Zerg: I ​​am the real white moonlight in the Zerg

"But that is not a bug related to you by blood, my lord. Even the God of Bugs cannot decide your birth."

"That is a corpse that has been dead for decades or even hundreds of years. No researcher knows the exact time of his death."

"But I am sure that he is of the same kind as you. Not in terms of biology, but in terms of spirit. You two are similar in spirit and even soul."

"This is why you left the institute, right? Professor Case." Bai Meng asked calmly, not looking surprised at all: "How did you get the corpse of a male insect like me?"

"That corpse came from the royal family. This is why almost all the bugs in the research institute were killed back then."

Keith tried his best to keep his voice from shaking. "As for why you asked me to leave the institute, it's not only because I dissected a rare male insect, but also because I'm from Green, young sir."

"Green?"

Bai Meng was a little confused and turned his gaze to Holtz.

Holtz covered his heart: Ahhhh, your Excellency is so adorable! ! ! !

Holtz coughed and said, "My Lord, before Gonglada, Green was the first noble of the entire Imperial Star. Even the coronation of the royal family must be presided over by the insects of the Green family."

"why?"

Bai Meng was puzzled: "How could the royal family allow insects to decide their coronation?"

"Because we are Green, my Lord."

Keith placed his right hand on his heart, and even though his legs were crippled he still insisted on kneeling in front of Bai Meng, bending his back devoutly.

"The first Grimm took the moon to the sky to meet God, and used all the words he could to explain to God the purity and perfection of the moon. Thus, the moon became the incarnation of God walking on earth."

“When God comes to earth, we do not call Him God, but King.”

"When the King Bug is born, Green will follow it."

"We are the king's priests. The king's will is the direction we follow, and the king's words are the criterion of our lives. But you... seem to have found a guardian who is more qualified than us."

"..."

Bai Meng's right hand tapped the table. He didn't ask Keith to get up from the ground, nor did he have any more emotional ups and downs. He just said calmly: "Continue."

"Yes, young sir. Five hundred years ago, the royal family cleared out all the bugs in the Green family, leaving only my male grandfather."

"Fifty-seven years ago, Windsor asked the insects at the research institute to dissect the male insect and asked us to decipher its genetic code. When we took over, the male insect already had many...gnawing and cutting marks on its body, and even the left wing was only left with bones."

Keith took a deep breath before continuing, "About eight thousand years ago, the hexagonal star swallowed up the light of the silver moon. There has only been one king insect in history. Your ancestors, or the king insects before you, were all devoured by the rebels."

"Then they inherited the silver hair and silver eyes that belonged to the King Bug, and are now the Windsor royal family."

"And I want to remind you that Windsor's way of identifying the king bug is not to look at your hair color or eye color, but desire."

"What desire?"

Holtz could no longer sit still. He saw the floating object. What kind of weird things are the royal family?

"appetite."

"When they see you, their appetite will be aroused, their mouths will unconsciously secrete saliva, and their eyes will expertly weigh which piece of your meat is the most tender and delicious. This is a gene that has been engraved in their bones, the sinful result of sin."

Keith raised his head and looked at Bai Meng who was still calm: "You don't seem to be afraid at all, young sir."

"You..." Keith hesitated for a second before sighing, "You were really too young. At the time, I was immersed in sin and despair, and I...did sense your birth."

"Because of the royal family, I can't go find you. Eighteen years ago, I thought they would find you, but it seems that you were not well taken care of."

"I'm so sorry, my Lord."

"Why are you apologizing?" Bai Meng motioned to Jonathan and Holtz to help Keith up.

"I hope you can tell all the bugs you know that this is my life as a bug. I don't need your apologies, and I don't need to bear any of your expectations. What I have to do is always very simple. There are only four words: live well."

"But isn't what you are doing for the benefit of the insect people?"

Keith was puzzled: "The death of your foster father made you feel guilty and blame yourself, which made you what you are now, a perfect leader bug."

"Don't you want to do more?"

“I can do more even without you.”

Bai Meng's eyes turned cold: "For Patern's sake, Jonathan, send Professor Keith to rest."

Jonathan nodded silently and pushed Keith out.

He knew that he couldn't bring Keith here. If he made the young master unhappy, wouldn't Holtz make things difficult for him?

"But you will definitely go down that path," Case gave his final advice, "Otherwise, how will you protect the bugs around you?"

"..."

"My Lord, are you all right?"

Holtz asked very carefully, as he always felt that something was not right with the young master's current condition.

"I'm fine, Holtz," Bai Meng shook his head: "You go out first, I want to be alone for a while."

"Yes, young sir, I'll be guarding outside the door." Holtz closed the door for Bai Meng.

"001."

"Here, Master Bug!" 001 poked its head out cautiously. The Master Bug was in a bad mood, so it had to be careful.

"Send a copy of the recording to Paten and the Sith family."

"Yes, Master Bug, it has been sent and will be automatically destroyed after being answered."

"Well, now, please turn on video number 0815."

"Okay, okay, Master."

It is confirmed that the main insect’s mood is not very bad, but very, very bad.

Should he tell Patern the Master Bug? 001 was once again in a dilemma.

In a private insect residence, the owner of the insect house welcomed his two partners.

Aladdin knocked on the table: "Hey, why are you all silent? What do you think about Lorraine's business alliance?"

"I don't have any opinion. How about you tell me first?"

Christine said: "After all, our Mr. Aladdin is not short of the money invested in Lorraine."

"Oh, I'm not a sucker," Aladdin rolled his eyes. "Lorraine has been targeted by the royal family. Why would I go against them?"

"But Herman is indeed an invaluable business partner, isn't he?"

Astaroth asked with a smile, "I thought you already considered him a friend."

"It's easy to talk about it in a private situation," Aladdin drained his glass and poured himself another glass of wine, "but this time it's too big, I have to communicate with my brother before making a decision."

Astaroth expressed his understanding and raised his glass to Aladdin: "I wish your brother everlasting victory on the battlefield."

Aladdin immediately drank another glass: "Of course!"