Guidebook for the Dark Duke

"I sincerely look forward to your arrival." The Duke nodded slightly, his face was very dull, but looking at his tightly clasped hands, Evan knew that the Duke was not like He was so bland.

Evan finally sent the duke out of the church, the duke's carriage had been waiting at the door for a long time, and Evan watched the duke leave before walking back.

Suddenly there was a little bit of excitement in his heart, the Duke is not as determined as he seems, he must have a chance.

The autumn hunting started a week later. Before that, Evan made a lot of preparations. In his last life, he could ride horses, but he did not try to use firearms. So during this period of time, he had a good familiarity with the firearms of this era.

During this process, the things that had troubled Evan before were brought up again by Mrs. Sanders. Regarding the church accounts, the loss of a large amount of property can no longer be covered up. Things have to be resolved.

"Mr. Pastor, now that the Delan Lier matter has passed, we must report this matter to the church immediately, the two of us do not have the strength to deal with this matter." Mrs. Sanders Very worried.

Evan also agrees with Mrs. Sanders' opinion: "You are very right, I will write to the bishop as soon as possible, and also report my speculation to the bishop, I believe the diocese There will be an opinion on the disposition soon.”

Mrs. Sanders nodded, "You're right."

Since the two have decided to do this, they will first seal all the ledgers of the diocese, so that people from the diocese can investigate the matter well when they come, and at the same time avoid the church There will be ghosts.

The carriage went to Cornwall Manor.

When Evan arrived at the Cornwall manor, the manor was no longer as quiet as before. The horses neighed in the manor, and a dozen carriages gathered at the entrance of the manor, while the butler Chris was methodical The servants of the organization drove the carriage into the carport of the Cornwall manor.

Seeing Evan coming, Butler Chris also put down his work and hurriedly greeted him.

"Pastor Bruce, here you are." Particles are the key Remain restrained and polite.

Evan nodded slightly: "Mr. Butler."

"The Duke is entertaining guests in the living room. Your presence must be very happy." Butler Chris said unexpectedly.

Evan raised his eyebrows slightly, butler Chris's words were really meaningful.

"I'm also honored to be invited by the Duke." Evan said warmly as if he didn't understand anything.

Butler Chris's expression flickered, but in the end he didn't say anything, made a gesture of respect, and let Evan enter the castle.

When Evan entered the castle, there were many people in the living room, gentlemen and ladies, and Evan knew that most of them were nobles, and only a few were moral The gentleman of Lanrell, Evan saw Mr. Johnson at a glance, he is also the lawyer of the Duke, and one of the people who was fortunate to be invited by the Duke this time.

"Pastor Bruce." Johnson also saw Evan, walked over with a smile, and brought a glass of sherry to Evan.

Evan took the wine with a bit of laughter. This strong consensus is really terrible. In fact, he doesn't like Sherry very much.

"Where's the Duke?" After he came in, he didn't see Duke Wilson.

Speaking of this, Mr. Johnson's face became a little uncomfortable.

"It seems that there is a problem with the Lord."

Looking at Johnson's expression, Evan frowned slightly. Is there something wrong with Edward?

"This is really surprising." Evan looked at the stairs with some hesitation, should he go up and take a look.

Mr. Johnson took a sip of champagne and said nothing.

While Evan was hesitating, Duke Wilson suddenly appeared on the stairs, and the noise around him became quiet in an instant.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Duke Wilson's tone was very cold: "Welcome to Cornwall Manor."

There is no ups and downs in this sentence, but the applause around is extremely warm.

Evan stood in the crowd, looking at Duke Wilson standing on the stair landing, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes, this man is really hard to extricate himself from wanting to conquer.

Wilson also saw Evan in the crowd, his expression softened immediately, and even slightly raised the corner of his mouth towards Evan.

Evan bowed humbly, but his heart became more and more determined.

After the Duke finished his welcome speech, he walked down the stairs. He was very skillful in blending into the surrounding nobles. His social skills seemed to be completely inconsistent with his indifferent image, even if It is because he has the temperament of keeping strangers away, but he has not let go of any communication with the people around him.

Evan squinted and watched him chatting with those people, feeling a little gloomy for some reason, he put down the wine glass in his hand, turned around and wanted to go out.

At this moment, the duke finally ended the conversation with the nobles, walked over through the crowd, saw that Evan wanted to leave, and hurriedly grabbed Evan's wrist.

