Chapter 164 Vacation
The afternoon sun grew hotter, and Ernest could feel its power.
It was like clusters of flames fell on his body, as if to burn away the thick fur.
He felt thirsty.
After His Majesty said that, he withdrew his gaze and found a flat place to lie down.
He also gently patted the grass with his hands.
Ernest sat down beside His Majesty, casting his shadow over His Majesty's head.
"Need not."
His Majesty closed his eyes and continued to pat the grass around him.
Such sunlight did not dazzle Samuel. He had been living underground for many years and had an extraordinary love for sunlight.
"Lie down, Ernest."
The bumblebee did as he was told.
He tilted his head and saw the handsome profile of His Majesty.
The long eyelashes are like flower stamens.
Below the high nose bridge is the most beautiful lip bead.
So rich and full.
Like red fruits waiting to be picked.
Did Your Majesty just say that casually?
Did he miss the best opportunity to answer...
Taciturn, stupid and slow-witted.
It's always like this. How can I stay by His Majesty's side forever?
Ernest's fingers couldn't help but grip the grass beside him.
"puppy."
Samuel suddenly spoke, turning his head and raising his eyelashes to reveal his golden pupils.
Like the sun falling into your eyes.
"The grass is calling."
Ernest finally reacted and quickly opened his hands, only to find that his fingers were wet with the juice of the grass.
All crushed...
Samuel glanced at him with a half-smile.
“Not following the laws of nature.”
He said this.
Ernest sat up suddenly, and he moved closer to His Majesty anxiously, even offensively supporting His Majesty's head with his hands.
The shadow instantly enveloped the beautiful drone, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding green grass illuminated by the sun.
The drone was lying on his back, but he was not afraid of this controlled position.
Even waiting leisurely.
“I follow it!”
Ernest said loudly, and then he emphasized it again.
"I do! Your Majesty! I will follow the laws of nature!"
A barely perceptible smile flickered between his golden pupils.
Seeing the puppy's anxious expression, Samuel felt a little sorry.
But this apology was not even as obvious as his smile.
"Yeah?"
Samuel raised an eyebrow.
"I can do anything, and I can do it better than any bee!"
Shameless words came out of his mouth.
Ernest's ambition and courage seemed to grow wildly under the early summer sunshine.
He has the strongest body in the entire bee clan, and naturally possesses abundant physical strength.
He can definitely do it!
"What are you going to do?"
Samuel asked, his tone a little lighter.
This made Ernest unconsciously recall the scene of their reunion.
At that time, Ernest was naked and asked His Majesty to eat his body, and His Majesty reached out and stroked his cheek.
He remembered what His Majesty had said: "If you want to be eaten as food by me, you need to promote yourself well."
Ernest's Adam's apple rolled up and down.
If he wants to be eaten by His Majesty, he must sell himself to His Majesty again.
He took a deep breath.
He is no longer the Ernest he used to be. He has fantasized about His Majesty countless times and has learned many sweet words.
He rehearsed many times.
Ernest took His Majesty's left hand and placed it on his heart.
Your Majesty's fingers are long but with slender joints, but his are different.
Ernest's palms were very broad and strong.
He wrapped his majesty's fingers and then led his majesty's fingers to exert force.
As if to clench my heart...
The fingers dug deep into it.
Ernest has always known His Majesty's preferences.
Because his eyes never leave His Majesty.
He knew His Majesty liked it here.
Perhaps this is because His Majesty has lived in seclusion since childhood, and the 'Prophet' is such a lonely bee tribe.
So Your Majesty really likes physical contact.
Whether it's kneading his tentacles or caressing his cheek.
Your Majesty likes to do this very much.
Ernest also knew that His Majesty liked the touch of firm yet flexible.
This requires strong, explosive muscles and a certain amount of fat.
Ernest has confidence.
His appearance is crude and rough, contrary to the traditional aesthetics of the bee tribe.
but……
Your Majesty likes thick fur.
I also like a strong physique.
That's all he has.
So he trained even harder, harder than any other bee.
