Master and his butler Mr.

Hernandez opened his eyes and sighed.

The sun had already risen, and Mr. Housekeeper was gone, those sweet dreams were washed away by the cool morning air.

He lazily got up from the bed, stretched his waist, and felt extra energetic.

Probably the hot spring water really has some effect.

According to Mr. Fermont's suggestion, they would have to wait another month in the capital, but anyway, with the almighty Mr. Steward, Hernandez never had to worry about these things.

Now that he has a house and money, he has confidence in his heart. He is not afraid of living in the capital. The only thing he is afraid of is Mr. Housekeeper, especially afraid of him leaving.

After all, we have to wait until we return to Mountbatten. Hiernandez still has absolute confidence in this point. Mr. Steward is a very responsible person, and he will never leave without permission before the little master settles down.

What about after settling in?Hernandez shrugged his nose, he felt that there would never be a day when he would settle down!

But what he thinks is not important, what the housekeeper thinks is important.

But what did Mr. Butler think?

Sometimes Hernandez felt that Mr. Steward had feelings for him that were beyond his responsibility, but at other times, he felt that he couldn't touch it, as hard as a rock.

"Young Master, you're awake." It's strange that Mr. Butler can always grasp the time when he wakes up, and then serve a hot breakfast at the right time.Maybe this is evidence that he takes himself seriously?

Hernandez glanced at the dinner plate. It was a milk cereal batter, a small piece of butcher pie, and a little fruit. Well, today's fruit is blueberry, which looks quite cute.

The problem is that he is no longer a child!

Hernandez didn't understand why Mr. Butler could always conjure up such a similar breakfast at any time, no matter where or when.Every morning, he is coaxed to eat the so-called nutritious breakfast like a child!

So, in Mr. Steward's heart, he is just a child who hasn't grown up yet?Hernandez was a little frustrated.

After washing up and then having breakfast, Hernandez tidies up their room with Mr. Housekeeper, which is his favorite part of the day.

This is a luxury hotel in the hot spring area. They booked a suite with two bedrooms inside and outside, as well as a bathroom and a study room. He sleeps in the master room, and Mr. Housekeeper sleeps in the one outside. Hernandez Disliked the structure and decided to check out today.

It's a pity that this kind of decision is usually made by the housekeeper.

"We're going to stay here for a week, and we won't be able to hand over the house until your inheritance is recognized. Do you want to go to the hunting ground? Mr. Fermont said he has two horses that he can lend us, and there are a few more good ones." hounds," said the butler.

"Really? When will we go?" Hiernandez opened his eyes excitedly, and he had already thrown away his thoughts just now.

"Anytime." Mr. Butler smiled.

The rooms of Mr. Fermont and Luo are next door. I don’t know why the butler said that it’s not suitable to visit now. They can go straight away. Hernandez, who had been excited for a long time, didn’t think much about it, and went to see the horses. went.

Mr. Fairmont doesn't have a house in Seleu, but he has a horse farm, which is full of good horses and all kinds of hounds. Hernandez took a long time to choose two brown horses that look very docile. It was actually chosen by Mr. Steward, along with four greyhounds and a dog handler.

Hernandez's riding skills are not bad, he has received formal riding training, and this is one of the few courses he can get affirmed, not to mention Mr. Steward, he is Hernandez's Riding teacher.

"Where are we going?" Hernandez asked.

"Gentlemen," said Tom the Dog Handler, bowing respectfully, "the forest in the west is clearer now, and we can hunt hares."

Hare hunting?Hernandez secretly glanced at Mr. Housekeeper, thinking of the time he made an appointment with Luo, he felt a little awkward, but he agreed to Tom's suggestion.

Seleu's hunting ground is a very large hunting ground, with many wild animals, but the most popular and easiest is always hunting hares. They breed quickly and lack attack power. A few hounds that are good at running can deal with them. It can also make the nobles easily enjoy the fun of hunting.

Hernandez galloped for a while and harvested three silly rabbits. He was a little tired, and he looked at Mr. Steward: "I saw a red fox just now, can we try this?"

Mr. Butler nodded, and Tom ran up from behind panting: "We don't have enough people, and there are fewer dogs. If you want to hunt foxes, there happens to be a fox hunting team over there, and the leader is Baron Andre , he is a very enthusiastic gentleman, would you like to join their team?"

"Of course." Hernandez nodded.

After expressing his intention to come, Baron Andre really warmly accepted the new neighbor. His house was very close to the house Hernandez had chosen, and he was also happy to invite Hiernandez to visit him.

"Fox hunting enjoys the chase, not the kill," Baron Andre told Hiernandez. "Find these cunning little guys, track them down, drive them away, drive them underground and catch them again. Every process is impossible. Without that, it's a perfect fox hunt."

"And let them go?" Hernandez asked naively.

"Of course not," Baron Andre laughed, "then shoot and kill. Remember, you must take care of your dog. Biting is not an elegant fox hunting process. Only the final blow and killing is the perfect ending. "

The hunter skillfully found the fox's lair, and then the dog handler's horn sounded, the foxhounds barked one after another, and the nobles on horseback yelled loudly, chasing and rounding up the poor little thing together.

Hernandez followed excitedly at first, but soon became listless.

"I think this is torture rather than hunting," he complained in a low voice to Mr. Housekeeper, "running for half a day with a small thing that is destined to be hunted, watching it be frightened and exhausted, I really don't feel any joy."

The fox was hunted down not long after, and Hernandez turned his head a little bit unbearably, and after a while, he excused himself to say goodbye to Viscount Andrey.

"I don't like that," Hernandez said. "Hare hunting is no fun, and fox hunting is even more so."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with hunting, but it's not for survival, it's just for fun. I probably don't feel the fun in it." Hernandez continued to explain, and was worried that Mr. Butler would be swept away by his sudden departure. She couldn't help but look at him apprehensively.

Mr. Butler patted Hernandez's head tenderly: "I agree with your idea."

Encouraged, Hernandez grasped Mr. Housekeeper's hand: "Do you think so too, that's great."

Then, he secretly grabbed Mr. Housekeeper's hand and refused to let go.

Well, Mr. Butler didn't seem to notice. He was amused to see Mr. Butler's normal expression.