Chapter 152 Attempt
In the huge bedroom, you can hear a pin drop.
Ernest knelt on the ground for a long time before he heard the voice of His Majesty.
"Look up."
The voice was indistinguishable from joy or anger, and Ernest's heart tightened.
His Majesty was seen sitting on the ground, his back straight, his black curly hair draped over his shoulders like seaweed in the deep sea.
The golden light slowly flowed within the lair, and the light and shadow on His Majesty's face were sometimes bright and sometimes dark, obscure and difficult to describe.
Only those golden pupils did not shift for a moment.
"When did it happen?"
Samuel asked.
Ernest's Adam's apple rolled up and down for a moment, and his eyes fell on His Majesty's cheek.
"The time the Prophet came," he began nervously, then hurriedly added, "That wasn't what the Prophet said."
"It is...it is the Queen's manifestation."
The Queen appears?
This sentence made Samuel frown.
This is really suspicious.
How could the Queen, who had passed away a thousand years earlier, possibly show up? Furthermore, if she did show up, why would she teach Ernest this?
Seeing His Majesty's frown, Ernest unconsciously clenched his fists and placed them awkwardly on his knees.
"...a book appeared, and it taught this."
Ernest described what happened that day.
Although he had promised the Queen not to speak a word before the matter was accomplished, now that Her Majesty had discovered it, it was useless for him to hide it any longer.
Everything awaits your Majesty's decision.
"The Queen said that continuous stimulation with pheromones...will activate this ability in female bees."
"So that's why you took on human form?"
"Yes, your majesty."
Samuel suddenly remembered that it was that day when he woke up and found Ernest holding him in his arms with his legs up in the air.
It actually started from then on.
“How do pheromones stimulate?”
As soon as these words were spoken, Ernest recalled the words the Queen had said.
[Using pheromones to continuously stimulate the vagina, suck the vagina, or rub the vagina are all effective. ]
His face flushed and he repeated it haltingly.
Then I saw His Majesty's meaningful look.
Ernest almost fainted from shame.
How foolish he was to do such an offense to His Majesty!
While Ernest was criticizing himself, Samuel had already roughly understood what had happened.
Firstly, this could not possibly be a manifestation of the Queen - if the Queen wanted him to live, why would she have to wait until this life?
Secondly, this could not have been the work of the Temple - the Temple had no motive to do so, and besides, who among them could do such a thing under Samuel's nose?
So, that's the only system left.
Why does that system have to go to so much trouble?
Could it be that what it says is true?
Samuel's eyes fell on Ernest's chest.
“Is it effective?”
He suddenly spoke.
“…”
Ernest was silent for a moment, closed his eyes in embarrassment, and then grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands.
He was tongue-tied and really didn't know how to explain himself to Your Majesty.
It would be better to let Your Majesty review it personally.
This time it was Samuel's turn to be silent.
The strong female bee knelt in front of him. He was shirtless, his muscles as vibrant as rolling mountains.
Every inch of his skin was filled with surging power, the ink marks left by the sun.
The bright red fruits are nourished on the black soil with distinct shapes.
This scene overlaps with the previous one.
Samuel still remembered how the clumsy little bumblebee begged him to eat him.
He also remembered the appearance of the little bumblebee. Although it was also strong, it was not as plump as it is now, like a fruit that is about to burst.
So, there are changes.
"Is there...?"
Samuel asked again.
This was difficult for him to detect from his appearance.
"No, Your Majesty."
Ernest said sadly.
"What's the reason?"
His Majesty asked again.
Ernest lowered his eyes sadly, shook his head, but could not say anything.
He is so useless.
This was the only thing he could do for His Majesty, but he failed.
He failed the Queen's expectations and betrayed His Majesty's trust.
Ernest, who lowered his head, did not notice the golden rings shining in Samuel's eyes.
"Isn't it exciting enough?"
Samuel asked softly, his golden mental power fluctuating like his master's emotions.
It was like the wind suddenly blew.
Even Ernest, who was slow to react, noticed the change in light.
He looked at His Majesty.
I saw the corners of His Majesty's mouth curled up.
Those golden eyes were looking at him from beginning to end.
Ernest's whole body trembled as if he had been electrocuted.
