Chapter 132 Feeding
This change certainly does not refer to his hair color and eye color; those outward appearances are not important.
The change came from within Samuel.
He abandoned his meekness and gentleness and rejected the teachings of the temple.
He picked up the sword.
He is truly on the road to becoming a 'king'.
Barron felt inexplicably terrified, even though the male insect in front of him still had inescapable shackles on its limbs, and even though he had no support behind him.
But he saw the illusion that the temple was about to collapse. But this was impossible!
He must inform the 'prophet' of this matter immediately; the hidden danger cannot be left unchecked.
"Okay, everyone, I'm going to take a break."
Samuel pointed to the female insect guards on the left and right: "You can take these away."
"As for the above, you can go down and discuss it among yourselves."
"The one behind... let me see which one tastes better?"
Samuel glanced at them, his golden tentacles solidifying as he poked each of them as if for fun.
"It's not sweet, everyone please leave."
He stretched out his fingers and moved them back twice.
Barron stood up first. Samuel looked at him in surprise. "High Priest Barron, you were kneeling on the ground the whole time? Were you confessing to High Priest James?"
"But High Priest James also fell in love with your female servant."
Seeing Barron's surprised look, Samuel nodded firmly: "Yes, the female bee named Whit."
Whit wasn't one of the guard bees present! Instead, she was a distinguished female servant officially employed by Barron!
"When I saw it before, I thought it was just a conversation between the high priests," Samuel said innocently. "But don't worry, your spiritual tentacles are much stronger than High Priest James's. There aren't many traces left on his spiritual barrier."
"But pheromones...James is much younger than you."
Barron's mental strength is indeed much stronger than James's, but Barron is a generation older than James.
Although the Zerg have a long lifespan, the quality of some things is still affected by age.
Barron's face darkened completely.
Whit laid insect eggs for him just last year!
Barron suddenly looked at James, and saw that James was avoiding his sight guiltily.
His face darkened and he walked away in anger.
James did not linger any longer and disappeared dejectedly behind him.
For a moment, Samuel was the only one left in the room.
He yawned out of boredom.
Samuel had always had a mild illness.
He couldn't recognize the faces of the other Zerg.
Perhaps because the environment he grew up in did not allow him to come into contact with many foreign insects, Samuel has always relied on the color of pheromones and mental power to distinguish different bee tribes.
Things got better when he grew up, and he began to try to remember the hair and eye colors of different bee tribes.
The discovery of this secret was accidental.
Within a day, he discovered that a female insect with exactly the same spiritual sea appeared next to Barron and James, but their eye and hair colors were completely different.
Samuel thought his "sibling recognition system" was malfunctioning, so he paid attention.
But unexpectedly discovered that the female insect named Whit had an affair with James.
At that time, Samuel was still a very pure insect. He began to explore why a female insect would cheat when her spiritual sea was free of worries.
Later he discovered that the queen of the bee tribe gave other bees the ability to reproduce, thus promoting the emergence of the marriage system.
The Queen's original vision was for a 1:1 sex ratio. However, because male insects were cursed with weak bodies and a birth rate far lower than that of female insects, the original marriage system gradually became unbalanced.
Most of the unions between female bees and male bees are not out of so-called "love".
It is more like an exchange of interests. The female bees provide combat power to the male bees, while the male bees are responsible for maintaining the stability of their spiritual sea.
Male insects, possessing powerful mental powers, naturally dominated society, and female insects became one of their resources. Their methods of occupying female insects were very primitive and crude, building mental barriers for them and marking their bodies with pheromones.
There is also competition among male insects. Male insects with stronger mental tentacles can erase the traces of other male insects, and the same is true for pheromones.
But female insects are not resources after all, they also have their own wishes and desires.
So this situation occurs.
According to the teachings of the temple, this is absolutely forbidden. But... male insects cannot live up to the loyalty described by the Queen in the holy scriptures.
This is a very complicated issue, and Samuel ultimately chose not to intervene in the cause and effect of other bee tribes.
But I didn't expect it to come in handy today.
He really has turned bad.
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Samuel's mood did not improve until Ernest brought fresh food into the chamber where he was imprisoned.
The fresh bee-eater meat is roasted to a very crispy aroma, and its skin is brushed with honey, which adds a sweetness to the crispy aroma.
This was the first time in two lifetimes that Samuel ate "meat" without knowing it.
Its texture was clearly visible, making Samuel's stomach churn.
"Not to your liking, Your Majesty?"