"Where are you going?" He looked at Evan anxiously.

Evan glanced at the duke in surprise: "It's a little stuffy in the room, I want to go out to breathe, does the duke have any instructions?"

Hearing him say this, the Duke let go of Evan's hand in annoyance: "Sorry." His face was a little embarrassed: "Why don't I go out with you, the air here is indeed It's a little suffocating."

Evan nodded with a good temper.

The two of them left the living room through the French window of the terrace. The sun outside was very bright, and the green grass was very vibrant under the sunlight.

"How did you arrange your hunt this time?" Evan felt a little embarrassed, so he had no choice but to talk.

Duke Wilson's originally stiff face finally eased: "The hunting lasts a week. In the morning, I go hunting in the forest behind the manor. In the afternoon, the gentlemen should play board games together. ball."

Evan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he could play cricket, otherwise he would be embarrassed.

"So it is." Evan smiled slightly: "I just heard from Mr. Johnson that there is a problem with the Lord, I don't know how it is now?"

Duke Wilson's face sank when he heard him talk about this: "You are worried, Edward, it's a little nonsense."

"Missing?" Evan looked at the Duke in surprise: "Lord Lord has always been a very obedient child, how can you make a fool of yourself?"

Duke Wilson looked at Evan with a subtle expression, and after a long time he said, "Edward places great importance on the relationship between you and Arya."

Evan looked at Duke Wilson in surprise: "Lord, he..."

Duke Wilson was a little annoyed: "I don't know who taught him such a thing, I'm really sorry, Mr. Reverend."

Evan basically understood the meaning of the Duke, and couldn't help but laugh a little: "Lord Duke, you don't have to do this, Lord Edward is still a child, and always likes to use children's ideas to imagine a perfect world, I I understand the idea, you don't need to be so angry."

Duke Wilson breathed a sigh of relief: "You are really a generous person."

Evan smiled and said nothing.

After the first day of the reception, the gentlemen and ladies present all lived in Cornwall Manor, and Evan was no exception, but he was a little more special than others, the room he lived in Right next to the Duke's room, this is a great honor for a small-town priest, and even Mr. Johnson looked at Evan in astonishment.

Evan didn't mean to be excited at all, he almost accepted this arrangement blandly, and he didn't change his expression if he spied on other nobles.

Evan was personally introduced into his room by the housekeeper Chris, Evan looked around, the white and soft carpet, the light-colored bed linen, and his bedroom in the parsonage were almost the same out consistent.

Evan couldn't help the chills behind his back, is the Duke watching him? Has he blackened to this point? Evan stood in the same place, but he was a little trembling. His plan this time must be successful, otherwise things will be very troublesome in the future.

Evan packed up the things he brought with a heavy heart, and was about to go downstairs to finish his meal, when suddenly his door was knocked.

Evan thought it was Duke Wilson calling him to finish his meal, but when he opened the door, he realized that he was wrong.

There is a very handsome young man standing at the door. In fact, it is not appropriate to say handsome, but it may be more appropriate to say beautiful. This young man is obviously a man, but he His looks would make a lady ashamed.

Exquisite facial features, fair skin, the whole person looks a little feminine, and the light-colored blonde hair is very dazzling.

He looked at Evan coldly, with a very impatient tone: "Pastor Bruce, Mr. Johnson wants to see you."

Evan suddenly came back to his senses, and he suddenly remembered that this person was Johnson's secretary, a beautiful man Rayle White who was very famous in Derain.

"Mr. Johnson?" Evan didn't like the attitude of this young man, so his face was not very friendly: "What does he want to see me for?"

Rael may have never seen someone so indifferent to him, he bit his lip slightly, and a bit of grievance appeared in his beautiful eyes: "He said he wanted to talk to you about something On the question of church land."

Church land? If Evan remembers correctly, this is probably the biggest source of income for the church. What does Mr. Johnson mean by telling him this at this time?

"Okay, I see, I'll find him after dinner." Evan's face was still cold.

Reel frowned and looked at Evan for a moment, and finally left with some dissatisfaction.

Looking at Rael's back, Evan couldn't help sneering. What he hated most was the kind of person who thought the whole world should like him. In his philosophy of life, if a person If you want to get something, you have to work hard, keep planning, and get closer step by step. This is his life goal, and he must hold it tightly in his hand.