He often preys on bee-eaters, not because he likes meat or eats so much, but because he needs the oil to make his fur softer and thicker.
In order to keep His Majesty, Ernest will give everything.
He had long since abandoned his sense of shame.
Just as the rumors say, he is indeed a very scheming female bee.
Ernest's fingers unclenched and clenched.
His brown eyes fell on His Majesty's golden pupils.
——There is no rejection in it.
And your majesty also exudes an alluring fragrance.
Ernest's chest heaved violently.
He felt dizzy.
Maybe the sun is too strong.
But no matter what, he won't stop.
He loves His Majesty and he is eager to give His Majesty everything he has.
Just like ripe fruit, both the juice and the flesh should be dedicated to the person who cultivates it.
He showed His Majesty his deeply hidden bondage.
His Majesty opened his eyes wide in surprise.
Ernest felt indescribable joy.
It turns out that it is such a joy to tear off all my disguises and reveal my most miserable heart to Your Majesty.
He raised his head and looked directly at the golden sun.
That looks like His Majesty's pupil.
He shed tears as he watched.
Color gives soul.
The heart is happy.
.
Five years later.
When Samuel saw the 'prophet' again, the 'prophet' had taken off his silver robe.
He still dressed very simply, but thankfully there were some softer colors.
"prophet."
Samuel spoke first.
The male bee with silver-white pupils shook his head slightly.
"Don't call me 'the prophet' anymore."
He said, his tone as calm as ever.
"Now that the temple has been abolished, this title no longer exists."
Then he looked at Samuel.
"I heard the standards for honey collection have been updated, and you even recruited worker bees to participate in this."
Samuel nodded.
"It's just a record. Senior worker bees are fully capable of doing the job. Anyone who can pass the assessment can take the position, regardless of their gender."
"Have you sent priests... no, drones to the fringe area?" the 'Prophet' continued to ask.
"Yes." Samuel nodded. "Those guys have no idea how hard the worker and female bees work. They think it's spring all year round everywhere."
"I didn't assign them randomly. It's just that their contribution value wasn't high enough... so I just followed the rules."
After Samuel finished speaking, the air became quiet.
He looked up at the setting sun and suddenly asked, "How are you?"
The Prophet nodded almost imperceptibly.
A year ago, when the bill was officially implemented after countless revisions, the long-dried Jiudiequan spring suddenly made a slight sound.
Immediately afterwards, clear spring water surged and fell from the sky.
After learning about this, countless bees praised Your Majesty's wisdom.
They shouted that the Queen also agreed with His Majesty's decision.
The bee tribe, who were originally dissatisfied with the abolition of the temple, did not dare to say a word after seeing this grand occasion.
Four years was enough time for Samuel to gain a foothold, not to mention that he also had the support of the 'prophet' and several high priests.
However, the 'king''s actions did not stop there.
Samuel finally decided to carry out a radical reform of the Temple.
However, he took a more gentle approach.
He subdivided the original duties of the high priest into several specific functional departments and transformed the identity of the priest into a position rather than a noble status.
At the same time, he encouraged both male and female bees to actively participate and take on corresponding positions according to their respective abilities.
Then he began to push the "bill".
Kasa still remembers what Samuel said that day.
"I will make a fine king."
"But I'm just an ordinary drone."
“I can’t guarantee that I will never make mistakes, and I can’t predict future developments.”
"Also, I have feelings and preferences."
"I, too, will eventually pass away."
The young drone stared at him quietly with golden eyes.
At that moment, Kasa knew what the rising sun meant.
Every word this child said seemed to be a beating to him.
He was lashing out at the mistakes he had made and also tightening the reins of the bee tribe.
"So I will establish new rules—strong, clear rules that apply to all bees and will never be changed lightly."
"It is a dead thing, but it is a measure that does not fluctuate."
"I want to build a more just, transparent and stable social order, which should be continuous and stable."
"The future of the bee tribe should be entrusted to all bees, not just one decision-maker."
He took a deep breath.
There was a hint of defiance in his steady, firm voice.
