Chapter 149: Heart and Eyes
Dreiser was obviously relieved when he got the affirmative answer. He smiled and looked very bright.
It was completely different from the look of bitterness and hatred he had in his bedroom, as if he was about to die tragically in the next second.
"That's wonderful, Your Majesty!"
Samuel glanced at his mental barrier and saw that Dreiser's hero had already entered the 'door' he had left behind.
However, his lord did not seem to be particularly smart, and his spiritual tentacles stumbled and left many marks on the threshold.
Samuel could imagine him comforting Dreiser.
——Hey, the door should be here.
——Ah, I accidentally bumped into the wall.
——Oh no, it must have hurt. Use your mental power to soothe it and touch it.
——I wonder if it left any traces?
——Hehe, I went in, I hope Dreiser didn’t find out.
What a clumsy method, maybe that male insect is not even D-level.
But it made Dreiser radiate joy and happiness from the inside out.
This also made him, an outsider, laugh along.
Dreiser did not stay in the bedroom for long and quickly left.
"Ernest, how long are you going to stay outside?"
Samuel looked up and saw Ernest pushing open the door of the bedroom and looking at him awkwardly, like a puppy caught doing something bad.
In his hands he held roasted hummingbird meat wrapped in broad leaves.
"Your idea?"
Samuel asked.
Ernest pursed his lips.
This wasn't entirely his idea; the guard bees had the same idea.
He just...
Taught them how to extract essence and blood.
But unexpectedly, he was caught by His Majesty.
"I'm getting bolder again," said Samuel.
Ernest lowered his head.
His...although it was bulging, he didn't know when it would succeed.
And His Majesty refused to eat his flesh again.
So Ernest had no choice but to resort to this last resort.
Having said that, I learned this strategy from the Queen.
He wanted to take his own, but Dreiser happened to see him...
Now that the blood has been taken out, Your Majesty cannot let it flow back into their bodies.
"Please drink it."
The bottle gradually became empty, and the sweet blood flowed into Samuel's throat.
Samuel felt a warmth rising up throughout his body. He felt satisfied, and even hungry for more.
But at the same time, he also felt nauseous.
He covered his chest, unable to suppress the urge to vomit.
At this moment, Ernest quickly opened the package made of broad leaves, picked up a crushed green fruit and quickly stuffed it into Samuel's mouth.
“!”
Samuel suddenly opened his eyes wide, but how could the male insect's movements be faster than that of an S-level female bee?
The fruit, whose skin had been broken, exuded an amazing fragrance and its juice flowed out quickly.
The next second, Samuel's face wrinkled with acid.
The fruit was definitely not ripe and was unusually sour.
It was like a stone thrown into the water, instantly causing huge splashes.
Before Samuel could react, Ernest quickly stuffed another small ball in.
It was a small ball of sugar made from the nectar of the hibiscus flower.
After doing all this, Ernest knelt down in front of Samuel very smoothly. He prostrated himself deeply and rested his forehead against the altar.
"Your Majesty, please punish me!"
After a few seconds, Samuel finally came to his senses from what had just happened.
The sugar ball melted in his mouth, dutifully soothing Samuel's injured taste buds.
He looked at Ernest deeply and found that this guy was getting worse and worse recently.
Apart from a huge courage, his hairy body also has eight hundred tricks.
Samuel narrowed his eyes.
"Where's the bee-eater?"
There was no trace of barbecue in that bag of broad leaves, but instead it was filled with green-skinned fruits.
Samuel's mouth was watering as he looked at the fruits.
The acid-sour mouth quickly secretes saliva.
That’s too bad!
"My subordinate is greedy."
Ernest answered forcefully.
Samuel was almost laughing with anger.
Of course he could tell that Ernest hadn't gone hunting at all. If he smelled it carefully, he could find that this guy still had the scent of the woods on him, and there was no smell of charcoal fire at all.
——He spent all his time out picking those sour fruits!
As for why...
That's of course because I know the existence of this bottle of blood.
To prevent him from feeling sick after seeing the meat.
Just now he was still thinking that Ernest was his last line of protection.
Now, this protective measure has developed a mind of its own!
Really...
Samuel lowered his eyes and looked at Ernest who was kneeling on the ground.
"Little dog, you haven't forgotten the task I gave you, have you?"
"Yes, your majesty."
Even through the heavy armor, Samuel could see the muscles in Ernest's shoulders and back tense instantly.
This shows that the puppy knows what he is referring to.
"Can you do that?"
"yes."
Ernest's answer was brief and powerful.
"Then get up."
Samuel kicked Ernest's shoulder with his toes: "Give me another candy."
