Chapter 160 Gambling
Ernest put Samuel down.
He looked at Samuel in silence.
After a while, he said, "Your Majesty, be careful."
Ernest knew he couldn't go in; His Majesty wouldn't allow it.
Just like just now, even though His Majesty didn't say anything, he knew where His Majesty was going.
Samuel's mood had calmed down a lot, and he patted Ernest's shoulder soothingly.
"I'm not as fragile as you think."
Samuel said.
He was telling the truth. In the dungeon, no bee could hurt him.
Samuel's mental power is enough to penetrate the mental sea of an A-level female bee in an instant, not to mention the male bee.
Even facing the attack of the Prophet's externalized mental power, Samuel was confident that he could escape unscathed.
Samuel walked alone into the long corridor.
The white stone bricks have shown signs of age.
Samuel is familiar with everything here because he grew up here when he was young.
here it is--
The place where the 'prophet' lived.
.
'The Prophet' is a strange drone.
Ordinary bees like warm environments and bright colors, but the 'Prophet' is not like that.
He is as plain as a piece of white paper or a piece of ice.
He was dressed in nothing but a silver-white priestly robe.
The only colored clothes were the flowers painted on by young Samuel.
The same is true where he lives.
White floor tiles, unpolished rock walls, and furnishings that can be seen at a glance.
It's like a huge snow cave.
It totally lives up to its name.
——Snow Palace.
"This is not the place for you."
A cold voice sounded, and silver-white mental power instantly appeared in front of Samuel.
Samuel had no difficulty in dispelling the warning.
He looked at the figure with its back to him in silence.
Just like when I was a kid.
After a long time without receiving a response, the 'prophet' turned around.
The moment he saw Samuel clearly, his silver-white pupils shrank instantly.
Because of that wasp with golden eyes.
Crying.
"Samuel, tears are the most useless thing."
The 'prophet's' voice was flat and he looked at Samuel as if he were a weakling.
"No."
Samuel denied.
There was no expression on the face of the 'prophet', he was as cold as an eternal glacier.
He neither asked Samuel the reason nor drove him away.
As if he didn't care at all.
"Tears are the sharpest weapon."
Samuel said this was what he knew about Ernest.
The 'Prophet' did not respond to him, did not even acknowledge him, and turned away.
So Samuel was left alone to talk to himself.
"It can easily penetrate the hearts of those who love me."
Samuel laughed.
He didn't care about his own monologue at all and seemed like the most shameless person.
He walked towards the 'Prophet' step by step.
Samuel is like the most observant drone in the entire bee colony.
Although he couldn't remember the faces of the others, the emotions of all the bee tribes seemed to be specially marked with pictures in his eyes.
'The Prophet' is a little different.
The emotions of other drones are like fog, but the emotions of the Prophet are like a glacier.
The fog is ever-changing.
But the glacier was quiet.
Samuel's steps became lighter, like a child returning home.
"You know what, Prophet? I never really make you angry."
He said as he stepped onto the platform.
When he was young, Samuel always managed to accurately walk the line of being a "prophet".
Like all loved children, they always know when their father or mother is really angry.
Now, Samuel felt he had touched that bottom line again.
"Prophet, your spiritual power is like a glacier."
But just now——
At the moment he shed tears, Samuel clearly saw the glaciers collapse instantly.
Revealing deep cracks.
"So you love me this much."
The 'prophet' did not move, and he did not even bother to pay attention to Samuel's words.
"absurd."
The 'prophet' didn't know what was wrong with Samuel, so he closed his eyes and ignored him.
But Samuel pressed on, he climbed up the platform and even came to the side of the 'prophet'.
At this moment, Samuel suddenly reached out and grabbed the 'prophet's' arm.
At that moment, the Prophet's smooth skin looked like wrinkled rice paper, showing signs of aging.
The 'Prophet' retreated dozens of steps.
The silver-white mental power struck down like lightning.
It transformed into dozens of long arrows and attacked Samuel without mercy.
Samuel did not dodge. He stretched out his right hand and a golden barrier formed from his hand.
The silver-white arrow touched the barrier in an instant.
