Reincarnated To Evolve My Bee Empire - Chapter 325

Chapter 325: Testing the cure
On a good side, this was a great opportunity to test how good of a cure these things were. And how they worked exactly, actually.

I flew to the pen where the dodo chicks were kept. The place was constantly buzzing with activity: bees brought in fresh food, cut it into tiny pieces that even chicks could digest, fed them and cleaned the beasts. Unlike black dragons, which could be left to their own devices most of the time, dodo chicks required constant maintenance.

We barely had enough people for this. All the bees involved looked tired, and I knew even they wouldn’t be able to work at this pace for long.

But we only needed a few more days.

I looked over the dodo chicks. Right now, many of them were shedding their scales to replace them with thicker, bigger ones. Still, the beasts were far from being adults.

All of them had the same stats, so I picked one that looked slightly weaker.

“Girls,” I addressed the beast keepers. “I want you to cut this dodo a little and harvest ten buckets of its blood. Be careful like if you were harvesting mine! I want the dodo to live!”

“Yes, Father!” a leader of the group replied immediately. After some thinking, she pointed at a worker. “You! You have steady hands and are good with knives. Find yourself someone to hold the buckets and the beast!”

With the size of a dodo chick, which already was larger than a black dragon, ten bee-sized buckets will be barely noticeable for it! And I didn’t know yet, if this amount of blood will be enough for Tamsha.

We couldn’t afford to waste any of this precious blood by using too much of it.

Extracting this blood was another challenge.

The bees moved the chick away from the others. It hobbled far enough down our cavern for darkness to hide this one from the rest. I didn’t want other dodos to get anxious—they were already troublesome enough.

This dodo chick didn’t want to be cut, of course, and stared cautiously at the approaching bees. When they got too close, the dodo chick lazily swatted at them with its wing.

“I know what might work,” I said after watching this continue for a few seconds. “Several bees should gather together and stun the dodo with telepathic shouts.”

I remembered reports of Agent Whisper’s fight against an evolved hornet. Soldiers already used telepathy in a fight to momentarily distract an opponent, but perhaps this was the time to learn how to turn it into a weapon.

“Yes, Father!” my girls replied, as always.

Soon, a dozen bees gathered around the dodo chick. Not a sound was said aloud, and I was too far away to hear even the echoes, but…

The dodo chick squeaked and jolted, as if struck by lightning! Its body tensed; then it tucked its head under its chest and huddled on itself as if trying to hide from something!

“Yes! This is it! Work fast!” I shouted from a distance.

They did—in seconds, a knife-wielding bee was on the dodo’s back, cutting into its side. Blood poured out, and another bee was already there with a folding leather bucket to gather it.

All of this cost the dodo a single health point.

The dodo chick squeaked and tried to rise.

“Blast it with telepathy again!” I ordered, and an instant later the chick folded its head back again.

Soon, all the buckets were filled. By then, the blood had already stopped flowing from the wound—the elbow-long incision left by the knife-wielding bee was just a tiny scratch for a massive beast.

“Now—to Tamsha!”

The man was sitting with his back leaning on a pillar mountain. One of his servants was giving him water to drink, but backed off when I appeared with all my buckets of blood in tow and extra guards to fend off curious and hungry insects.

‘This is the cure you need,’ I declared, landing on the man’s shoulder. He didn’t even jolt, which was a sign of his poor health.

His health was an even clearer sign.

〔Human〕

〔Name〕: Tamsha ma Hamatsk

〔Health〕: 63 / 91

〔Stamina〕: 31 / 111

It was 67 health when I began gathering blood! This was not good at all.

‘A cure? Should I drink it?’

And he was not being suspicious, either!

‘No. Just stand still. This should go in your blood.’

I hoped it wouldn’t make Tamsha feel even worse as I gave my girls a sign to get closer.

There were plenty of wounds on Tamsha, many of them barely covered by bandages. I telepathically ordered Tamsha’s servant to get one of the bandages off, opening a broad expanse of pus and inflamed meat—one of the “small” gashes left by the dragon’s claws.

“Awful,” I muttered. “Girls, pour blood in. But carefully! Let it… Go into his bloodstream.”

They did—compared to the size of the wound, the amount of blood we used was like putting a drop of water in it.

‘Now what?’ Tamsha asked tiredly.

‘Now your servant covers this wound and you rest.’

He nodded and closed his eyes.

‘If I die here… Do your part, hear me, “Emperor”? If you are truly a monarch, then be an honorable one… Save my mom…’

I nodded seriously and promised him,

‘I will.’

Or at least, I will try my best—but Tamsha didn’t need to hear this.

I flew away from him and returned to the bees’ camp. It was gradually preparing for rest—the sun was going down, and the dodo chicks were going to sleep one by one.

I sat near the exit, from where I could still see Tamsha in the distance and watch his status.

If he didn’t get better in the next hour, I was going to pour more blood onto him and into him.

By my estimate, we had only three days left for the dodo hunt, and two days until Farini’s people came to help.

Will Tamsha survive that long?