"You bad guy, I'm going to be jealous to death."
"I apologize."
"I'm so glad you found such a sour fruit."
Ernest smiled in a somewhat innocent way.
"I did not discover it, Your Majesty."
This was something the bee tribe had discovered a long time ago, and Ernest did not dare to take credit for it.
"It is said that some female bees become nauseous after becoming pregnant. They eat this sour fruit."
“…”
"Yeah?"
Samuel said softly, waving at the puppy.
"Then I'll reward you."
Ernest came closer, confused.
He felt His Majesty's slender fingers touching his face.
Ernest's eyelashes trembled violently.
Your Majesty's breath still carries the fragrance of sour fruit.
His shadow was reflected in the golden pupils.
Ernest's heart began to beat rapidly.
It's like putting a lost hare in your heart.
It jumped wildly, trying to escape the confines of his chest or jump out of his throat.
His Majesty's finger was already pressed on Ernest's lips.
They are so cool and delicate.
Ernest didn't dare look at His Majesty's face, he could only look at the ground aimlessly.
Go and see the pattern on the hem of His Majesty's clothes.
To see His Majesty's toes.
Suddenly, something colder than His Majesty's fingertips touched his lips.
Because he was facing His Majesty, Ernest opened his mouth subconsciously.
Then, a sour and fragrant breath exploded on the tip of his tongue.
He looked up in panic.
It just happened to meet the corner of His Majesty's mouth.
"Courageous little dog."
His Majesty gently patted Ernest's face.
"This is punishment."
After His Majesty finished speaking, he stood up and washed his hands.
Only Ernest was left kneeling there.
If his arms hadn't been supporting the ground, he would have fallen forward like a weak shrimp.
Just now...
Your Majesty used a little force when pushing the fruit in.
As a result, His Majesty's fingertips touched his tongue.
Ernest's entire body trembled belatedly.
This is by no means a punishment.
This is……
Reward.
At this moment, Ernest discovered a change that shocked him -
.
Samuel yawned sleepily.
His bedroom has completely changed under Ernest's arrangement.
The little bumblebee relied on its large size and the fact that it could carry a lot of things, so it kept moving things into the bedroom.
At the edge, Ernest had already built a circle of flower beds, then shoveled a large area of turf from the Santo grassland, and even transplanted a lot of shade-loving flowers.
A lot of yellow and orange flowers have bloomed, making the entire bedroom brighter.
On the cold cryolite, near the rock wall, there is a warm nest.
The reason why it is called a "nest" instead of a bed is because Ernest's building skills need to be improved.
Unlike the regular hexagonal honeycombs built by ordinary bees, the honeycomb Ernest built by making beeswax from pollen is shaped like a huge eggshell.
Samuel guessed that this was because bumblebees are chubby, and the regular hexagonal grids are not as spacious and convenient for movement as the circular ones.
After the eggshell-shaped beehive was built, Ernest began to hunt bee-eaters frequently, and plucked off all of their warmest layer of fine down and spread it into the nest.
After Ernest finished the construction, he stood aside somewhat shyly.
The bees build their hives with precision and neatness.
Its pores are all regular hexagons, and the base of the pores is composed of three identical rhombuses. At the same time, the two obtuse angles of the rhombuses must be 109 degrees, and the two acute angles must be 70 degrees, without even the slightest deviation.
Therefore, while other worker bees received full marks in architecture, Ernest only received 20 points in architecture.
All the bees shook their heads after seeing the hive he built.
This nearly caused him to fail the female bee exam!
If His Majesty had not said that he did not sleep well, Ernest would never have made such a fool of himself.
But Samuel fell in love with this little nest at first sight.
It's so comfortable.
The small space gave Samuel a great sense of security, and there was even a door made of beeswax on the side of the eggshell.
The fine down of the bee-eater covering the bottom was dry, warm, and fluffy, as if it had dispelled the dampness and coldness that lingered in the dungeon all year round.
But even though the nest was ready, Samuel still liked to sleep with Ernest.
His favorite thing about bumblebees is their big, furry butts, which are warmer and more comfortable than even the finest bee-eater down.
At first Ernest was embarrassed, but how could the puppy dare to disobey him.
So I shrunk a little and squeezed in.
The furry, chubby body instantly wrapped Samuel up.
It can even block out all light sources.
It's a truly wonderful way to sleep.
That night, Samuel had the most comfortable sleep of his entire life.
Whenever I think about it now, I can feel how happy I was.
but……
Samuel held his chin up with one hand.
Is Ernest a little too slow today?
How long have you been taking a bath?
He is sleepy.
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