Guidebook for the Dark Duke

"You don't know?" Duke Wilson stood up suddenly: "You are not joking!" The Duke looked at Lord Oram with piercing eyes.

Lord Oram smiled bitterly: "I wish I was joking, but unfortunately, it is true."

Duke Wilson looked at him, his expression became serious.

"I sincerely hope that you know what you are doing, Olam. Since you have involved me in this matter, then I hope you will not disappoint me in this matter." He looked at Lord Oram: "Because I believe you should know that if I am disappointed, then no one will be better off."

Oram saw that Duke Wilson was really angry, and immediately stood up to appease him: "Your Excellency, don't worry, although I don't know where Prince George is, he is indeed safe now. Correspondence, I will never deceive you about this matter, but Prince George is unwilling to disclose his itinerary, I believe you can understand."

Duke Wilson sneered: "Understood?" He looked at Oram with mocking eyes: "George is so suspicious that he doesn't even trust you. As an uncle, I'm afraid I won't get any benefits." .”

Lord Oram smiled awkwardly: "It's not what you imagined, His Royal Highness just doesn't want too many people to know his whereabouts, so as to avoid mistakes in the middle."

Duke Wilson didn't speak any more. He tightly pressed his lips together, and sat down with a gloomy expression. It's useless to say anything now. He is now tied to Prince George's boat. There is no room for retreat, and the only thing we can do now is to hope that Prince George will return safely.

Evan sat on the sidelines, and at this moment his heart was burning with anxiety. He never imagined that Prince George would not even trust Lord Oram, and now they are really ineffective, and their fate is completely in their hands. In the hands of Prince George.

Evan clenched his fists tightly. It seemed that since he came to London, this feeling became clearer. The shackles of luck bound him completely. In this world dominated by power and status, he could hardly move a single step.

There was an endless stream of rumbling attacks outside, and the shouts and wailing of the soldiers were endless. Evan had never experienced war before. Hearing these sounds, he was almost restless. The most painful thing in the world is, Waiting for his own fate, Evan suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. Although he knew the result in the book, the process of this matter has changed too much. He has no confidence that this matter will develop as he imagined.

While waiting, the time was very long. At this time, Evan finally realized this deeply. From morning to noon, he was about to go crazy. The dignified expression on the guard's face that Lord Lamb reported made him unable to stop thinking about it.

"Lord Oram!" Evan couldn't bear it at last, and after the reporting guard walked out, he asked, "What's the situation outside?"

Lord Oram was taken aback by Evan's sudden question, and then smiled again: "Please rest assured, there will be no problem."

Evan frowned slightly, turned his head and glanced at Duke Wilson, only to find that he was sitting aside with a stern face, without any reaction. Evan was a little annoyed, what the hell are these two people doing!

"I think I need some fresh air." Evan stood up abruptly and walked towards the window.

"Priest Bruce!" Lord Oram said suddenly, "Please stay away from the window." He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of caution.

Evan waved his hand: "Thank you for reminding me." Turning around and walking upstairs, he can't sit in this place all the time now, he needs to calm down.

Seeing Evan go upstairs, Lord Oram's gaze was withdrawn.

"Master Duke." He suddenly said to Duke Wilson who was still watching Evan's back disappear, "I'm afraid Pastor Bruce is a little impetuous." There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Duke Wilson still did not look back, but frowned slightly: "This is the first time he has faced such a scene." At his age, he has already done a good job.

Lord Oram smiled: "It's true, the first time I saw someone murder someone, I was so scared that my face turned pale."

Duke Wilson gave Lord Oram a sidelong glance, and raised the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh, but he failed in the end.

"What is George's plan? Although he is an idiot, I don't think he is so stupid. He went out and ran around by himself, leaving such a big stall to you!" He said with unusual firmness, as if there was nothing room for refutation.

Lord Oram couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Prince George is your nephew, you know his character best, but this time he didn't go out alone, he was accompanied by at least half of his guards, don't worry, General Stone is following."

Hearing what he said, Duke Wilson's expression became a little better: "It's not stupid to the end." Old Stone is probably the most reliable person in the world.

