Guidebook for the Dark Duke

Evan got off the train, the conductor helped him remove the luggage from the train, Evan nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally took out five shillings from his pocket and handed it to the conductor .

"Thank you." Evan said gently.

The conductor took Evan's tip excitedly, just to carry the luggage, even a generous businessman would not have such a big hand.

"Thank you Mr. Pastor, you are so kind, you must be a good pastor." The conductor was almost incoherent.

Evan's expression flashed a little annoyance, but in the end he smiled slightly: "Thank you for your compliment."

He took his salute from the conductor and walked towards the platform, looking at a serious middle-aged woman standing behind the column, Evan felt that he must have found the right one people.

Evan strode to the middle-aged woman and said warmly, "Are you Mrs. Sanders?"

Evan said in a stiff tone, "Yes."

Evan smiled gently: "Hello, I'm the new pastor, Evan Bruce."

Mrs. Sanders nodded quickly, her expression still did not improve, and said coldly: "I am Mrs. Sanders, the parish secretary of Derain Lier, Pastor Bruce, welcome to you. There's another dean outside the station gate, Derainlier, please."

Evan smiled and nodded, and said thank you, they were about to go outside, but heard Mrs. Sanders say: "Pastor Bruce, please allow my offense, according to your Four hundred pounds a year, and next time you tip, keep it under a shilling, or you'll be bankrupt within a year."

Looking at Mrs. Sanders' stern face, Evan smiled a little embarrassedly. He returned to England at the end of the nineteenth century overnight half a year ago. This impacted him no less than Life and death, not to mention these folk customs, he doesn't know anything about it, so it's not surprising that he is ugly now.

"Your words are perfect for me, thank you for your advice." Evan said gently.

Mrs. Sanders raised the corner of her mouth quickly: "You don't mind my offense."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked outside the station. Evan did not dare to delay, and quickly followed.

The name of the deacon who came to pick up Evan was George, but he was still a child who had just graduated from college, with an ordinary appearance and many freckles on the tip of his nose.

George was a little embarrassed to face Evan at first, but ten minutes after he got into the carriage, George opened his mouth completely, Evan turned slightly to show that he was listening, but in fact His mind had already flown a hundred and eight thousand miles away.

He had a good life as a playboy, but he came to this place overnight and became the pastor's assistant of a small church in the suburbs of London.

Evan looked at the scenery of the English countryside outside the window and couldn't help sighing, if it wasn't for this transfer, I'm afraid he wouldn't come to this place, Delan Lier, a man who didn't exist in the first place The place is the home of a book, and he came not only to England in the 19th century, but also to the world of a book.

George's topic has gone from the construction of the train to the development of Delan Lier, you know, Delan Lier is not a nameless place, although it is just a town, but this town is The fiefdom of the famous Duke Wilson.

Charles Christ, Duke of Wilson, whose ancestral reputation can be traced back to the Middle Ages, is the oldest family in England. His father once fought on the battlefield and was awarded the rank of general, and his mother is the current The cousin of the King of England, Princess Margaret.

The prominent background and background made him live like a king in the small place of Delanlier, and people worshiped and admired him wildly, and George was no exception.

"The Duke has reached an agreement with Mr. Senator that Derainlier will also open a textile factory in the future, Mr. Pastor, do you know that this will bring more than a thousand dollars to the entire Delanlier There will be more jobs in Delan Lille in the future." George's nose was flushed with excitement, and if he hadn't been sitting in the carriage, he would have almost danced.

Evan's expression moved slightly, and he said warmly: "Oh? The Duke you are talking about is Duke Wilson?"

"There is no second duke here except Duke Wilson." George said jokingly.

Mrs. Sanders coughed softly at this moment, George immediately put away his hippie smile, he carefully glanced at Mrs. Sanders sitting opposite, no longer dared to do more Say a word.

Evan raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Mrs. Sanders, still cold and dignified, but the nasolabial lines on the corners of his mouth became deeper.

Evan lowered his head, looked at the Bible he had been holding in his hand, and smiled lightly.

**

Dranlier was not far from the train station, and they were only twenty minutes away by carriage.

