Guidebook for the Dark Duke

It was already dark when Evan came to the Woodwich hut. Many people came to the Woodwich hut, including the sheriff and the doctor from the town. As soon as Evan entered, he received a full welcome.

The sheriff of the town, William Chandler, is a very tough middle-aged man. When he saw Evan walking in, he patted him on the shoulder vigorously and said, "Pastor Bruce, welcome to DeLand Lear, if anyone makes trouble in the future, just come and find me."

Evan liked Sergeant Chandler's straightforward character very much, and nodded with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, I believe Delan Lille is a peaceful place."

"That's not necessarily the case, Reverend Bruce." Doctor Mark Hester interjected, "Even in a place like Delaneria, there will be discordant voices."

Mark Hester is a middle-aged man with a peaceful expression, and he is also the most prestigious doctor in the town. Since his father's generation, the Hester family has settled in Delan Leer, and Mark Hester Te is the most outstanding member of the entire Hester family. He graduated from the medical school of a public university and is now a respected doctor.

But what is interesting is that this Dr. Hester is not interested in practicing medicine, but in unsolved murders.

It's just that what Evan cares about is not the doctor's special hobbies, but his identity. He is the father of the heroine of the book, Alia Hester.

"Oh?" Evan raised the corner of his mouth: "Does Dr. Hester have a different opinion?"

Dr. Hester was about to answer with interest, but Sheriff Chandler stopped Dr. Hester: "Doctor, you are overly worried. There is no such thing."

After speaking, he smiled at Evan with some embarrassment: "Our good doctor just likes to think wildly."

Evan raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips and smiled, and didn't say much, but Dr. Hester opened his mouth to justify himself, but in the end he didn't say anything, and left with a glass of champagne with a resentful face up.

Evan walked into the living room while chatting with Sheriff Chandler, and he saw Mrs. Lawrence at a glance. She was wearing a slightly gorgeous golden dress standing by the fireplace, chatting with a young lady. The lady looked 20 years old, she was very beautiful, her long brown curly hair was gently tied up by a green hair band, her dark green eyes, her slender figure and delicate features, in Evan's view, this lady was his The most beautiful woman I've ever seen since coming to Delanille.

Mrs. Lawrence saw Evan coming in, and immediately walked over: "Pastor Bruce, welcome." She had an obvious smirk on her face, because she was a little pale because of too much powder puff.

"It's an honor to attend your dinner." Evan nodded gently.

At this time, Mr. Lawrence also came forward, holding Mrs. Lawrence's waist with one hand, while smiling and raising his glass to Evan, he said softly, "Pastor Bruce."

"Good evening, Mr. Lawrence." Seeing Mr. Lawrence's obvious rejection, Evan frowned slightly.

Because of the host's welcome, Evan instantly became the center of the dinner party, and all kinds of people came forward to greet him. This is a closed town, and everyone is very curious about a stranger. Although he had no identity, but now with the help of alcohol, he has opened up the conversation.

Evan dizzyingly dealt with all the prominent people in the town, ranging from local old-fashioned gentlemen to emerging lawyers and doctors, but the Duke still didn't show up until halfway through the banquet.

Evan's expression gradually turned cold, and he stood alone in the corner, trying to avoid the crowd, but at this moment, the beautiful lady who had talked to Mrs. Lawrence walked up to Evan, and said softly: "Bruce Pastor, hello."

Evan was a little surprised, but still nodded politely: "Hello." A well-bred unmarried lady would not take the initiative to chat with a gentleman, and what this lady did was really unexpected.

"I'm Alia Hester, I just saw that you have already met my father." Alia smiled softly.

But Evan's expression tightened. Alicia Hester, the heroine of this book, the hopeless white lotus, always behaves unexpectedly, but makes the Duke fascinated, and is also his worst enemy.

"Hello, Miss Hester." Evan still smiled very restrainedly.

Aliya looked a little embarrassed: "Pastor Bruce...can I...can..."

Evan looked at her with a gentle face, and looked at her with his most attractive posture. His handsome features almost shone under the ambiguous light.

"Miss Hester, God will listen to all your pleadings. In front of me, you don't need to be scrupled."

Evan is still wearing the priest's clothes, and his appearance is too deceptive, so when he said this sentence, it was very convincing.