Seeing that the male insect did not move for a long time, Ernest was filled with panic.
He moves quickly and it doesn't take long to kill a bee-eater.
But cooking is not easy.
He burnt two pieces before he got this piece of barbecue that looked and smelled just okay.
But as expected... his craftsmanship is still too poor.
Your Majesty will not eat it.
How could a crude female bee like him dream that His Majesty would eat the food he cooked?
"You eat."
Samuel held his chin with one hand, and when he saw Ernest kneeling stiffly and not moving for a long time, he condescended to pick up a piece with his silver fork and put it to the puppy's mouth.
"ah."
He made sounds like he was coaxing a bug, and gently opened his mouth to signal.
Ernest loosened his teeth subconsciously, and the next second, he felt a hint of sweetness on the tip of his tongue.
"Is it tasty?"
His Majesty continued to ask, his eyes narrowed and he looked a little happy.
Ernest nodded. Not to mention a piece of barbecue, even if His Majesty fed him poison, he would say it was delicious.
After nodding, Ernest realized that this was like asking for credit, which was very shameless.
His neck was stiff, and he could only rest his forehead on the ground and ask His Majesty to forgive his disrespect.
"Go on."
Samuel took some effort to lift Ernest's head up.
He did not choose to hand the cutlery to the female insect, but instead took the fork and continued to feed him.
Ernest was tall and had long legs, and even when kneeling in front of him, he still looked very big.
Samuel sat on the floor, and he had to raise his arms slightly.
The long chains of the shackles made a clash of sounds, and the female bee, who was so overwhelmed with happiness that she was motionless, finally reacted.
He still maintained the kneeling position, but his entire upper body leaned downward and forward.
Ernest took the roast meat from the fork.
Maybe... he really put too much honey.
After feeding for a while, Samuel felt tired.
He was still very weak, as the good show in the morning had exhausted all the strength brought by last night's good sleep.
But there was still a lot of barbecue left, and considering Ernest's height, he could definitely finish it.
So Samuel handed the cutlery to Ernest.
The puppy took it blankly, and Samuel looked at him with a smile on his face. If Ernest was really a puppy, he should have a pair of erect, pointed black ears.
The fur should also be black.
At this moment, Ernest carefully forked a piece of barbecue and handed it to Samuel's mouth.
Samuel was stunned.
Ernest finally reacted. His brown pupils shrank in shock and horror, and then turned vertical.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
He actually, actually did something so inappropriate!
How can Your Highness eat the food he has eaten!
Unforgivable!
The next moment, Ernest felt a chill on his wrist, and the majesty's slender fingers rested on his hand.
Then, the silver fork in Ernest's hand shook slightly.
——Your Majesty actually ate the food from his hand.
Ernest's mind went blank. He felt lost, not knowing where he was or what day it was.
Until the short and thick tentacles on his head were pinched by His Majesty as if as a punishment.
"Don't be lazy, little dog."
His Majesty said this while slightly opening his lips.
Ernest mechanically repeated the feeding action, his eyes stupidly fixed on the plump lips.
His Majesty……
Your Majesty is so handsome.
It was more beautiful than any flower he had ever seen and purer than the morning dew.
"I can't eat anymore, Ernest."
Hearing his name again, Ernest's wrist stiffened. The fork he had handed out still had a piece of meat on it. He looked back at the plate and saw that His Majesty had indeed eaten quite a bit.
“Eat it up.”
His Majesty continued.
So Ernest put the barbecue into his mouth.
He ate very quickly.
It was not until all the barbecue on the plate was eaten that Ernest realized what was happening.
Your Majesty's lips... have touched this fork.
No, he had already touched the fork before.
In other words, he touched this silver fork, then His Majesty touched it, and then he touched it again.
He, he not only blasphemed Your Majesty, but also dared to let Your Majesty...
All the blood in the body begins to flow to the head.
Ernest felt so hot all over as if he had been flying for five or six hours under the scorching sun.
He has so much hair all over his body, so summer is harder for him than other worker bees.
No, that's not the point.
The point is that he committed such a crime!
Samuel sat in front of Ernest and watched the skin on Ernest's face turn from black to red, like a...
Tomatoes that are so ripe they are about to go bad.
Maybe if you touch it, the tomato will go bad completely.
Samuel couldn't help teasing the puppy. He stretched out his soft, white, slender fingers and gently placed them on Ernest's cheek.
"It's so hot."
"puppy."
"What are you thinking about?"
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