Guidebook for the Dark Duke

That night, Evan stayed in the Cornwall Manor for the night as a matter of course. Little Edward blushed with excitement, and Duke Wilson also showed a rare gentleness on his face.

Evan still lived in his original room, which should have been a very common thing, but after what happened in London, this matter became a bit ambiguous.

Evan was lying on the bed, looking at the dark ceiling, feeling a little dazed in his heart. He squeezed his cuffs, thinking about today's events, how should the relationship between him and Duke Wilson be positioned, Evan now It's not very clear yet, maybe it's a lover, but thinking about Duke Wilson's expression when he returned to his room just now, Evan still couldn't help but jump in his heart. That kind of reserved and forbearing emotion made him still Some ears felt hot, he had many men and women around him in his previous life, and he himself was not a good man or woman, but he had never experienced such a feeling, which made him feel both strange and a little overwhelmed.

Evan didn't sleep well that night. The face of Duke Wilson and the appearance of little Edward appeared alternately in his dreams. At the same time, his experience before coming to this place also flashed from time to time. He just forgot the memory, but he didn't realize until today that he never forgot.

When Evan woke up the next morning, his eyes were black and his expression was a little sluggish. Duke Wilson couldn't help being shocked when he saw him like this.

"What's wrong with you? Did you not sleep well last night?" He looked at Evan very worriedly.

Evan smiled reluctantly: "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired."

Duke Wilson couldn't help frowning, and was about to say something when Butler Chris suddenly stepped forward: "Pastor Bruce, Mrs. Sanders sent someone to bring you a message. He hopes that you can come sooner. Back to the church, it's going to be very busy today."

Evan frowned slightly: "I see." What can the church do?Evan was a little puzzled.

Now that Mrs. Sanders had said this, Evan didn't dare to stay in the Cornwall Manor any longer. After finishing his breakfast in a hurry, he hurried back to the Delanlea Church in the carriage prepared for him by the Duke.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Sergeant Chandler waiting at the door. Seeing him coming, he hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Oh, Mr. Pastor, I almost missed you. Mrs. Sanders just told me you No, luckily I waited for you a little longer."

Evan smiled with a slightly unnatural expression. He was very clear about Sheriff Chandler's intention: "That's really great." He said dryly.

Evan and Sheriff Chandler walked into the church together. As soon as they entered, they saw Mrs. Sanders sitting on the pew in front of the altar praying. When she heard someone coming in, she immediately turned her head. , found that it was Evan, and his expression eased a little.

"It turned out to be you." She hurriedly stood up from her chair, walked to Evan, quickly greeted Sheriff Chandler, and then said: "Mr. Pastor, Christmas will be another month away , you need to prepare, there will be a Christmas party in the town, and the church will also have arrangements, I'm afraid you have to be more cautious these few days."

Only then did Evan suddenly realize that he almost forgot about it. In this era, Christmas is a hundred times more important than in his era. When he was an assistant pastor, he helped Pastor Ross prepare for Christmas. There have been several Christmases, and now it's his turn, but he has to decide by himself, and the arrangement of the church... Evan thought about the red face of Pastor Ross every time he came back, and he knew it shouldn't be a bad thing.

"Thank you for your reminder. I see. I will try to stay in the church these few days." It seemed that he would be busy at the end of the year, but he didn't know what would happen if Duke Wilson found out about the news.

After greeting Mrs. Sanders, Evan and Sheriff Chandler walked into the living room behind the church. Evan changed his thick robe, and Sheriff Chandler also put his own The thick coat was taken off, and the red stove in the room made the whole room very hot.

"It's been a long time since you left this time. I didn't know you were back until I saw Duke Wilson yesterday. How is it? Is London fun? Is your brother's wedding grand?" Sergeant Chandler said with a smile.

Evan grinned a little stiffly, not knowing how to answer this question, is London fun?Of course it was fun, the king was killed.Is my brother's wedding grand?Of course it was grand, but the bride almost got into my bed.

Evan thought about his trip to London this time, and was a little unsure whether he was more unlucky or those who had experienced these things were more unlucky.

"It's okay." Evan said perfunctorily: "What's the matter with you this time?" He quickly changed the subject, because there was really nothing to say about the trip to London.

Evan's words were very effective, and Sheriff Chandler's attention was quickly turned away.

"Alas..." He sighed: "I really don't know what happened to De Lanlier, such a peaceful town has experienced such a terrible thing in this thought, I believe, the matter about Colonel Mel You should know too."

Sergeant Chandler had a gloomy expression on his face. To be honest, he has been a sheriff for so many years, and he has seen more corpses in the past six months than he added up before.

