Guidebook for the Dark Duke

Evan ignored the bewildered Mr. Johnson, turned around and returned to his room. He threw himself on the big bed in annoyance. Today's events really caught him by surprise.

The first is the extreme behavior of the Duke, and the second is Mr. Johnson who jumped out suddenly. The reply from the church has not yet arrived. Having exposed his cards, now he must stabilize Johnson first.

Evan sat up abruptly from the bed. I'm afraid it won't work today. Tomorrow... He must have a deep talk with Johnson tomorrow.

Evan slept very restlessly that night. He was afraid that Mr. Johnson would have some unexpected actions, which would affect the whole thing this time.

Evan got up early the next morning. After packing himself up, he went downstairs directly. The breakfast was already prepared, and it was still self-service. Evan chose his own breakfast with ease, and specially chose a secluded place. Sitting in the corner, the dramatic scene yesterday, he didn't want it to happen again.

After Evan finished his breakfast, other people upstairs came down one after another. Gentlemen and ladies in this era do not have the habit of getting up early. They would sleep until after nine o'clock, which represented a kind of superiority in position.

Duke Wilson was the first to come down. When he saw Evan sitting in the living room early, he couldn't help but froze for a moment.

"Mr. Pastor, why are you so early?" Duke Wilson always thought that his work and rest hours were earlier than many people.

Evan smiled, his expression very gentle.

"I usually do morning classes, so I get up very early."

Evan's tone was steady, but Duke Wilson was still a little embarrassed.

"You... hope that you will gain something from this hunt."

Duke Wilson's tone was a little unstable, but Evan looked at Duke Wilson in surprise: "Are you going to hunt today?"

These people were partying all night yesterday, do they still have the energy to hunt today?

"Yes." Duke Wilson replied dryly.

While the two of them were talking, other men and women upstairs also came down one after another. Duke Wilson turned around a little uncomfortably, and began to greet other guests instead.

Evan stood where he was, watching Duke Wilson talking to others, feeling more and more uncomfortable in his heart.

It was already ten o'clock when everyone finished their breakfast, and then they walked vigorously towards the Duke's mountain forest.

These gentlemen all had their own horses, but Evan didn't have his own horse, so the horse he rode was a docile mare lent to him by Duke Wilson.

Evan likes his mount very much. He doesn't have much enthusiasm for hunting. It's more because of that, so he only wants to be safe with the horse.

Evan has been following the Duke since he entered the forest. Although he remembers the assassination, he doesn't remember the exact day when it happened, so he needs to be prepared at all times.

Duke Wilson also noticed Evan's following, and for some reason, he was a little happy in his heart. He pretended to turn his head to look at Evan inadvertently, but found that he was looking at the void with a somewhat absent-minded expression, as if there was nothing more to him. care about.

Duke Wilson turned his head a little angrily, grabbed the horse's belly, and rushed out.

Evan was still wandering in the void, but at this moment he was startled. He took a quick look and found that Duke Wilson had already rushed 20 meters away, and Evan hurriedly chased after him.

This is a mountain forest, not a flat plain. If the Duke ran far away, he might really be separated from him. Just now Evan saw Alia among the ladies riding horses. Aliya rushed to the front, and all his calculations were gone.

Evan hurriedly chased after him. Fortunately, the Duke didn't really plan to stay away from Evan. He regretted it after rushing out for more than ten meters. Evan chased after him, and the Duke felt a little joy in his heart, and the way he looked at Evan was different.

"I'm sorry, I saw a prey just now." The Duke pursed his lips and said somewhat reservedly.

Evan was a little out of breath after chasing him, but he couldn't complain, so he said, "Master Duke, I'm not very familiar with this forest, so please take care of it."

The Duke's mind sank, it was different from what he had imagined, but in this situation, the Duke couldn't say anything, so he could only hold back the disappointment in his heart, and continued to drive forward with Evan.

This mountain forest can be regarded as a complete original ecology. The Duke did not carry out any artificial regulation on him, but only set up a forest guard at the mouth of the mountain forest to prevent poachers.

For this reason, the road inside is not easy to walk, there is only a small path left by the previous hunting, and the surrounding branches are easy to catch people's clothes and hair.

Evan walked in a bit of a panic, but Duke Wilson was obviously a veteran and very handy.

Seeing Evan's embarrassed appearance, Duke Wilson turned around and said with a smile: "Mr. Pastor, you can't do this..."