The carriage traverses the whole of Delanlier, Evan looks at this unknown town through the car window, the English-style building stands on the street with a subtle and elegant attitude On both sides, the fresh vitality of the market also rushed to the face. The bakery, post office, and barber shop all carried a unique British style, which made Evan feel a little fascinated for a while.

Mrs. Sanders glanced at Evan and said solemnly: "There are not many strangers in Derain, so people are inevitably curious."

Evan glanced at Mrs. Sanders without explaining her misunderstanding, because he suddenly found that these people were staring at him.

Evan was a little embarrassed for a while, but still said warmly: "Understandable."

When they crossed the main street of Derain and went three miles south, they finally reached the church at Derain.

This church is built on a gentle slope. Under the sunlight, the white walls emit a faint shimmer.

Evan got off the carriage and circled around the church with great interest. The surrounding jungle was hidden by the church, the low bushes were verdant, and the bright hydrangeas were sticking to the walls of the church Growing up, the surrounding vision is wide and the sun is abundant, and the interior of the church is even more beautifully built, dignified and bright, which is completely different from the small church he served in before.

Evan nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "The church is very beautiful."

Mrs. Sanders' face softened a little at this time, and said warmly: "This is built by the Duke. God bless, the Duke is a faithful believer."

Evan couldn't help bending the corners of his mouth when he heard it, but he didn't say much, just responded with a smile.

After they visited the church, George sent him back to the parsonage assigned to him by the church. It was a single-family house with a small garden where geraniums were growing vigorously.

Evan touched the petals of the geranium with his fingertips, and George hurriedly stepped forward and said, "The pastor's wife likes geraniums very much, so she has planted a lot of them. If you don't like them, you can plant others. of."

Evan looked at the delicate flowers in the fence, smiled and shook his head: "No, this is fine."

Afterwards, George introduced him to the servants who served, a gardener, a valet, a cook and a maid and an errand boy.

Evan is very satisfied, he is not very rich, although his father is a gentleman in the traditional sense, but he is only the youngest son, and he does not get a penny from his father , so now these few people's expenses are enough for him to drink a pot.

And George thought that Evan was a rich boy who did not touch the spring water, and it should be difficult to serve, but he did not expect him to accept this slightly crude environment so easily, and he was also relieved After a sigh of relief, he hurriedly said: "You are satisfied. By the way, Pastor Bruce, tomorrow is Monday. Although there is no need for worship, because it is your first day here, I still want to invite you to preach."

After Evan crossed over, he had done countless sermons for the alcoholic pastor during the half year he became the pastor's assistant, so he didn't panic when he heard this, and responded with a smile.

He sent George to the door, and was about to say goodbye to him, when George seemed to think of something, and said, "By the way, I almost forgot to tell you, Mrs. Lawrence is holding an event for you. Welcome to the banquet, please come by all means."

"Mrs. Lawrence?" Evan raised his eyebrows slightly, if he remembered correctly, this Mrs. Lawrence took up a lot of space in the original book.

"Yes, Mr. Lawrence is a member of the town council, and Mrs. Lawrence is also very appealing locally. Their only son John is even working for the Duke." George said with a smile.

Evan hooked his lips slightly, and a dim light flashed in his eyes. He has already arrived at this place. For the sake of future survival, he cannot easily let go of anyone who can contact Duke Wilson.

"Thank you for her kindness, I will definitely attend." Evan replied with a smile.

In that book, this Duke Wilson is like a nuclear bomb. His three views are completely different from normal people. The people who died under his hands are not only the original A small character like Zhong Evan, who is trying to provoke his own strength, sometimes also implicates innocent passers-by, and the only person who can survive under the big killer of Duke Wilson, there are only two kinds, one is a face One of the NPCs who is not exposed is the one he loves.

Evan is not the kind of person who is willing to be an NPC, and at the same time he is not a very ethical person, so in order to live a better life in this world, he has more resources and Status, when he inevitably came to this place, he decided to take this noble duke with serious personality flaws into his bag.

Evan stood in the doorway with a slightly hooked mouth and watched George walk away. His slender body became more and more upright under the reflection of the sun, his curly blond hair was neatly combed behind his ears, and his handsome face Under the background of the priest's uniform, he has an aura of asceticism, but there is a faint sneer in his blue eyes, like an angel infested by demons, both holy and terrifying.