Guidebook for the Dark Duke

Duke Wilson's face was ugly, and the servant was also in a dilemma for a while, standing there tremblingly, not knowing how to deal with himself.

After a long time, Duke Wilson finally spoke again, but this time his tone had calmed down.

"Go to Mr. Sturt, inform my bank of all the bounced checks, then call the police immediately, I need to see Sheriff Chandler."

The valet didn't see any emotion from the Duke's cold face, and it involved the bank and the police station, which was really confusing for a valet.

"Yes, my lord." The valet backed away with a wink.

Duke Wilson turned around and looked at Evan with a solemn look on his face: "Mr. Johnson has done these things, we must do something about it, how are you going to deal with the church's affairs?"

Evan's expression at this time is also a little subtle. Since the matter is related to the Duke at this time, it is not a bishop of a church who can solve it.

"Now that we have reached this point, it is useless to hide it any longer. Let's leave it to the police."

Evan knew in his heart that, having reached this point, he might as well be a favor.

Sure enough, upon hearing Evan's words, Duke Wilson's eyes were a little moved. He knew that the church was very conservative in this respect, and sometimes he would rather suffer a loss than show the church's problems in front of the public. How could Evan be so kind? Understanding people, I'm afraid they are also under a lot of pressure.

"Thank you for your understanding." The Duke looked a little embarrassed, but there was heat in his eyes.

Evan is very satisfied with this result. A Mr. Johnson is nothing, and it can improve his score in front of the Duke, which is the result he wants.

The person in charge of the bank came faster than Sergeant Chandler. After all, a big customer like Duke Wilson decided to reject the check. The bank must know the reason, otherwise the bank's reputation may be questioned.

It was Mr. Sturt, who was the Duke of Wilson's head of finance at the bank.

Mr. Stewart, now in his 60s, looks very kind, with a pair of blue eyes that look very soft, and it is impossible to tell that he is a tax collector.

"My lord, your request is very surprising. Is there any problem?"

Mr. Stewart was a little surprised by Evan's tragic situation, but he was very sensible and didn't ask.

Evan was half leaning against the bed, the pain in his body made him a little reluctant.

Duke Wilson glanced at Evan, and he was actually a little worried, but he didn't want to really exclude Evan from this matter. Duke Wilson hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "I once wrote a check to Johnson , but I just learned that Mr. Johnson is not a trustworthy person, so this check from Mr. Johnson, I hope the bank can do something."

Duke Wilson said it very politely, but Mr. Stewart knew very well that the bank had to follow suit without any room for negotiation.

"There is such a thing?" Mr. Stewart was a little surprised. It is really brave for someone to dare to make a fuss under the eyes of Duke Wilson.

Duke Wilson's face was very ugly. After all, encountering such a thing would make him look very ugly.

After Mr. Stewart asked this sentence, he knew it was not good. Seeing Duke Wilson's face, he felt a little bitter in his heart. It was a stupid question.

Mr. Stewart's expression suddenly became embarrassing.

"Can the bank meet my request?" After a moment of silence, the Duke finally asked.

Mr. Stewart became a little cautious at this time. He glanced at the Duke's face and said, "Of course, you are the most honored customer of the bank. The bank will definitely satisfy your reasonable request."

Duke Wilson nodded with a sullen face. At this moment, another servant knocked on the door and came in.

"My lord." The male servant's face was very calm, and only the slightly tense corners of his mouth revealed a trace of tension: "Sheriff Chandler is here."

After all, a servant is a servant, and he still has a sense of awe for public power like the police.

The Duke frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Let him in."

The servant backed out, and Sheriff Chandler was ushered in a moment later.

Sergeant Chandler was still a little dazed at this moment, followed the servant in a daze, and saluted Duke Wilson in a daze. When he finally calmed down, he realized that he was lying on the bed with an expressionless face. Ugly Evan.

"Pastor Bruce?" Sergeant Chandler didn't have Mr. Stewart's concerns at all, and asked directly: "What's wrong with you? Are you injured? Who did it?"

At this moment, Evan suddenly realized that the police could not rule out this kind of assassination of the Duke.

Duke Wilson responded in a timely manner, and immediately said: "Mr. Pastor was injured yesterday while hunting." This kind of issue is about the royal family, and it is better for the police not to intervene.

Sergeant Chandler's eyebrows became deeper when he heard this, and he immediately asked, "How could this be? What happened?"

Evan smiled awkwardly, he glanced at Duke Wilson, and said in a low voice: "It was caused by me accidentally, but fortunately, Mrs. Sanders was afraid that I would be injured during the hunting, so she helped me put my chest on the front and back of my chest. A piece of iron was sewn into the clothes, which prevented a tragedy."

