Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

"Awwww-!"

Fufu's cries echoed through Sterling Mansion.

The faces of the maids and attendants in the mansion showed unbearable expressions.

Everyone likes this little lady very much. She is cute and has a lively personality. She doesn't have the arrogance of a child who has been pampered and raised.

He just likes to run around and hide and seek with everyone. He often disappears in the blink of an eye and cannot be found for a long time.

The lady was afraid that she would be injured if she fell into the pond or knocked over the sculpture, so she tied the little guy to her wrist with a long silk scarf, like walking a dog, and then she reluctantly looked at her.

But should it be said that both parents are hunters?

The little guy's energy was a bit too much, and the elderly lady couldn't even walk.

Miss Jessica had no choice but to arrange for a strong young maid to replace the old lady.

The maid's daily task now is to be dragged around the house by Fufu, and her daily amount of exercise is higher than that of the guards in the house.

Such happy days lasted for nearly two months.

Yesterday, the little lady’s parents, Master Ancil and Mrs. Gale, came back.

The little lady's good days have come to an end.

Before the little lady was born, Master Ancil rarely came to Sterling Mansion.

The young attendants were not familiar with him. They only knew that he was a very powerful hunter and was kind to everyone, but he had a strict personality.

On the day I came back, I checked how many words the little miss had recognized in the past two months, and the result was that the little miss was grounded.

She is less than five years old

As for Mrs. Gale, she is a very interesting person, but she has no sense of boundary between master and slave.

She would even sneak into the kitchen in the middle of the night to steal food. She could have asked the maid to tell the chef to prepare it and bring it to the room, but she said the food tasted better.

Once he was caught by a patrolling guard and thought there was a thief in the mansion.

Regarding the fact that the little lady did not study hard, Mrs. Gale acted very indifferent.

But just now, another thing happened at the dinner table, which made Mrs. Gale furious.

Seemingly dissatisfied with her father's confinement, the young lady overturned the plate angrily and spilled the food on the floor.

Mrs. Gale's expression became quite terrifying at that time.

No matter how serious this matter is, if it were placed in other noble families, there is a high probability that they would be reprimanded and then given a round of education in table manners.

But Mrs. Gale was obviously not angry about etiquette. She slapped the little lady, then picked up the food on the ground and stuffed it into the little lady's mouth.

The old lady and the master quickly spoke out to try to stop it.

Mrs. Gale ignored them, squeezed Miss Fufu's mouth and stuffed some in, ate the rest herself, and then told her with a cold face that she was not allowed to eat today.

The little lady burst into tears of course, but was beaten severely again.

The old lady and the others couldn't bear it, but before they could persuade them, they were stopped by Master Ancier.

Mrs. Gale hit her really hard, and the little lady’s butt was swollen.

"Nima, next time, I will throw you away and let you pick up the trash and eat it!" Gale said words that were very scary for a child, and he also gave her red and swollen butt a hard squeeze. .

Fufu opened her mouth to cry again, but when she saw her mother raising her hand again, she quickly sniffed and held it back, and looked at her father with aggrieved eyes.

But Anhil obviously didn't intend to be her supporter. Before she asked her grandparents for help, he called the maid and "brought her back to the study to continue confinement. According to Gale, there was no need to prepare her portion for lunch and dinner." "

Jessica watched this scene with great interest, thought for a moment, and warned, "Locking a child alone in a room is not good for the body and mind."

"Well, that makes sense."

Anxier kicked Lifeng who was licking the carpet, "Go and stay with her. If someone secretly brings her food, you will eat it for her."

As he spoke, he glanced at the maids and attendants in the restaurant.

Many people, including the butler, looked away in embarrassment.

Apparently, many people had the idea of ​​secretly sending snacks to Fu Fu.

Gale ran away happily.

Having just taught Fufu a lesson, Gale was still in a bad mood. He quickly cleared away the food in front of him, said hello to Mrs. Sterling and the others, then got up and left the restaurant.

After Anhil finished enjoying the meal at his own pace, he also said goodbye and left.

After relinquishing the burden of the Chamber of Commerce, Mr. Sterling, who has become more plump in recent years, twirled his carefully trimmed beard, "This kid is usually very carefree, but it's really scary when he suddenly explodes."

Mrs. Sterling, who knew some of Gale's childhood experiences, sighed, "Maybe it's because the meaning of 'food' to her is completely different from that of us."

After leaving the restaurant, Anhil asked the attendants passing by and found Gale squatting in a daze in the courtyard.

He could tell that Gale's anger just now was probably not just because of Fufu's behavior of wasting food, but more like being stimulated by something.

Gale, who was squatting on the ground, glanced at him and said to himself: "The village I lived in when I was a child was destroyed by monsters, and I followed the refugee team to Dongdoruma.

There were too many refugees and the relief food was not enough. In order not to starve to death, they stole things and dug through garbage.

Once, I saw an aristocratic lady in beautiful clothes throwing away a piece of cake that was 'too sweet'. I and a few other street children beat us to a bloody head before we grabbed a small piece. I will always remember the taste. .

If Fufu becomes like that someday, I will beat her to death. ”

Speaking of this, Gail looked at Ansel coldly, “You guys are all the same. When you were in the training camp, you often left food and threw it away as if it was a matter of course.

There were many people who wanted to shove your face into the plate at that time. "

Anshil opened his mouth, but did not comment on Gale's past or the behavior of the noble lady.

He had no impression of throwing away the leftovers, which meant that in his subconscious, this matter was not important.

As the only grandchild in the family, it is inevitable that grandparents will dote on her.

Sister Jessica may not dote on Fufu, but her "elite education course" obviously does not include projects such as "saving food".

Jessica would only tell her that if you can feed a thousand people, or even ten thousand people, then wasting one person's food is not a big deal.

If you don't want Fufu to accept this typical "aristocratic thinking", the best way is to bring her around and teach her in person.

But they are all busy upper hunters and can't accompany their children all the time.

After a moment of silence, Anshil said: "I have considered buying another apartment and moving out before.

Originally, I was going to buy the best location, but now it seems that I can buy it in a more ordinary neighborhood.

We usually take her with us, and send her to the mansion when there is a mission.

Although it is only a temporary solution, it can at least allow her to get in touch with the world outside the mansion. "

"Well, let's do this for now."

Gail, who had calmed down a little, stood up, "Oh, by the way, there is also little Muti, she is also staying here.

I have to discuss this with Hayata and the others quickly, so that she won't become a young lady later.

Tsk, why don't I just quit the front line and be an instructor in the training camp."

"Are you serious?" Anshil raised his eyebrows.

"I just said it casually." Gail rolled his eyes, "Be an instructor in Dongdoruma? I have thought of the ending.

Every day, I am busy teaching those students a lesson, and from time to time I have to be sent out by the elders to do a task. My daughter lacks love because of this, and becomes more and more rebellious and hates the profession of hunter more and more. Maybe she will run away from home or something."

"Are you talking about Instructor Hilda?"

"Hiss——."