Guidebook for the Dark Duke

Evan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded again: "Of course, as long as I can do it, I will definitely serve you."

Mrs. Sanders was suddenly out of breath, and Evan hurried forward to pat her on the back.

"Ahem... Pastor Bruce, I know you are a good person."

You're wrong, Evan thought to himself while serving water to Mrs. Sanders.

"My illness seems to be dying this time. After I die, can you please bury me in the southeast corner of the cemetery?" Mrs. Sanders grabbed Evan's arm with her withered hands, struggling asked.

Evan looked at Mrs. Sanders with some surprise. The southeast corner of the Delanele cemetery is very remote, and almost no one would choose it as their first choice for their final resting place after death.

"Why is that?" Evan asked softly, "Don't you want to be buried in the exclusive cemetery for the parish staff and sleep with God?"

Mrs. Sanders squeezed Evan's wrist vigorously, and struggled: "Please."

Evan had no choice but to nod, and said again: "But you have to tell me, what's wrong with you?"

A trace of desolation suddenly flashed in Mrs. Sanders' eyes: "Pastor Bruce, everyone in this world has a destiny. I have been called by the Lord, and there is no point in living in this world."

Evan couldn't help frowning: "What are you talking about, Mr. Chandler and I are looking forward to your recovery."

Mrs. Sanders smiled bitterly: "The only hope in this world that allows me to survive has been shattered, and I have no more excuses to live."

Evan looked at Mrs. Sanders, and suddenly had a guess in his heart that made him panic.

Mrs. Sanders looked out the window, and suddenly said: "Pastor Bruce, where are you from? Is the church busy these days?"

Evan restrained his restlessness, smiled slightly and said, "I'm from the police station. Sheriff Chandler asked me to help him find out the truth about Mr. Lawrence Jr.'s death."

After hearing these words, Mrs. Sanders' face turned pale instantly, she clenched her hands nervously, and her face twitched slightly.

Evan remained calm, but sighed deeply: "What an outstanding young man, it is a pity that he passed away at such a young age, but today's incident has turned around. Unexpectedly, that Mr. Lawrence There is one illegitimate child left behind."

Mrs. Sanders was shocked when she heard this, and looked at Evan in disbelief.

"The Lawrence couple also knew about it, but they didn't tell it because things like illegitimate children were really disgraceful. Sheriff Chandler found out." Evan tried his best to downplay his role in it.

After hearing this, Mrs. Sanders' eyes flickered faintly: "Is what you said true? That...that poor child, is there really a child left?"

Evan patted the back of Mrs. Sanders's hand: "Of course it's true. I saw it with my own eyes. You should know Amy, the maid in the Lawrence family. She was pregnant with John's child. Poor little John, finally got a baby." It's a pity that the Lawrences don't seem to take it seriously."

Evan said in a low tone, but a trace of tenderness flashed in Mrs. Sanders' eyes. She thought she was a strong-willed lady, and if she wanted to live, she would not give up her life easily.

"Thank you very much, Pastor Bruce, and thank you for coming to see me." Mrs. Sanders leaned back on the pillow on the bed, and her eyes that were already a little cold suddenly became warmer.

Evan nodded slightly, glanced at the clock on the wall again, and said warmly: "It's almost time for lunch, I'm leaving first, you need to rest more."

Mrs. Sanders nodded slightly, looking at Evan with a little more gratitude in her eyes.

When Evan left Mrs. Sanders' small room, he saw Mr. Chandler standing at the door, holding a piece of beef in his hand.

"Pastor Bruce." His expression was a little sad: "What did she say to you?"

Evan patted Mr. Chandler's shoulder lightly, and said softly, "Don't worry, Mrs. Sanders will survive."

Mr. Chandler looked at Evan in surprise, Evan smiled without saying a word, nodded, turned and left.

Evan left Mrs. Sanders's house and suddenly remembered to buy some candles for the church. He had been staying up all night to sort out the church's accounts. The consumption of candles was too alarming. The loss is also more serious than imagined.

Evan didn't know much about the town of Delanele, so he asked a few people to find out where the grocery store was, but the road in the town was not very clear, and Evan got lost after walking around.

He turned around a small tavern, but found that he came to a back street. The place was very bleak, only a few shops were open, but it didn't look like a good place to go. An almost half-naked woman, wearing a skirt with a large neckline, with half of her breasts exposed, was lazily leaning against the door, giggling at Evan.