Sheriff Chandler breathed a sigh of relief as if he had escaped a catastrophe. Duke Wilson's expression also moved slightly. He had also heard that Evan's shot seemed to be blocked by something before, so it was much lighter. I was skeptical before, but now I understand.

"That's good, the Lord will take care of believers like you." Although Sheriff Chandler is a believer, such words are rare.

Evan smiled, looking a little uncomfortable.

Duke Wilson watched from the side, and felt a little soft in his heart. In his eyes, people like Evan are the kind of people who can't lie at all. This time, he lied for himself.

"By the way, Your Excellency the Duke." Sergeant Chandler didn't look at the scene at all, and asked directly: "Why did you call me over this time?"

Duke Wilson suddenly reacted, paused slightly, and continued: "Yes."

He glanced at Evan, and Evan sighed, and said again what he said to Duke Wilson, his speculation and the conversation with Mr. Johnson, and finally the Duke told his situation again .

After speaking, Sergeant Chandler fell into deep thought. He obviously didn't appreciate people like Mr. Johnson, so his tone was not very good.

"Mr. Johnson's behavior is indeed somewhat suspicious, but do you have any specific evidence?"

Sheriff Chandler habitually thinks about problems from the perspective of a policeman.

Duke Wilson may have never thought about this question before, he frowned slightly, and said coldly: "Mr. The accounting issue is already settled, and there is always someone who is responsible.”

Sergeant Chandler looked at Duke Wilson's ugly face, and he didn't dare to refute anymore. The power and strength of a Duke are more important than laws and human rights in this era.

"You're right." Sheriff Chandler nodded without any hesitation. In his heart, the level of social status was almost engraved in his bones.

"Then I'll get someone to check on Mr. Johnson's house right now." Sheriff Chandler barely stopped, and after getting the Duke's approval, he turned and left the room.

Seeing Sergeant Chandler walk away, the Duke said to Mr. Stewart who was trembling at the side: "Go back and check my bank account for me. If someone withdraws money, he must not let it go."

Mr. Stewart bowed, then turned and left.

When only Evan and the Duke were left in the room, Evan finally said, "Aren't you going to tell the sheriff about this attack?"

Duke Wilson walked to Evan's bed and looked at him with a soft light in his eyes: "This time your injury is all my fault, but please understand that this matter is not something that the sheriff can solve , for the tranquility of this town, it is better to keep silent, I will handle this matter well."

Evan looked at the Duke's eyes, it was a kind of tenderness that could not be concealed at all, Evan couldn't help but smiled: "You don't need to be sorry to me, this time it's all the assassin's fault, and you and I What does it matter, since you think you can handle the matter, then I won't add anything to the snake."

The Duke couldn't help being stunned when he saw Evan's smile, and finally hooked his lips, and said softly, "Thank you for your understanding."

Evan had been sitting like this for a long time, and his body couldn't stand it any longer. The Duke helped him to lie down, but within a few minutes, Evan fell into a deep sleep.

It was basically a state between coma and deep sleep. Evan's body was burning with pain, but his mind was very confused. He fell asleep for a long time in a trance, and when he woke up again, it was already late at night.

He was awakened by the thirst in his throat, and there was a burning pain in his throat, which made him unbearable.

When Evan opened his eyes, the room was very dark, only a candle was placed by the bedside, and the dim light only illuminated the surrounding area, and the rest was plunged into darkness.

Evan struggled to get up half of his body, and seemed to see someone on the opposite chair in a trance. He opened his eyes wide and looked at it for a long time, only to realize that it seemed to be the outline of Duke Wilson.

Evan's heart skipped a beat, and his tone was a little apprehensive: "Master Duke?"

His voice was not high, but it was exceptionally clear in an empty room.

The shadow in the darkness moved slightly and moved half a body forward, and Evan finally saw the outline of his facial features clearly.

"Are you awake?" the Duke's voice was slightly hoarse.

Evan suddenly felt a little uneasy, and blinked hurriedly: "Why are you here? What happened?"

When the Duke heard this, a wry smile spread from the corner of his mouth, he sighed, and said in a low voice: "Your senses are really sensitive, something has indeed happened."

Evan opened his eyes wide and tried to see the Duke's face clearly, but under the dim light, he failed.

"What the hell, what's the matter?" Evan struggled to get up.

Seeing his dangerous action, the Duke took the initiative to step forward, supported the trembling Evan, sighed, and said in a low voice: "Don't get excited, the person who happened to be Mr. Johnson."

Evan's heart tightened, and he looked up at the Duke.

"he died."

Duke Wilson looked down at Evan with a heavy sigh in his eyes.