Evan smiled slightly, with a gentle expression on his face: "I have heard about this incident a little bit." He paused slightly when he said this: "I heard that the one who died was a nun? This is simply terrible."

Killing a religious person is not a trivial matter in this era. Although Catholicism is not as powerful as Protestantism in the UK today, they will not sit back and watch their believers being killed. They must have something to say.

"Who said it wasn't." Sheriff Chandler sighed: "But it's okay." His expression immediately became excited: "We caught Colonel Mel, although there is no evidence that he killed Eli Sister Sha, but the unusually close relationship between him and Sister Eliza really makes me a little suspicious, I heard that you have a good relationship with Colonel Mel, do you know about this?"

After Sergeant Chandler asked this sentence, Evan pursed his lips incomprehensibly. This matter is now known to everyone, and he has no need to hide it, and maybe he can rely on this to make money Sheriff Dele has a better sense of Colonel Mel.

"Although it's a pity, I do know." Evan said with a sad expression.

Sergeant Chandler originally just asked a random question, but he got an answer. He couldn't help being surprised, and looked at Evan with some surprise: "You know?" He stood up abruptly: "This is really It's so shocking! How on earth do you know?" Sergeant Chandler looked at Evan with a burning expression, as if he could get the ironclad evidence to convict Colonel Mel from Evan in the next moment.

Evan couldn't help curling his lips, but this time he was going to disappoint Sheriff Chandler.

"Colonel Mel told me this. Although he pretended to be a friend, I'm sure he was talking about himself. I didn't expect this incident to verify my idea." Evan said with a wry smile.

Hearing this, Sheriff Chandler couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and he sat back on his sofa suddenly, looking a little sluggish.

"This is too strange." Sheriff Chandler murmured: "He actually told you such a terrible thing? This is really against the common sense."

Sheriff Chandler firmly believed that Colonel Mel was the murderer, so he didn't wait for Evan to excuse Colonel Mel, and said directly: "However, it is also very likely that this is his way of concealing others, I still need to investigate carefully, pastor Thank you, sir, for your frankness with me."

Sergeant Chandler looked at Evan very sincerely, and his sense of Evan became even better.

Evan waved his hand with a smile: "You don't have to thank me, I'm just telling the truth, this incident has caused a lot of bad reactions, you still have to solve the case as soon as possible, don't let these dirty questions fill Delanley you."

Sheriff Chandler nodded, but he was thinking about how to go back and torture Mel so that he could plead guilty as soon as possible.

Evan suddenly said at this time: "Colonel Mel is also my friend, I wonder if you can allow me to meet him?"

Sheriff Chandler frowned slightly, and then eased a little. Mel's current situation is still not so bad that he is not allowed to visit, and Evan's request is quite reasonable.

"You really think you are a noble gentleman. Others probably want to sever ties with Colonel Mel at this time. Don't worry, I can still decide this matter."

For British gentlemen nowadays, reputation is obviously very important. As long as a gentleman is a little clean, he is unwilling to have any relationship with a prisoner. Evan's request is indeed a bit unusual.

Evan couldn't help but wryly smiled at Sheriff Chandler's praise, but in the end he could only wave his hand: "Your praise made me blush, thank you very much."

Sergeant Chandler is a man of action, and immediately drove Evan towards the police station. In fact, Evan was also very anxious. This kind of thing should be done as soon as possible. The later it is, the harder it will be.

Colonel Mel was held in a cell, and he was at least a gentleman, and no one dared to lock him up with bullies until he was convicted.

And when Evan saw Colonel Mel, he was also taken aback. It was just an incident of one night, but Colonel Mel seemed to know another person, and he seemed to have lost his soul. He looked energetic and looked at least ten years older.

"Mr. Sheriff, how could you treat Colonel Mel like this, he hasn't been convicted yet, you..." Evan looked angrily at Sheriff Chandler standing beside him.

Sheriff Chandler quickly waved his hand: "Mr. Pastor, please believe me, I never abused Colonel Mel, and we even know that he hasn't been interrogated yet." After Colonel Mel was escorted back yesterday, time has passed It was early, so they didn't conduct interrogation, but put him in prison, trying to scare him, but they didn't expect Colonel Mel to be so fragile, and he became like this in one night.

Evan frowned, a little in disbelief, Colonel Mel was a man who had been on the battlefield, how could a night in prison turn him into what he is now.

Just when Evan wanted to say something, Colonel Mel suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Pastor, don't blame Sheriff Chandler. He really didn't do anything to me."

His tone was three points desolate, three points sad, three points regretful, and there was also a sense of despair. Hearing this, Evan was stunned for a moment.