions."
After Kimir left, Gibran stood there and looked at the empty temple.
He secretly clenched his fists.
"Don't question the Prophet's decision..." Gibran sneered, "Isn't that also just one person in power?"
"Samuel is a wasp."
"And the 'Prophet' is... old."
Gibran looked at the blue and gold church glass covering the dome.
Whether it is the position of 'king' or the position of 'prophet'.
It's time to change them all.
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Samuel has not yet returned to the dungeon.
The reason is simple: Ernest, the idiot, has low blood sugar.
Bumblebees are about twice the size of regular honeybees, but their wings aren't much bigger.
In order to fly successfully, bumblebees' wings vibrate at a very high speed, which means that their heat consumption is also very high.
When Ernest was a junior worker bee, he ate more frequently than ordinary bees.
After being discovered by the female bee guards, he was punished several times.
But later the female bee guards also discovered that Ernest did not intend to steal the food, he just consumed too much.
After confirming that Ernest was able to complete the task of collecting honey, the female bee guards no longer interfered.
Later, Ernest developed human form and his eating frequency decreased.
But today...
For some unknown reason, Ernest felt dizzy from hunger when he was carrying His Majesty back to the city.
Although he had indeed missed his meal, the amount of exercise he had done today was nothing to Ernest. It wasn't even enough for his usual training. How could he be so hungry?!
Ernest couldn't even say sorry. He made several mistakes today and wanted to die to atone for his sins.
Samuel comforted the drooping bumblebee beside him.
It was already dark, with only a half-hidden moon providing scant light.
There were no large flowers here, so Ernest had to transform into a bumblebee, staggering around looking for flowers to collect.
The temperature is lower at night and the light is weaker, so many flowers close their petals to reduce the loss of water and nutrients, which makes Ernest's nectar collection work difficult.
He was already embarrassed to have His Majesty wait for him to find pollen, and if he couldn't collect it...
At this moment, Samuel's mental power turned into golden light, accurately falling on every flower that could be collected.
His slender fingers stretched out again and placed Ernest on another blooming daylily.
"Its pollen can be collected."
At this moment, Ernest felt dazed.
The boy with blond hair and blue eyes once overlapped with the young man with black hair and golden eyes now.
One blooms in the bright sunshine, the other hides in the cold moonlight.
Your Majesty seems to have changed a lot.
It also seems like nothing has changed.
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