Guidebook for the Dark Duke

Just after lunch the next day, a servant came in to report that Mr. Fold and Mrs. Johnson asked to see him. Evan was originally chatting with the Duke about some art-related matters. Hearing this report, the atmosphere between the two suddenly became a little bit different. Subtle up.

Duke Wilson glanced at Evan, who was drooping and silent, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word, just said: "Welcome them to the living room, and I'll come out right away."

The servant bowed and retreated, but Duke Wilson walked up to Evan, looked down at Evan, and said softly: "I will go down with you, I am also a benefactor of the church, and I still have the right to intervene in this matter. "

Evan raised his head and glanced at Duke Wilson. His handsome side face was generally hidden in the shadows, and there was a strange sense of beauty. The corners of Evan's mouth hooked slightly, but a grateful expression appeared on his face: "Thank you so much Your generosity."

Duke Wilson smiled indifferently, helped Evan up from the soft chair, and walked downstairs.

Evan's wound has almost recovered at this time, but he still has to be careful when going downstairs. He deliberately leaned most of his body on Duke Wilson and walked downstairs with his strength.

Duke Wilson froze as soon as Evan approached his arms. In the process of going downstairs, he moved even more step by step, like a boy at a loss. A secret smile, just such a small action, can make Duke Wilson so chaotic. It seems that his plan has succeeded 90.00%, and the remaining [-]% depends on his own means.

Duke Wilson helped Evan down from the stairs all the way, and when he was finally seated, Evan said apologetically, "My lord, I am so sorry to trouble you."

Duke Wilson wished that he would trouble himself, so he waved his hands a little ridiculously, and said in a slightly unstable tone: "You...you are too polite, it's nothing..."

His voice was light and ethereal, and by the time of the last sentence, almost no one could clearly hear what he was saying.

Looking at him like this, Evan couldn't help laughing in his heart. Duke Wilson was so young emotionally, which really exceeded his expectations.

At this moment, the servants led Fold and Mrs. Johnson in. To Evan's surprise, Sergeant Chandler also followed in. Looking at the scene, he couldn't help being stunned.

"Mr. Sheriff?" Duke Wilson frowned, and spoke first: "Why are you here? Does this matter require the intervention of the police?"

It can be said that Duke Wilson's trust in the police has been reduced to dust, and he doesn't even have a good impression of Sheriff Chandler.

Sergeant Chandler looked a little depressed, at least much more depressed than the previous high-spirited look. He pinched the brim of his hat, which was already a bit old, glanced at the weak-faced Evan, and whispered: "My lord, Johnson The sir's case has not yet been resolved, I am here this time to visit Pastor Bruce, and at the same time, I want to get some opinions from Mr. Pastor."

Sheriff Chandler tasted the sweetness last time, but this time he was devastated by the incident and there was no result. He naturally thought of Evan again.

Evan hesitated slightly when he heard this, and looked at Sheriff Chandler with some surprise: "Oh, Mr. Sheriff, you really think highly of me. I don't know much about this matter than you do."

Sheriff Chandler was a little afraid of Duke Wilson, but he was very close to Evan. Hearing what he said at this time, he quickly said: "You helped me in the last case, please help me this time too. Once, this matter has not been resolved until now, and Scotland Yard is already very dissatisfied with me, if the police detectives from above are sent over, I am afraid that the matter will become more complicated."

Hearing him talk about this, the Duke couldn't help but frowned. He glanced at the calm-looking Ford and the expressionless Mrs. Johnson, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and finally whispered: "Don't say these things. It's time for something, please sit down, three, let's settle today's main issue first."

Speaking of this, Ferd finally had the time to interrupt, and said with a smile: "Thanks to the generosity of the Duke today, we can talk about this matter in your manor."

Duke Wilson gave Fold a cold look, and said in a cold voice, "Pastor Bruce is my friend, and this trivial matter is nothing to worry about."

Ferd's smile froze immediately.

Duke Wilson no longer looked at him, but instead looked at Mrs. Johnson, who was sitting on the edge of the sofa with a black veil covering her face, and said in a low voice, "Ma'am, since you are here today, what Mr. Johnson did before How do you plan to compensate for the matter?"

Mrs. Johnson looked at Duke Wilson almost nervously. She took off the hat on her head, and the face behind the black veil was pale and scary. She was not the calm and rational woman a few days ago.

She looked straight at Duke Wilson, with a hint of madness and panic in her eyes.

"I don't know anything about what he did, and I have never seen his money. I can't satisfy your request."

Mrs. Johnson's voice was still trembling, but everyone sitting in the room was startled by her, especially Evan. He half stood up and looked at Mrs. Johnson, and said in a stern tone: "Madam, did you Isn’t it like I promised to return the money to the church? Why go back on my word now?”