A few ripples appeared on the golden barrier, like traces of raindrops sinking.
But the next moment, the arrow broke through from the inside of the barrier, and the remaining force did not slow down.
——That barrier didn’t work at all.
A long arrow pierced Samuel's right shoulder.
Blood splattered from Samuel's body.
As if time forbade it, the rest of the arrows stopped at the moment they pierced Samuel.
Samuel was laughing.
He reached out and pulled out the sharp arrow stuck in his shoulder. The silver-white arrow was still trembling slightly.
"You've softened your heart."
He said.
And he made the right bet.
"Samuel."
The Prophet's eyes darkened.
"Do you think I really don't dare to kill you?"
Samuel slowly straightened his robes and knelt on the cold ground.
"I want to know the truth."
"Why do you want me to awaken the wasp bloodline?"
"Why did you let me see that?"
"besides……"
Samuel paused.
"What's going on with your body?"
He said softly.
Just like when he was a child listening to the "prophet"'s lectures, he asked a series of questions, and the "prophet" answered his doubts one by one.
The 'Prophet' did not speak.
And Samuel didn't move.
a long time.
The sound of "ticking" rang out in the empty snow palace.
Samuel's blood fell to the ground.
The right side of his robe was stained with blood, like a sea of roses, but his face gradually turned pale.
In contrast, Samuel had a calm expression.
In the Snow Palace.
The white ground reflected the figures of two people sitting opposite each other.
One is a cold silver-white, and the other has been dyed red.
But their calm expressions were exactly the same, even the curves of their lips were so similar.
"Is letting the 'King' die in my chamber your way of tearing down the temple?"
A sarcastic voice rang out in the Snow Palace, extremely cold and indifferent.
But Samuel didn't care. He curled his eyes, smiled and didn't answer.
Time passes by every second.
Samuel's face was as pale as paper.
Even the bright petals gradually faded, like a withering flower.
The gold in his eyes gradually dimmed, and Samuel closed his eyes tiredly.
The sound of chains clashing could be heard.
Samuel opened his eyes and saw silver chains forming above him.
"If you want to die, there's no need to defile this place."
The Prophet said coldly.
It looked like they were going to drag him out.
Samuel followed suit, hooking the golden chains firmly around the pillars and then gathering them all in his right hand.
As long as the silver chain pulled him, Samuel's already injured right shoulder would inevitably suffer a huge impact.
After doing this, Samuel closed his eyes again.
The Prophet's thin chest rose and fell visibly for a moment.
Samuel couldn't see.
But Samuel didn't have to see it.
He could already hear the sound of the glacier cracking.
At this moment, a voice came from outside.
"Prophet! Prophet!"
The voice sounded old, yet extremely anxious.
"Samuel didn't eat the flesh of the Bee Clan, he was—"
With the sound of the door being pushed open, Kimir's unfinished words were stuck in his throat.
His pale green eyes widened as he looked at the two people in front of him in disbelief.
The crisscrossing chains in the Snow Palace were like a dragnet, trapping the two people inside.
But if you look closely, you will find that all the gold and silver chains are tied to one person.
The blood on his body was even more shocking.
Black hair and golden eyes.
That is the current 'king' of the bee tribe.
But despite being seriously injured, the king always had a smile on his face.
It was as if he was not the one imprisoned.
But another person.
"Samuel!" Kimmel shouted in disbelief.
"High Priest Kimir."
Samuel turned and greeted him.
He had a vivid memory of the green-eyed high priest, a high priest who had devoted his whole heart to the pursuit of the 'Prophet'.
He is also the oldest among the many priests.
When Samuel was young, he often worried that the old priest would die suddenly, but he didn't expect that he would persist for so many years.
"W-What on earth is going on?"
Kimir looked at the 'Prophet' and saw anger burning in the 'Prophet's' silver-white pupils.
He quickly realized that the most urgent thing now was to stop Samuel's bleeding.
Otherwise, this delicate wasp will die!
"Bastard."
After saying this, the 'prophet' turned away.
The silver chains also turned into endless points of light, merging into the Prophet's body like a galaxy.
Only Kimir and Samuel were left in the Snow Palace.
