Guidebook for the Dark Duke

When Evan got off the train, the conductor helped him move his luggage off 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 accepted Evan's tip with excitement, but it was just to carry the luggage, even a generous businessman would not have such a big penny.

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

A trace of annoyance flashed across Evan's expression, but in the end he smiled slightly: "Thank you for your praise."

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

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

The middle-aged woman had a rigid expression, and the nasolabial folds on her face made her look serious and unreasonable. She was wearing a long brown dress and her hair was neatly coiled behind her head. She looked Evan up and down, and said in a stiff tone :"Yes."

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

Mrs. Sanders nodded quickly, her expression still not improving, and said coldly: "I am Mrs. Sanders, the secretary of the Parish of Delanele, Pastor Bruce, welcome to Delanele, there is still a A commissioner is waiting at the gate of the station, please."

Evan nodded with a smile and thanked him. They were about to go outside when they heard Mrs. Sanders say: "Pastor Bruce, please allow me to offend. According to your annual salary of four hundred pounds a year, Next time you tip, keep it under a shilling, or you'll be broke within a year, I'm afraid."

Seeing Mrs. Saunders' cold face, Evan smiled awkwardly. Half a year ago, he returned overnight to England at the end of the [-]th century. The impact on him was no less than life and death, not to mention these folk customs , he is even more ignorant, and it is not surprising that he is making a fool of himself now.

"Your words are good words to 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 speaking, he turned and walked towards the outside of the station. Evan didn't dare to delay, so he hurriedly followed.

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

George was a little embarrassed facing Evan at first, but after he got into the carriage for 10 minutes, George completely opened up the conversation. Evan turned slightly to show that he was listening, but in fact his mind had already flown to ten minutes ago. Thousands of miles away.

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

Looking at the scenery of the English countryside outside the window, Evan couldn't help sighing. If it wasn't for this transfer, I'm afraid he wouldn't have come to this place either. Delan Lille, a place that didn't exist in the first place, is a place in a book. The home field, he came to, not only England in the nineteenth century, but also a world in books.

George's topic has already changed from the construction of the train to the development of Delan Lille. You must know that De Lan Lille is not an unknown place. Although it is just a town, this town is the fief 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 went to war and won the rank of general, and his mother is the cousin of the current King of England, Margot Princess Ritter.

His illustrious background and background made him live like a king in the small place of Delanille. People adored and admired him crazily, and George was no exception.

"Your Excellency the Duke has reached an agreement with Mr. Congressman. In the future, Delanille will also open a textile factory. Do you know, Mr. Pastor, that this will bring more than [-] job opportunities to the entire Delanille. It will be more prosperous." George's nose was flushed with excitement, and if he was not still sitting in the carriage, he would almost be dancing.

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

"Who else is there besides Duke Wilson? There is no second Duke here." George said jokingly.

Mrs. Sanders coughed softly at this time, and George immediately put away his playful smile. He carefully glanced at Mrs. Sanders sitting opposite, and dared not say another word.

Evan raised his eyebrows slightly, and squinted at Mrs. Sanders, still indifferent and dignified, but the nasolabial folds at the corners of his mouth became deeper.

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

**

Delan Lille is not far from the train station, and it takes them only 10 minutes to get there by carriage.

The carriage traversed the entire Delanille, and Evan looked at this unknown town through the car window. The British-style buildings stood on both sides of the street with a subtle and elegant posture, and the lively vitality of the market was also reflected. The bakery, the post office, and the barber shop all came with a unique British style, which made Evan fascinated for a while.

Mrs. Sanders glanced at Evan, and said in a deep voice, "There are not many strangers in Delanele, so people are bound to be curious."

Evan glanced at Mrs. Sanders and didn't try to explain her misunderstanding, because he suddenly found that these people were staring at him.

Evan was a little embarrassed for a while, but still said softly: "It's understandable."

When they had crossed the main street of Delanille, and walked three miles southward, they came at last to the church in Delanille.

The church was built on a gentle slope, and under the sunlight, the white walls shimmered faintly.

Evan got out of the carriage and walked around the church with great interest. The surrounding jungle was covered by the church, the low bushes were green, and the bright hydrangea grew against the wall of the church. The surrounding view was wide and sunny , and the inside of the church is full of light and exquisite architecture, dignified and bright, which is completely different from the small church he worked for before.

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

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

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

After they visited the church, George sent him back to the pastor's cottage given to him by the parish. It was a single-family house with a small garden where geraniums grew very vigorously.

Evan touched the petals of geraniums with his fingertips, and George hurried forward and said, "The wife of the pastor liked geraniums very much, so she planted a lot of them. If you don't like them, you can plant something else."

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

Then George introduced him to the serving servants, a gardener, a footman, a cook and maid, and an errand boy.

Evan is very satisfied. He is not such a rich person. Although his father is a gentleman in the traditional sense, he is only the youngest son and cannot get a penny from his father. Pin, enough for him to drink a pot.

And George thought that Evan would be difficult to serve because he was a son of a rich family who didn't touch his fingers, but he didn't expect him to accept this slightly simple environment so easily. He was also relieved and said hastily: "You As long as you are satisfied, by the way, Pastor Bruce, tomorrow is Monday, although there is no church, but since it is your first day here, I still invite you to give a sermon."

After Evan came here, he had already given countless sermons to the alcoholic pastor in the six months since he became a pastor's assistant, so he didn't panic when he heard this, and he agreed with a smile.

He sent George to the door, and was about to say goodbye to him, George seemed to think of something, and said again: "By the way, I almost forgot to tell you, Mrs. Lawrence is hosting a welcome banquet for you, please be sure to come."

"Ms. 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 popular in the local area. Their only son John is even working for the Duke." George said with a smile.

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

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

In that book, the Duke of Wilson was like a nuclear bomb. His three views were completely different from normal people. The people who died under his hands were not only the overconfident Evan in the original book. Small characters who try to provoke, and sometimes innocent passers-by, and the only person who can survive under the big killer Duke Wilson, there are only two kinds, one is an NPC who doesn't even show his face, and the other is people 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 moral person, so in order to live better in this world, he has more resources and status. When he was about to come to this place, he decided that he must include this noble but seriously flawed Duke in his pocket.

Evan stood at the door with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked and watched George go away. His slender body became more and more upright under the reflection of the sun, his golden curly hair was neatly combed behind his ears, and his handsome face stood out against the priest's uniform. There was an air of asceticism, but there was a faint sneer in his blue eyes, like an angel impregnated by demons, both holy and terrifying.