Mrs. Johnson didn't look at Evan at all, she quickly lowered her head, put her hands on her head, and murmured in pain: "Pastor Bruce, I'm sorry...I'm really sorry, I can't help it, I thought he left the property, but Now I can't find any trace of property at all, and I can't help it..."

Mrs. Johnson's tone was choked with sobs at the end. Her life these past few days was indeed not very good. The eyes of people around her, the pointing of people in the town, and the frequent bombardment by tabloid reporters, Her spirit was on the verge of collapse at this time.

Evan frowned tightly, looking at Mrs. Johnson, with a little uncertainty in his eyes.

Duke Wilson walked up to Evan, stroked his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Sit down first, don't burst the wound."

Evan sat back on the soft sofa again. He was full of thoughts at this time and didn't react at all, but a flickering light flashed in the eyes of Ferd, who was sitting opposite.

"Mrs. Johnson." Fuld said without waiting for others to speak, "No matter what you say, your husband's embezzlement of the church's property is a fact. There is no doubt about it. If you don't cooperate well now Yes, then this matter will be handed over to the court. They will freeze your property, auction off your house, and then use it to pay off the church. If you don’t want the matter to develop to this point, I still advise you , it is best to cooperate with our work."

After all, Fuld was sent by the church, and it was quite natural to threaten people.

After hearing this, Mrs. Johnson couldn't help but tremble. She looked at Fuld in horror, as if she was looking at a devil.

"You...you can't do this..." Tears flowed from her eyes: "Mr. Fold, you are a gentleman, do you really want to embarrass me, a widow, like this?"

Evan squinted his eyes and looked at the tearful poor woman in front of him. He couldn't explain why, but he always felt a little weird.

"Embarrassment?" Fuld looked at Mrs. Johnson and smiled: "Why would I embarrass you? Everything I said has a legal basis, and this is something stipulated by the law. Even you, a noble Ma'am, you must also abide by it. I am telling you the consequences of this matter. I just want you to know the seriousness of this matter. I also request you to stop saying these irresponsible words. It is the property of the church. You must return."

When Mrs. Johnson heard this, she couldn't help trembling. She clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, bit her lower lip, and looked at Fuld with deep fear in her eyes.

Sergeant Chandler watched from the side, and couldn't help saying: "Mr. Fold, do you have to speak so heartlessly? Mrs. Johnson is also a poor victim!"

Fold looked at Sheriff Chandler and sneered: "Victim?" There was a hint of arrogance in his eyes: "She is a victim, so does the church deserve the loss? You know, the property of the church is used Come to serve God, are we going to use this money to feed a greedy demon?"

Sergeant Chandler was not good at debating, so he choked and couldn't say a word. Mrs. Johnson looked at Evan with help-seeking eyes when she saw this.

Evan was a little embarrassed about his position on this matter, but now seeing her naked and pitiful eyes, his situation suddenly became more difficult, and Evan only felt his scalp go numb.

He couldn't ignore Mrs. Johnson's pitiful eyes, because he was a 'good' pastor after all, but if he turned against him in matters of the church, he might not be far from his end.

Evan's heart was tangled like a mess, but he couldn't keep his mouth shut. Now that the whole audience's eyes were on him, he felt that he was so powerful.

Evan looked up at Fuld, and the ironic smile on the corner of his mouth made Evan's heart skip a beat.

He did it on purpose!

This was Evan's only idea. To push himself to such a point, Ferd really did what he said. Otherwise, his hypocrisy would be exposed, or the church's punishment would follow him everywhere. It was really a vicious method.

Evan's heart was full of hatred for Ferd, but at this moment in this scene, he couldn't keep silent, Evan squeezed his sweaty palms, and said warmly: "Ma'am, you... "

"The church is in charge of this matter, and Pastor Bruce is probably powerless."

Suddenly, Duke Wilson interrupted Evan. He looked at the poor Mrs. Johnson with a cold face, and continued to say coldly: "Madam, you asked for help from Pastor Bruce because of his kindness, but this The matter is up to the church, and I'm afraid Pastor Bruce won't be able to do more for you, so please settle this matter yourself."

With the Duke of Wilson in his place, Evan was relieved immediately, but he didn't dare to relax. He could only look at Mrs. Johnson helplessly, with a trace of pity in his eyes.

"My dear lady." His tone was very gentle: "I understand your situation very well, but this matter has exceeded my scope of authority. I really can't do more for you. Please rest assured that I will Write to the bishop about your matter, the bishop is merciful and merciful, and will definitely make the right decision."

Fortunately, there is a church, otherwise this matter would be really difficult to deal with.