Lord Oram knew that he was stubborn, so he smiled indifferently. Prince George and the Duke of Wilson have been at odds since they were young. Both Prince George and him are younger than Wilson, but because of the old king, they are always arranged. Together, Duke Wilson didn't like to bring them two oil bottles, so he disliked them since he was a child, but Oram also knew that Duke Wilson didn't really hate Prince George, it was just like a child throwing a temper tantrum. Just bickering.

Evan didn't know the movements of the two people downstairs. When he returned to the room, the fighting sounds that had been surrounding him finally quieted down, and he became much calmer.

In the original book, Prince George is a peaceful but very intelligent young man. Although the relationship with the Duke is not very harmonious, it is better than Duke Rand and his ilk. Even if the Duke went crazy and made such a tragic Prince George did not blame him for the matter, but covered it up appropriately, which gave Evan reason to believe that the alliance between Prince George and Duke Wilson was very strong, but even so, Evan was still at this time A little irritable, because at this time, after all, he is in the situation, waiting for the shackles of fate, which is really hard for him to accept.

Evan was lying on the bed, looking at the snow-white ceiling, and suddenly the description of Prince George in the book popped up in his mind. He was gentle and refined, and it seemed that his descriptions were always inseparable from the four Words, but Evan absolutely does not believe that the person who quietly took military power from Duke Wilson after launching the coup is definitely not as simple as he showed.

Evan sighed. Although Prince George's scheming would make him breathe a sigh of relief, he still couldn't relax completely in such a situation. The war outside made all his good ideas vanish in smoke.

At this moment when Evan was most anxious, suddenly there was a loud noise downstairs, and Evan jumped up from the bed, opened the door and rushed down. If he heard correctly, it was... gunshots.

When Evan rushed out of the room, other people in the room also looked out. Seeing Evan running down, these people hurriedly put their heads back. At this time, they could only pretend that they could neither hear nor see. Life is still important.

Evan rushed downstairs, only to find that there were only Lord Oram, Duke Wilson, and a soldier trembling with fear standing downstairs, and the pistol was in the hands of Lord Oram, which was originally exquisite. On the carpet, a hole was punched, and the surrounding area was faintly scorched, and the terrible things Evan imagined did not happen.

"My lord?" Evan frowned and looked at Lord Oram suspiciously.

Lord Oram had a smile on his face, but it looked cruel to Evan.

"Pastor Bruce, I'm really sorry to disturb you." Lord Oram said in a gentle and polite tone.

Evan was frightened by his somewhat creepy tone, and couldn't help but glanced at Duke Wilson, only to find that he also frowned and said nothing.

Evan had a bad guess in his mind.

"You don't have to apologize." Evan pursed his lips: "Did something happen?" He tentatively asked cautiously.

Lord Oram raised his eyebrows, and sneered: "You don't have to worry, everything is under control." After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the poor guard stepped back immediately, walking slightly staggeringly.

After the guards left, Lord Oram sat down, the smile on his face disappeared, and he looked a little gloomy.

"Prince George has a letter." He said suddenly.

Evan was startled when he heard this, and his bad thoughts spread more and more.

"Fa... what happened?" Evan's lips were a little dry.

Lord Oram looked at the hole on the ground with a cold expression: "Duke Rand has returned to London, and Prince George decided to go to London to control Duke Rand before coming to rescue us, so the rescue time will be delayed for a while. .”

Lord Oram's tone was calm and unwavering, but Evan almost jumped up. The original time was already very embarrassing, but there is still a delay. What exactly does Prince George want to do?

After a little thought in Evan's mind, cold sweat broke out. Now that Prince George has all the military power, he can do whatever he wants, and it is not impossible for Lord Oram and Duke Wilson to die here. After all, there is no No one can shake his return.

Evan held his slightly trembling fists and looked at Duke Wilson, but Duke Wilson's expression was still calm, as if he had not been affected by anything. He was also looking at Evan at this time, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

"Evan." He said suddenly, "Don't be afraid."

Evan looked at Duke Wilson blankly. At this time, this scene, and this situation, he told him not to be afraid.

Duke Wilson stood up suddenly: "Has the messenger left?" His tone was very calm.

Lord Oram squinted his eyes at Duke Wilson with a trace of gloom in his eyes: "What do you want to do?"

Duke Wilson looked at him and raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically: "Oh, Oram, you don't really think so stupidly that I will hand over my own destiny to others, do you?"

"Didn't you hand over all the military power?" Lord Oram's eyes burst into a flash of hope.