He had a vague idea of what was going to happen next.
This caused him to feel pain.
"Do you want me to do as the Queen gave me?"
The rising ending of Your Majesty's tone seems to have a small hook.
Ernest's breathing stopped.
Will Your Majesty allow his usurpation?
——Your Majesty will allow it.
——Didn’t Your Majesty just agree to his love?
Ernest clenched his teeth; he had to do so to prevent them from making a clanging sound.
He was so excited.
Ernest held his breath.
a long time.
The slender hand slowly rested on his clenched fist.
Cold and delicate.
"Then come on your own."
He heard His Majesty say this.
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"White! You're here!" A junior worker bee, currently collecting nectar, buzzed and landed on the flower in White's hand. "Congratulations on passing the female bee exam! Tomorrow is Spring Brewing Day. You must have been waiting for this day for a long time!"
"Ah, it's Tyron."
White forced himself to raise the corners of his mouth, then sighed heavily.
"Why are you unhappy? Is there something on your mind?"
Tyron asked.
Although he was a junior worker bee, he was once chased by a small bee-eater while collecting honey in the wild, and it was White who helped him.
The two bees became friends because of this.
"Oh... don't mention it." White shook his head. "This may be the last time we meet."
"Huh?! Why?!"
White sighed, looking as if he didn't want to talk any more. He instructed Terran, who was resting on the flower, "You must train well, get more sun and wind, and grow up to be a little ugly! It's best if you look tough and astringent, so that you have a better chance of survival! Don't be like me..."
"This year's Spring Brewing Day is blessed by the 'King'. Perhaps he will always be the one to bless it from now on..."
White reached out and touched his face, saying sadly, "I'm so delicate and tender, he'll definitely eat me first!"
"ha?!"
White looked at Tyron and didn't want to tell him this cruel reality.
However, as a senior, he had to give a warning.
He lowered his voice and said, "The 'King' eats bees! Once we become female bees, we will become his food!"
"No!" Terran retorted loudly.
White looked at him with pity: "Although I don't want to, unfortunately, this is the fact."
"That's not true! His Majesty wouldn't eat the Bee Clan! He said he wouldn't harm his people!"
Terran flew up excitedly, his two pairs of wings flapping behind him.
"I've met His Majesty! I've even flown to his fingertips! His Majesty is the most gentle drone in the world! After I pass the exam, I must become his guard bee!"
"Have you met His Majesty? How is that possible!"
"It's true!" Tyron said as he took off. "Many of our bees have seen it. If you don't believe me, come and ask them!"
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“Is it effective?”
Samuel straightened his brand new robe and looked at Ernest.
The dark-skinned little bumblebee's cheeks turned red at this moment.
"Your Majesty, yes, a little."
Samuel looked at him with a half-smile, and saw Ernest tugged at the armor on his chest very awkwardly.
Samuel certainly knew that success had not yet been achieved.
Otherwise, no matter how embarrassed the puppy is, he will come over obediently.
For a puppy, the most important thing in the world is to keep him well fed.
So the puppy has been working extra hard these two days.
I know that ripe fruit is very fragile and its skin will break if touched, so I can’t crush it with my fingers...
Do you still think it is that kind of unripe sour fruit?
Thinking of the green-skinned fruit, Samuel frowned subconsciously.
Saliva began to secrete in his mouth again.
So jealous!
This bad little dog!
"Which outfit do you think is suitable for me?"
Samuel waved to Ernest.
The temple sent a lot of clothes.
The robe is mainly gold and white, and is embroidered with different kinds of flowers.
Because the lives of bees are closely related to flowers, floral elements account for a very large proportion of their aesthetic taste.
"Your Majesty looks good in any outfit."
Ernest answered honestly.
To be honest, no matter what clothes Your Majesty wears, they all look the same to him.
Even wrapped in grass leaves, it would be stunningly beautiful.
Because it is His Majesty who is good-looking.
It's not clothes...
Samuel glanced back, then his eyes fell on the armor worn by the puppy.
The shiny armor was made according to Ernest's previous size and should have fit perfectly, but now it looked a little tight.
The armor, which was originally majestic and represented strength, left traces of restraint on the strong body.
