Chapter 154 Anxious
Samuel didn't refuse, he smiled.
"Nine-fold spring water?"
"Ernest, give me the porcelain jar in your hand."
The tall bees did as they were told.
Gibran's mouth drooped. He looked at Samuel's smiling eyes and his heart skipped a beat.
He actually knew...
"If you don't want to use this can, the one in Dreiser's hand will do."
Samuel said in a low voice.
Now, Gibran didn't have to make any more guesses.
Samuel knew.
——He knew that some of these porcelain jars contained only ordinary water.
To reduce Samuel's conversion rate...
Who knew that he didn't use the water from Jiudiequan at all!
Ten thousand worker bees! Even a prophet shouldn't possess such mental power, let alone Samuel, who is starving to death!
"Go ahead."
Samuel urged softly.
Except for the 'King' and the 'Prophet', the drones in the entire bee clan do not have the ability to use their mental power alone to bless the worker bees. They must rely on the power of the Jiudie Spring!
Gibran gritted his teeth. It had come to this point, he couldn't possibly embarrass himself.
He called the priest who was holding the porcelain jar.
The result is predictable——
There was no change in these worker bees, who were blessed again.
"High Priest, would you like to personally bless these worker bees once more?"
Samuel smiled, and a guard bee quickly handed Gibran a porcelain bottle.
Gibran gritted his teeth. Samuel was slapping him in the face in public!
He quickly knelt on one knee and began to apologize.
"Your Majesty, this is all my fault."
"I originally thought that these worker bees had undergone extensive training and were relatively old. If, in order to maintain their conversion rate, they missed the Spring Brewing Day, personally blessed by His Majesty, they didn't know when they would have the chance to transform into female bees..."
"So, out of pity, I made a mistake and included them in the recording."
"It seems they still need some practice—"
Gibran spoke with great emotion.
"Oh? I see."
Samuel fell silent after he finished speaking.
Gibran was kneeling on the ground when he suddenly heard a commotion behind him.
The attention of all the bees was drawn to the scene happening in the stands.
"what happened?"
White was also attracted by the commotion and stood on tiptoe.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Walkley covered his mouth. "One of the worker bees in the stands has successfully become a female bee!"
"There's more than one!"
"Oh my god, isn't that Colin? He failed the bee test!"
Walkley shook his head and quickly glanced at the commotion. "He's strong enough... Those successfully transformed female bees in the stands are the ones who should be added to the list..."
Tens of thousands of bees were transformed into female bees simply by relying on your Majesty's mental power.
No need to rely on any external force...
Nor will we allow any bees who use crooked methods to take advantage of us...
Is this the power of the 'King'?
With such a gentle yet strong mental strength, and such cautious and perceptive eyes, would such a 'king' really harm his own people as the rumors say?
Walkley held his heart.
He doesn't think so.
Perhaps, as White said, His Majesty is a very gentle lord.
"Even if it's a supplementary enrollment, it should be based on the order of ability."
Samuel said softly, looking at the worker bees in the audience who had failed to transform successfully.
"If you pass the female bee exam next year with your own strength, I promise to bless you again."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
"Long live His Majesty, and eternal glory!"
It was not known which bee started it first, but the female bees all knelt on the ground.
"Long live His Majesty, and eternal glory!"
They placed their right hands on their left breasts in a very ancient chivalric salute.
That's where their hearts beat.
It also represents their most ardent loyalty.
In the warm atmosphere, Gibran also knelt on the ground.
He lowered his head and saw his own shadow on the shiny crystal floor.
Samuel! That damned wasp!
He didn't even need the power of the Jiudie Spring to bless tens of thousands of worker bees!
In time, all the bees will turn against us—they will all become Samuel's people! Samuel's knights!
By then, where will he still have a place? !
He couldn't just wait like this—
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"The 'King' has transformed all the worker bees."
The high priest with green eyes reported to the 'prophet'.
The 'prophet's' expression did not change, his silver eyes did not look at Kimir, but at Gibran beside him.
Gibran clenched his fists under such scrutinizing gaze.
"You knew he would succeed?"
Gibran asked.
"Watch your attitude, Gibran!" Kimmel shouted, but the 'prophet' raised his hand to stop him.
"Yes." The Prophet replied.
"You already knew my moves!"
"yes."
Gibran was shaking with anger.
Knowing it, but not stopping it.
Did he think his actions couldn't affect Samuel at all?!
He looked at the 'prophet' in disbelief, wondering what the actual ruler of the temple was thinking...
He never understood why the prophet wanted to free Samuel from his chains. If Samuel were allowed to remain king, the status of the temple would be in jeopardy!
