Guidebook for the Dark Duke

Evan lived in the Cornwall manor that night, and Dr. Hester stayed with him. Little Edward suddenly developed a high fever in the middle of the night, and everyone started talking nonsense. Doctor Hester and Evan didn't sleep almost all night, and so did the Duke. He stood by Edward's bed in a disheveled manner, exuding a gloomy aura.

When it was dawn, Edward's fever finally subsided, and there was an episode, because according to the medical conditions of this era, bloodletting is usually used for fever, but Edward is only six years old this year. Well, Dr. Hester naturally didn't dare to do such a thing, and his condition fell into anxiety for a while.

Seeing that Duke Wilson's complexion was as good as the bottom of the pot, fortunately, although Evan was also a dude before, he still had this common sense. He immediately ordered the servant to bring cold water and apply cold compresses to Edward to cool down. Doctor Hester started Sometimes he hesitated, but he couldn't come up with a better treatment method, so he could only let Evan do these things.

On the contrary, Duke Wilson was very open-minded. He had almost no doubts about Evan, so he ordered the housekeeper to bring up cold water. In fact, it is very likely that he is also desperate. You must know that the fever at this time is very serious. If you are not careful, you will Turned into pneumonia and died.

Seeing that Edward's face gradually turned red, and Duke Wilson's face was no longer so ugly, he gave Dr. Hester a reproachful look, and Dr. Hester lowered his head in shame.

"Pastor Bruce, thank you so much for today." Duke Wilson turned his face to look at Evan, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

Evan smiled modestly: "It is God's blessing that Lord Edward can turn the crisis into safety."

Duke Wilson's expression froze, he nodded reluctantly, crossed himself casually, and said dryly a word of praise to God.

Evan's expression was slightly raised. It seems that this legendary pious believer is not very pious.

On the contrary, Hester pulled Evan over with great interest, and asked him where he learned this treatment method. How could Evan tell the truth, so he had to perfunctorily say that he heard it from a doctor by chance, but let him know. Dr. Hester sighed greatly, wishing he could consult the non-existent doctor immediately.

Evan got rid of Dr. Hester's entanglement with some embarrassment, and walked to Edward's bed. He was already awake at this time, but his face was still a little bad. There is no expression on his face, which is completely inconsistent with his cute appearance.

Evan knew that this Lord Edward's personality was definitely not good. Even the heroine in the original book had to spend a lot of effort to get close to him, so he tried his best to be gentle and gentle, whispering Said: "How does Lord Edward feel now?"

Edward glanced at Evan lazily, with no expression on his face: "Uncomfortable." There was a hint of fatigue in his soft voice.

Evan reached out and touched his forehead, and smiled softly: "The fever has subsided, and it will get better soon."

Duke Wilson looked at Edward with a frown, and said in a deep voice, "Is there any way to relieve his pain?"

Evan paused slightly with his outstretched hand, and then smiled again: "Your lord sweated a lot this night, after that, as long as you add some water appropriately, you will gradually get better."

A sickness was so precious that if he knew how to alleviate the suffering of his sick, he wouldn't need to be a priest.

Duke Wilson nodded solemnly, turned his head and ordered Chris the butler, and then he looked at Edward who had woken up a little stiffly, and said coldly: "It is thanks to Pastor Bruce that you were saved this time. Don't do these dangerous things again."

Evan was a little surprised. The current Duke Wilson is completely different from the worried father before. Is this how the father and son get along?

Edward seemed to have adapted to this way of getting along, but nodded slightly, and thanked Evan again.

Evan nodded with a smile, but didn't say much. It seems that it is still not easy to intervene now, and he still needs to observe carefully. Besides, he remembers very clearly that the reason why the Duke became black back then was also because of Edward's death. The proud son of heaven who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth was very weak. Later, because of the turmoil in Yorkshire, something went wrong in the Cornwall Manor. Not only did Lord Edward die young, but even the hostess was injured.

Duke Wilson was furious because of this matter, and almost turned Delan Leer over, a massacre occurred, and the Duke was completely blackened.

Now that Lord Edward was out of danger, Evan had no reason to stay in the Cornwall manor, and he proposed to leave first without waiting for others to drive him away.

"Today's morning report hasn't been done yet, I have to go back to the church first." Evan said softly to the Duke.

Duke Wilson nodded slightly, and his tone towards Evan was obviously different from before: "Please trouble Pastor Bruce." After speaking, he ordered the housekeeper Chris to send him away in person.

Butler Chris bowed to his command.