Evan frowned. According to his experience of more than 20 years in his last life, he came to the red light district of Delan Lille.

Evan was a little ashamed, turned around and walked out. Although he had been to this kind of place in his previous life, he was still wearing the skin of a priest after all. If he remembered correctly, the reason why this character was cannon fodder in the end was because It is because of lust and shamelessness that he must not have anything to do with this kind of place now.

Evan hurried out, but as soon as he reached the entrance of the alley, he suddenly saw a figure flashing in front of him, and Evan immediately hid in the shadow of the alley entrance with a guilty conscience.

He looked at the two people in the alley, one was tall and a big man, leaning against the wall in a somewhat sloppy manner, looking at the other, and the other was also hidden in the shadow, only revealing a Delicate lower jaw.

Evan frowned, he always felt that the big man looked familiar.

"My lord duke, what do you think?" the big man said in a low voice.

Evan was startled, it turned out to be Duke Wilson?

Another person slowly came out from the shadows, with a cold and gloomy expression, it was Duke Wilson.

"What do you think? James, I remember we negotiated the price before." Duke Wilson's voice was chilly.

The big man James sneered: "We have negotiated a price, but this price does not include the prison!"

Evan finally remembered where he had seen this big man. It was the gypsy who was mistakenly captured by the Welsh sheriff. It turned out that Duke Wilson really had a relationship with this gypsy.

"I personally got you out of prison, doesn't that mean I'm sincere?" The Duke's tone remained calm.

James smiled viciously, and suddenly leaned forward, reaching out to touch the Duke's side face, but the Duke avoided it with disgust.

"What are you trying to do!" snapped the Duke.

But James smiled sinisterly: "Master Duke, you are really more beautiful than all the women I have ever seen, don't you know what I mean? If you want my silence, you should pay for my silence." Satisfactory remuneration."

Duke Wilson narrowed his eyes instantly, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes. Even standing at the entrance of the alley, Evan felt the coldness of the Duke.

But James didn't notice it at all, and still joked disgustingly: "Your Excellency, I am strong and strong, and I do a good job. You will be satisfied."

Evan couldn't help but gasped, but was instantly noticed by the people inside. James was very vigilant and immediately ran from the other side of the alley, but the Duke stood still, staring at Evan. place, said coldly: "Come out!"

Evan's expression trembled slightly, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He was caught on the spot, and he was too careless today.

Evan walked out of the shadows slowly, and the Duke's expression changed from the previous viciousness to shock. He looked at Evan almost in disbelief, and he was almost speechless.

"Master Duke." Evan said with some embarrassment.

"What are you doing here!" His Excellency the Duke shouted almost angrily.

Evan looked at Duke Wilson with his mouth half open, but his heart was as bitter as coptis, so he ran into the privacy of the Duke, he was really unlucky.

"I... lost my way..." Evan said a little weakly, and he didn't believe what he said.

Looking at Evan's innocent and clear blue eyes, the Duke only felt a little glaring. He bit his lower lip, and the resentment in his heart still overflowed uncontrollably.

"Go! Get out of here!" Facing Evan's face, the Duke didn't say any bad words after all, but waved his hands a little irritably, and turned around without looking at Evan.

Evan was also very embarrassed, and when he heard this, he turned around and left.

Wilson turned around and looked at Evan's hurried back, feeling a bit of embarrassment in his heart for some reason, because this person saw the worst side of himself.

Duke Wilson hated James even more in his heart. No one in this world could threaten him, not to mention he dared to miss him so boldly. There was a hint of cruelty in Duke Wilson's eyes, and a vicious smile climbed up his cheeks. With a corner of his mouth, he strode away from the alley, and the corner of his coat rolled up a small ripple at his feet, stirring up a breeze.

Evan fled to the main street almost in a state of embarrassment. He looked at the people coming and going around him, and felt his heart beating so strongly that it made him palpitate.

He looked up at the opposite store, which was the grocery store he had been looking for for a long time, but at this time Evan had no intention of buying candles, he raised his foot and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the store owner who came out.

"Pastor Bruce, the candles you ordered last time are ready. I want to send them to you sometime, but I don't want to meet you here. Are you here to pick up the candles?" He dragged Evan into the store.

Evan followed the owner into the store in a daze, but his heart was in a mess.