Is it just to get Samuel to bless these worker bees?
Just ten thousand female bees! Even if Samuel wasn't released, the temple could still do this in time.
Or...the 'prophet' actually has high hopes for Samuel.
He is like a queen, thinking that the 'king' can lead the bee tribe further?
But as far as he knew, the claim that Samuel was a disaster came from the 'prophet'!
Could it be that they really developed feelings for each other later on? !
But it was this 'prophet' who made Samuel awaken the wasp bloodline!
“Talent is irreplaceable.”
The 'Prophet' spoke, lowering his eyes to look at Gibran, the young high priest's brilliant blond hair and deep blue eyes reflected in his silver pupils.
"Really?" Gibran said with a smile, "Then the insect species are also like this."
The 'Prophet' did not take offense at his offensive attitude, but nodded.
"It's all like that."
Gibran laughed.
He did not agree with the first half of the 'prophet's' statement.
Talent is important, but luck and means can make up for many things.
In the days without a 'king', can't the 'prophets' and high priests in the temple still control the bee tribe?
None of them have the potential to be a 'king', none of them have the talent.
Then why can't he?
But the dominant insect species are different.
Just like an ant cannot become a bee by growing wings.
Dragonflies will not switch to eating leaves.
It is also impossible for wasps to change their carnivorous nature.
Samuel had already tasted his fellow man.
On the day of spring brewing, which consumed a lot of his mental energy, when he was being praised to the highest level, could he really refuse the blood of a drone?
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After Gibran left.
Kimir looked at the 'Prophet'.
His old green eyes revealed a myriad of emotions.
After a long moment, he sighed.
"Do you really want to do this?"
"If this succeeds, the child you raised with your own hands will be completely..."
The 'Prophet' raised his hand, stopping Kimir from saying anything else.
"Do you want to go through this again?"
The 'Prophet' asked back.
Kimir's lips trembled for a moment.
He wanted to say, maybe Samuel was different.
If the female bee had not been killed by the high priest at that time, Yulia might not have been so extreme.
Things won't come to that.
And Gibran...
But in the end, Kimmel said nothing.
He had witnessed a smiling drone being corrupted beyond recognition by power.
Then, the 'prophet' also changed.
Even he himself has changed a lot, hasn't he?
In the end, everything he wanted to say turned into a long sigh.
Disappeared in the 'prophet's' silver-white eyes without any emotion.
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After the blessing ceremony, the grandest ceremony of Spring Brewing Day came to an end.
Although there is a party, it has to wait until after the sun sets.
As soon as Samuel was out of the sight of the bees, he staggered. Fortunately, Ernest, who had been following him, reached out in time.
"His Majesty!"
Samuel put his arms around Ernest's neck.
After all, blessing tens of thousands of worker bees consumes a considerable amount of mental energy.
"Still hungry."
He said.
The golden eyes stared at the tall female bee without blinking.
The female bee's masseter muscles were indeed tense, like a fully drawn bowstring.
He stammered, "Then, Your Majesty, please continue—"
“But not here.”
Samuel continued, looking over Ernest's shoulder out into the corridor.
Although they had left the temple, they had not yet reached the bedroom.
If a bee tribe passes by...
Ernest held the slender Majesty in his arms.
He walked away and replied, "Please wait a moment."
Ernest walked quickly, and Samuel leaned comfortably in his arms, his slender fingers touching the armor.
The armor of the Guard Bee will have its name engraved on the left chest.
But maybe a tattoo of his name should be placed here as well.
Samuel thought as he tapped his armor lightly with his fingertips.
"Anything else?"
He asked.
Ernest's body stiffened. He certainly knew what His Majesty was asking about.
Time was urgent just now, Your Majesty...
Only ate half.
He originally thought that once the blockage was removed, he would no longer feel such bloating and pain.
but……
"Is there anything cushioned?"
Samuel's question almost made Ernest combust on the spot. He looked into His Majesty's golden eyes. There was no weakness in those eyes!
It's clearly——
Seeing the puppy's shocked expression, Samuel laughed again.
"Very hungry."
He emphasized, his slender fingers reaching back and gently stroking Ernest's elytra.
Although His Majesty did not speak, Ernest still understood the silent hint.
He released his wings.
Although the passages in the dungeon were not too cramped, it was still a little difficult to flap his wings and fly, especially for a large bumblebee like him.
Ernest could only gallop close to the ground.
But he heard His Majesty in his arms laughing again, and his black curly hair brushed against Ernest's neck.
Ernest heard His Majesty say softly.
"You're so anxious, puppy."
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