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling light suddenly swept out from the bushes. Evan felt that he hardly had any thoughts. At this moment, his heart that had been holding on to him suddenly burst out, and he rushed towards Duke Wilson. Under the dumbfounded gaze of the Duke, he protected the Duke under his body.

Then he felt a sharp pain in his back, his eyes turned black, and he fell into Duke Wilson's arms. Before he lost consciousness, he was still thinking about it, and he didn't know that he had sewn the clothes on his back. Did the piece of iron in it work?

Duke Wilson's reaction ability is much faster than Evan's. When Evan was shot for the first time, he quickly embraced Evan in his arms and got into the grass next to him. After that, there were two more gunshots. It came, but due to Duke Wilson's quick reaction, he only scratched Duke Wilson's arm, but Evan was held tightly in his arms.

Duke Wilson quickly moved back along the grass, his arm was still bleeding, but the hand holding Evan was very steady.

This was the time for hunting, and no one would come over even if they heard the gunshots. He had to run to a safe place alone.

He quickly ran towards the way he came, and the gunshots behind him gradually moved away. The two of their horses had already been frightened away. Duke Wilson could only drag Evan with one hand while running towards the outside with difficulty.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the wide area. He looked at the pale Evan in his arms, and his calm emotions just now collapsed completely. his heart.

Duke Wilson felt the wetness of his arms around his back, and he hardly dared to look down at his hands.

He knelt down on the ground like that, with Evan half in his arms, looking a little dazed.

After a while, someone finally heard the voice, and Duke Wilson looked up, only to find that Butler Chris was leading a group of people leading the Duke's horse and running towards them.

It turned out that their frightened horse returned to the manor, butler Chris noticed something was wrong, and in the end it was this old horse who knew the way, and brought Butler Chris here.

"My lord." Butler Chris saw the blood on the Duke's body from a distance, ran over with a pale face, and knelt down beside the Duke.

"You...you..." His hands trembled a little, and he hardly dared to touch Duke Wilson.

Duke Wilson looked at Butler Chris with trembling lips, his face livid: "Hurry up and save him!"

His voice was short and deep, and if it wasn't for Butler Chris being close at hand, he might not have heard it.

Only then did Steward Chris see Evan who had no blood on his face in Duke Wilson's arms.

"Pastor Bruce!" He exclaimed, "What's going on? Your Excellency, are you injured?"

Duke Wilson almost squeezed out a sentence: "I'm fine, save him!"

Steward Chris had never heard the Duke speak like this before, with a hint of ferocity of a beast, but also with a sense of hopelessness with no way out.

"My lord..." Butler Chris looked at Duke Wilson in a daze, almost speechless.

But Dr. Hester who came from behind immediately caught up. He had been staying in the manor before, and this time he also came out with Butler Chris.

At this time, his brows were tightly frowned, and he snatched Evan from the hands of the bewildered Duke. He immediately found the injured part of Evan, tore off his clothes, took a rough look, and immediately wrapped it tightly with a towel. He pressed the bleeding wound and said in a low voice: "The wound is not deep, and it should not have hurt the heart and lungs. Hurry up and send Mr. Pastor back!"

Dr. Hester's one sentence at this time is more effective than others' hundred sentences. The Duke finally came to his senses and immediately put Evan on the stretcher that came with Chris butler. Two servants carried Evan towards Run to the manor.

Along the way, Duke Wilson's expression was horrifying. Almost no one dared to approach him. He pressed the wound on Evan's back firmly with one hand, and almost no one dared to look directly at Evan's eyes.

When we returned to the manor, none of the people who had gone out before had returned. Only Mr. Johnson was still lingering in the living room because he got up very late. Looking at the blood-stained crowd rushing in, Mr. Johnson stood up abruptly, holding His pipes fell to the ground.

Duke Wilson ignored Mr. Johnson at all, picked Evan up from the stretcher, and walked towards the second floor.

Looking at the Duke's hurried back, Mr. Johnson couldn't help but frowned. If he read correctly, the person in the Duke's arms just now should be Pastor Bruce.

Thinking of Mr. Johnson, an idea came into his mind for some reason. It would be great if he died. With such a small step, all his troubles could be solved. Mr. Johnson was taken aback by his own thoughts.

He looked towards the Duke's room, where the Duke carried Evan just now.

If, just if, Mr. Johnson very much hopes that the upright pastor can stay there forever and never come out again.

For the first time in Mr. Johnson's life, his middle finger hooked his index finger, and he was deeply looking forward to this happening.