"As for you—"
"Just open your eyes and look at me carefully."
"I will do better than you."
The recollection ended here, and Kasa looked at Samuel.
His black curly hair was tied up with a hair tie, and his golden pupils looked into the distance.
Before long, the child who only knew how to follow behind him became this calm and composed person.
He also looked in the direction where Samuel was looking into the distance.
The grass in the distance rippled with green waves due to the breeze.
It's spring again.
Perhaps due to the nourishment of the Jiudiequan spring water, his physical condition has improved a lot.
"You haven't been out for a long time because you're recuperating."
Samuel said.
"So this is your first time meeting him."
He said as he held out his hand.
Suddenly, an exceptionally fat bee flew out from the flowers.
He looked furry and chubby, and even if his little wings flapped frantically he couldn't fly very high.
Moreover, it seemed that it had very poor control over direction, and it landed several times but failed to stop at Samuel's fingertips.
"This is……"
Kasa's pupils trembled slightly.
He caught the little guy who had flown off the track in his hands.
"My child."
Samuel said, for some reason he felt strangely shy.
The next second, Kasa's hand felt heavy.
The silver mental power instantly formed a net and caught the child who had suddenly transformed.
Samuel, used to it, let the heavy little guy lie on the silver net.
It's too heavy.
It's easy to make your hands sore from holding it.
I don’t know if it’s the water from Jiudie Spring or because they received good care, but these little guys started to take on human-like mimicry not long after they reached the primary worker bee stage.
It's just not perfect yet.
"What's his name?"
The Prophet asked.
"Milo." Samuel said as he looked into the distance where another fat shadow was still lingering.
“Papa!”
Milo was very noisy. After greeting Samuel, he looked at Casa curiously.
"who is he?"
Samuel was silent for a moment, then looked at the silver-haired drone.
Putting aside the title of "prophet", what should he call Kasa?
"Your grandfather."
Samuel said.
At this moment, he clearly heard the sound of the glacier cracking.
"grandfather!"
Milo had no idea what grandpa meant, but he could feel that this was a bee tribe that he could get close to.
So he once again turned into a bumblebee and crawled around in Kasa's hand.
Without waiting for Kasa to answer, Samuel changed the subject again.
"You should have read the bill," said Samuel.
Kasa nodded silently, his eyes still fixed on the little bumblebee, his expression unclear.
"Then you should know that 'king' is also a position."
Kasa nodded again.
"So..." The golden-eyed bee paused for a moment, "I also have a vacation."
Kasa's brows frowned slightly, he noticed something subtly wrong.
Samuel's speech speed became much faster.
"I have a seven-day holiday, which I didn't implement last year. But I think the implementation of the bill will definitely be implemented in all aspects-"
"You were resting for some time due to health reasons, but Kimir has been here the whole time."
“He can connect you with other things.”
Both the 'Prophet' and the High Priest Kimir had recovered a lot from the nourishment of the Jiu Die Spring.
Samuel had absolutely no psychological burden.
For the bee tribe, when they are around a hundred years old, it is the time to make breakthroughs.
"So I'm taking a vacation."
"I'll trouble you for the rest of the time."
As Samuel spoke, he spread his arms as if to embrace the sky.
At this moment, a female bee flew over quickly and hugged him in her arms.
The strong wind blew up Kasa's long hair.
He looked up and saw Samuel waving at him with a smile.
"As for Milo, I'm sorry to bother you too—"
"Who says you're grandpa?"
The two figures quickly disappeared into the sky.
Kasa lowered his head and looked at the little fat boy who had turned into a human form again.
The little fat boy giggled, showing no sign of being shy.
Bee colonies show a high degree of organization and concentration in raising their young, as young bees are very easy to raise. Although Milo is still young, he has already adapted to the embrace of different bee colonies.
"grandfather!"
he called out, holding out his hands.
The 'Prophet' held him in his arms.
"Papa said we can eat candy balls this time!"
Milo said shyly, biting his fingers.
Kasa was speechless for a moment.
Samuel, that guy! How can he take care of a child?
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