Evan left the Cornwall Manor with the butler, and Chris sent him outside the iron gate very professionally, which was a treatment he didn't have when he came here before.

Evan was very satisfied with this visit. He successfully established a preliminary contact with Duke Wilson. How he will develop in the future depends on himself.

By the time Evan got back to church, the morning prayers were over, and Mrs. Saunders was sitting in the living room, wearing a pair of reading glasses, reading the ledger.

Seeing Evan came back, he didn't have a good look on his face: "Pastor Bruce, why are you coming back now? You are too irresponsible."

Evan smiled wryly: "Lord Edward had a fever last night, and His Excellency the Duke asked me to pray for him before his bed."

Mrs. Sanders was taken aback when she heard this, and hurriedly stood up: "Have a fever? How is your lord now?"

Seeing Mrs. Sanders' eager expression, Evan once again confirmed his inference. He had never seen Mrs. Sanders lose her composure like this. Her concern for her children was a proof of her motherhood.

"My lord is fine. The fever subsided in the morning, and I'm much better now."

Hearing Evan's words, Mrs. Sanders was obviously relieved: "It's good that the fever subsides, God bless."

Because of this incident, Mrs. Sanders' attitude towards Evan was obviously much better. She took the ledger on the table, pointed to a place for Evan and said, "Pastor Bruce, there is something wrong with this ledger. This discrepancy is obvious. Something out of the ordinary, a pound an ounce of beef, oh my god, I've never heard anything like that."

Evan took the ledger with a frown, but he really didn't expect that there would be a real problem with the ledger, which was never mentioned in the original book.

Evan checked the accounts on this page one by one. This is not the problem. Evan initially estimated that there was at least five or six hundred pounds of discrepancies. It's simply unobstructed.

"Where is the secretary in charge of the account book?" Evan said solemnly.

Mrs. Sanders took off the eyes on the bridge of her nose, rubbed the bridge of her nose tiredly, and said in a low voice: "I just asked him to ask, before Pastor Ross left office, the books were kept in the hands of Pastor Ross Yes, he has only taken over for a few days, and he doesn’t know what’s wrong with it.”

Evan closed the ledger and roughly had the answer in his mind.

"Call the police, this matter is beyond our handling." He must not take the blame for this.

Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan in some surprise, and raised her voice: "Call the police?" Then she immediately realized that she was wrong, and lowered her voice again: "How can the police know about this kind of thing? It will affect the church figurative."

Evan thought about Mrs. Sanders' psychology in his mind, and then said: "But such a big discrepancy, if you don't call the police, how can you make up for the loophole? Even if it is to maintain the reputation of the church, you should report it to the church." I know, let the bishop make a decision."

Mrs. Sanders paused, and said after a pause: "I know what you think, you must think it was done by Pastor Ross, but I can tell you that Pastor Ross is the most upright and noblest person I have ever seen. Pastor, it is impossible for him to do these things. He must have been deceived. He is a good man. You must know that his knowledge of money is not as clear as that of a woman like me. We cannot easily destroy his personal reputation. How about this, do you think about it, starting today, we will try our best to investigate the people and things related to this matter privately, if we still find nothing after a month, we will immediately report to the church and let the church make a decision."

Evan felt a little apprehensive, but he couldn't refuse Mrs. Sanders' request directly, so he could only agree to it first. As for other things, he had to wait until later.

After communicating with Mrs. Sanders about the church's accounts, Evan was worried. This incident was completely unexpected. He was afraid that some kind of accident would cause a change in the information he controlled about the world.

But this worry didn't last long, because he was already shocked by an even more shocking news.

Evan had just finished praying that morning when Sergeant Chandler came to the church suddenly. Ever since he was drunk and sent home by Evan, the relationship between him and Evan has become closer.

"Pastor Bruce, the Duke will also be present at the fireworks display this time, please pay more attention then." The sheriff who was not well dressed said carelessly.

"Fireworks show?" Evan looked at Sheriff Chandler with some doubts, he had never heard of this.

"Oh, don't you know?" Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan with some surprise: "I thought I had already told you that." Sheriff Chandler smiled embarrassedly, and then said Explained the specific situation of this conference to Evan.

This is an old tradition in Delanele. On the day of Lichun, a fireworks display is held to celebrate the arrival of spring and to look forward to a good harvest in the coming year.

Evan, as the pastor of Delan Lille, played a very important role in this process, because this conference will need his chair from the beginning to the end.

Listening to Sheriff Chandler's description, Evan was devastated. He had never had any experience in this area, and he hadn't made any preparations before. What's even more frustrating was that the firework festival There are only three days left to start.