"Pastor Bruce, it's not that I don't want to speak, it's just that some things are too difficult to say. You should have met Mrs. Lawrence, I have a marriage contract with his son John, but... But the character of the Lawrence family is really It's too unacceptable, I want to beg you, can you talk to my father, I... can't accept it...really..." Alia looked at Evan in pain, like a man waiting for redemption lamb.

Evan couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous. Asking a complete stranger for help is really in line with the heroine's character, but he still said solemnly on his face: "Miss Hester, this matter is a matter between your father and the Lawrence family. I am a servant of the Lord, and I have no right to ask about these matters, but I assure you that if I have the opportunity, I will definitely talk to Mr. Hester."

Aliya bit her lips in pain, and finally held back the tears in her eyes, and said in a low voice: "Thank you, Pastor Bruce, thank you very much."

Evan watched Alia walk away, and the original look in his eyes sank. It was fine if Alia didn't mention it, but when he mentioned it like this, he suddenly remembered that the heroine did have a fiancé before. Yes, it's just that all those who oppose the male lead have no good end, and the fiancé was also cannon fodder in a daze.

Evan picked up the sherry in his hand and drank it. I don’t know when it started. Everyone agreed that a pastor’s favorite wine should be sherry. As soon as Evan came in, countless people drank the sherry. It was stuffed into his hand, and it was too late for him to refuse.

Evan doesn't have a lot of alcohol, and he drank too much sherry tonight, and he is a little dizzy now.

At this moment, there was a burst of joyful communication from the door: "Master, Madam, Master John is back, and His Excellency the Duke is also here."

Mrs. Lawrence almost jumped up from the sofa, and Mr. Lawrence's face flashed with joy. He said loudly: "Guests, please stay where you are." After speaking, he and Mrs. Lawrence hurried towards the door.

Evan stood in the shadow of a pillar, and the dim light made his shadow slender. He looked straight in the direction of the door with a look of interest on his face.

A few minutes later, someone walked in through the gate, and the couple leading the way were the Lawrences. The two of them were almost beaming now, leading the way like the most humble servants.

Duke Wilson was just behind the two of them. He was only 26 or seven years old, with a slender figure, short black hair that was elegant and smooth, handsome and delicate features, light brown eyes that were deep and cold, and he was wearing a haute couture dark suit. four-piece suit and a heavy black cashmere coat.

He walked slowly from the gate, but he seemed to be standing in the clouds, and everyone wanted to look up.

All the gentlemen and ladies present bowed and saluted, and Evan was no exception, but his eyes kept staring at the Duke, like a hunting dog, staring at his prey.

The Duke didn't notice Evan's gaze, he raised his hand gracefully, avoiding people's etiquette, and said softly: "Gentlemen and ladies, please don't disturb everyone's pleasure because of my arrival, please continue to drink happily. "

His words seemed to be a curse, breaking the solemn atmosphere. The living room, which was as quiet as a tomb, suddenly became lively. Many people walked forward to chat with the Duke and kiss his fingers.

And this duke is like a truly benevolent nobleman, chatting patiently with the people around him without a trace of impatience.

If Evan didn't see his cold eyes, maybe Evan was also deceived by his appearance. It seems that this Duke is not only a powerful person, but also a deep-minded person. No matter who is present, Everyone was deceived by him.

While Evan was observing, the Duke suddenly spoke again: "I heard that this banquet is to welcome the new pastor, so where is this venerable messenger of the Lord?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were on Evan, and Evan felt uncomfortable for a moment, but the next moment he immediately put on a gentle smile, walked slowly to the Duke, nodded slightly and said: "Master Duke. "

Duke Wilson looked down at Evan, as if he was a little surprised at his age, but he immediately stopped his expression and said with a smile: "Welcome to Delan Lille, I hope you can get the real experience here. peaceful."

Looking at his handsome face and slender figure, Evan suddenly felt that his decision was extremely correct. Such a stunner should not be involved with others, he should belong to himself.

"It is my honor to serve God here." Evan's expression was humble and sincere.

Duke Wilson nodded in satisfaction, and without further ado, he turned to talking about their youngest son, John, with Mrs. Lawrence next to him.

John is a young man in his twenties, who looks a lot like his mother, with high cheekbones and thin lips. He looks cold and mean. Standing beside Duke Wilson with a complacent face, there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

Evan stood aside and felt a little funny, wondering if this young man could still laugh if he knew his future ending.