Samuel's eyes darkened.
"Will it be uncomfortable?"
He asked softly.
Ernest felt even more embarrassed after hearing this.
He is a female bee and the training he undergoes is very rigorous. Getting injured is a common occurrence for them.
Ernest had always thought that he could tolerate pain well, but now he found that this was not the case.
It turns out that there are many types of pain.
Being pecked by a bee-eater's beak, torn by sharp claws, or pierced by weapons are not as torturous as the sore and unbearable pain.
It was like boiling magma was crashing against his chest, but he couldn't find a way out.
If it were light clothing, it would be fine.
But when he changed into the hard armor, he actually had to be cautious.
Despite this, Ernest had a secret happiness in his heart.
Firstly, your majesty now has food. Thanks to the books given by the empress, your majesty no longer has to endure hunger.
Second, because...
His despicable thoughts.
His Majesty's eyes often fell on him.
Whether out of curiosity, exploration, or some other reason, there was only his shadow in His Majesty's golden eyes.
This was how Ernest secretly rejoiced in a despicable and cautious way.
When those hands...
Ernest's Adam's apple rolled slightly for a moment.
"Look at this expression, you seem uncomfortable."
Samuel looked up at the female bee standing in front of him.
"Take off your armor."
He said.
"but……"
Although the ceremony begins at noon, His Majesty probably still has a lot of things to deal with.
"Take it off."
Ernest took off his armor upon hearing this. When he saw His Majesty raise his eyebrows and look at him leisurely, he knew he had to continue.
"His Majesty……"
"There are still three hours until the ceremony begins." Samuel glanced at the time. "Little dog, you have to work harder."
"Do you want me to bless you while I'm hungry?"
Samuel continued, tilting his head and letting his dark blond hair fall to the side.
It seems a little...
charming.
"Blessing ten thousand worker bees is quite a strenuous task."
Ernest pursed his lips.
Once again, he hated his own incompetence.
"Then I'll trouble you, Your Majesty."
Samuel laughed.
It really troubles him.
"Come closer."
…
Ernest held His Majesty's head.
His Majesty's seaweed-like curly hair entangled around Ernest's fingertips, as if it had life.
They are no longer as dry as they were when we met again.
"Well!"
Ernest's fingers suddenly tightened, and His Majesty's long hair was grasped in his hands.
The clenching movement lasted only a moment, and Ernest opened his fingers in panic, fearing that he would offend His Majesty.
His arms were raised in the air, but he couldn't help but tighten them.
Ernest raised his head and saw the spring at the highest point of Jiudie Spring.
What is...
It's coming out.
His eyes gradually lost focus, and the spring blurred into one with the mountain wall in his eyes.
Physiological tears filled my eyes.
At the moment when the tears fell, he felt——
The ripe fruits seem to have had their hard peels crushed, and they shouldn't have such peels in the first place.
The juice is squeezed out.
Ernest thought of the sour fruit that had burst between his fingertips.
That's the case with the sour fruit. Before it's ripe, its skin is surprisingly flexible. Even the birds won't peck at it, so it can hang on the tree forever.
Ernest thought that His Majesty had not yet tasted the ripe sour fruit.
It is a wild fruit that grows in dense forests and is very difficult to preserve and transport.
They have a long ripening cycle and are extremely sour until they are fully ripe.
But once they mature, they are quickly eaten by various small animals in the forest.
Even when they are still hanging on the treetops, they will be eaten.
Because its originally thick skin will become very thin and transparent, just like a peach, if it falls to the ground, it will definitely be bruised.
It will break down in a short while.
Every time Ernest saw the bruised wild fruits, he felt very sorry because he wanted to bring one for His Majesty to taste.
He didn't know why the skin of the sour fruit became so thin.
But now he knows.
He was like a sour fruit that suddenly ripened.
He broke through all the skin.
I want to dedicate all my sweet juice to...
People picking.
Ernest lowered his eyes and saw a golden sheen slowly flowing on His Majesty's black curly hair.
He saw His Majesty's eyelashes trembling slightly and the corners of his eyes suddenly raised.
Those golden eyes were like the sun about to jump out of the horizon.
Ernest thought in a trance.
His Majesty might be eating his heart.
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