"High Priest Kimir, please help me bandage this."
Samuel said.
"Also, what happened to the 'prophet's' body?"
Hearing this, Kimir's green pupils constricted.
“…You understand.”
"yes."
Samuel replied.
He turned to Kimir and said, "Please tell me."
Kimir looked in the direction where the 'prophet' left. He certainly knew that this was his tacit consent.
This stubborn and cruel 'prophet' was ultimately defeated by the child he had raised.
He let out a long sigh.
"This matter has to start from the founding of the temple."
"The Queen's blessing is real."
Kimir said softly.
Samuel didn't understand at first, but he soon caught on.
"You mean—"
"Yes." Kimel nodded. "In every generation of drones, there are those with exceptional mental strength."
"He can capture the Queen's power and awaken the dried-up Nine-fold Spring."
"Let the bee tribe prosper and never decline."
"But--"
Samuel said in disbelief.
Because the generation gap of the bee tribe's 'king' has lasted for hundreds of years.
This is something recognized by all bee tribes.
"It's... the temple."
Samuel whispered.
Kimir nodded sadly.
"It's the temple."
"Although the 'King' possesses unparalleled talent, he is not born into this world on the day he is born."
Drones are physically weak, and their mental strength is gradually trained as they age, and will not mature until they reach adulthood.
The same goes for 'King'.
His growth also follows this law. He does not show any signs of abnormality at birth. Some of them even mature slower than ordinary drones.
Moreover, the birth of a 'king' is random and not based on bloodline.
Therefore, only when Jiudiequan is successfully awakened can the identity of the "King" be confirmed.
Before this, he was no different from an ordinary drone.
If the previous 'king' is still in power, there will be no new 'king'.
"The founding of the temple was initially an accident. That year, the bee tribe was attacked by wax moths. The beehives were destroyed, and even the precious drones were threatened."
Samuel knew this history. It was because of this war that the sun-loving bees moved their entire hive underground.
"Although the female bee guards finally drove away the wax moth, many drones still died, probably including the 'king' who had yet to awaken Jiudiequan."
"You know the shape of the Jiu Die Spring. It has nine pools in total. If they were all full, they could support the bee colony for fifty years."
"But by then, twenty years had passed since the previous 'king' passed away. During these twenty years, almost all the female bee warriors had successfully transformed by drinking the water from the Jiudiquan Spring, which consumed a huge amount of energy."
"Even so, if the bee tribe continues to wait like this, it should be enough time for the next 'king' to mature."
"But the bee tribe at that time had never seen the sight of half the water in Jiudi Spring drying up. They began to worry that the spring would be completely depleted before a new 'king' appeared."
“And so the strife began.”
"Then the temple was established, saving the crisis and leading all the bees to start building the underground city."
Samuel nodded.
He knew all of these situations, and they were not secret texts.
"The emergence of the temple changed the way worker bees transform into female bees and greatly reduced the consumption of the Nine-fold Spring. The male bees, having gained so much support, are reluctant to give up the power they have gained."
"They still need the 'King' to awaken the Nine-Fold Spring, but they no longer need the 'King' to rule them."
Samuel understood.
All young drones are raised by the temple, and once they are found to have the qualities of a 'king', their contact with the outside world is reduced.
And when the "King" successfully awakens Jiudiequan, that is the day he is placed under house arrest.
So the temple was built on top of the bedroom.
They firmly controlled the Jiudiequan and even expended enormous mental energy to jointly build the "secret channel" - that is, the altar.
From then on, people no longer had to pass through the "king's" bedroom to obtain the water from Jiudie Spring.
"But even without a 'king', the water of Jiudiquan Spring has not been exhausted. Will the bees believe it?"
Samuel asked.
The spring water was supposed to last only 30 years, but it was used for hundreds of years.
Even if the amount used is reduced a lot, there will always be a day when it runs out...
Don’t the bees have any doubts?
Just then, he suddenly remembered something incongruous.
——The priest's diary.
"What if the other bee tribes don't know that the blessing uses the water from the Nine-fold Spring?"
Kimmel said, giving a wry smile.
"That's what I want to tell you."
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