Guidebook for the Dark Duke Chapter 28: Talk about the problem
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Evan finally went downstairs, he didn't want his happy mood to be ruined by someone who didn't matter.
When he went downstairs, several gentlemen and ladies were already dining downstairs. Because of the large number of guests, the form of dinner was also buffet style. Everyone took their favorite food from the table, Then dine at the table.
Evan didn't see Duke Wilson. He thought about the sound from Duke Wilson's room before he went downstairs, and guessed that he should be dealing with the manor now.
Evan took the salmon and the butter bread, but when he returned to the table, he found that things were a bit subtle. Next to where he was supposed to sit, there was a woman and another man* with a sly look And the ambiguous fan language caused Evan to be in a dilemma for a while.
At this time, Evan's dilemma was resolved by a gentleman opposite.
"Pastor, come and sit here, there are seats available."
Evan looked over and spoke to an elegant middle-aged gentleman. He looked ordinary, but his aura was extraordinary. Evan remembered the names of the people around him at the welcome ball before, and nodded gently: "Thank you, Count."
The Count Martin nodded with a smile, looking at Evan with a special meaning.
Evan didn't notice the difference, he strode to the earl's side and sat down, because he had something in his heart, so his appetite was not very good, he only ate half of what was on the plate, he then stood up.
Earl Martin grabbed his arm and hurriedly said, "Mr. Reverend, why didn't you finish your meal?"
Evan's movements were slightly stagnant, and he gave Count Martin a strange look. His expression that had not been able to conceal was just stared at by Evan, and Evan's heart suddenly felt a little disgusting. Just as he was about to shake his hand, he happened to see the Duke who was going down the stairs, and he immediately changed his plan.
"Mr. Earl." His smile was polite and gentle: "I have a bad appetite, please forgive me for being rude."
Although Evan said so, the earl still held his wrist, his eyes full of ambition: "Oh, my dear Mr. Pastor." He rubbed Evan's wrist vaguely, Evan was so disgusted that he wanted to buckle the plate directly on top of his half-bald head.
"You're so thin, you still need to eat more, or do you want to..."
"No need!" Before the earl could finish his words, suddenly the indifferent voice of the duke came from the stairs.
He strode to Count Martin's side, ignoring the surprised expressions of the people around him, he pulled Count Martin's hand off Evan's hand, pulled Evan's arm, and quickly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes .
Count Martin was stunned to see this scene, but he felt a little uneasy in his heart. Could it be said that this handsome priest is the prince's ban, didn't he make a huge mistake today.
Evan was dragged out of the living room by the duke, walked through the gate, walked directly towards the courtyard, and walked all the way to the lake, before the duke let go of his arm.
Duke Wilson looked a little angry. He looked at Evan, his eyes were a little red with anger, and his eyes were full of sternness: "How can you associate with that kind of person! How dare he touch your hand!"
Evan looked at Duke Wilson inexplicably: "Lord Duke, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with Mr. Earl?"
Evan's completely confused appearance made Duke Wilson's anger a little unable to vent. He gritted his teeth and looked at his handsome and holy face, and suddenly there was a bit of evil in his heart, if this person forever belongs to You can only look at yourself, you can only talk to yourself, you can only laugh at yourself, there will never be people like Arya and Count Martin, only the two of them.
This sudden thought swept the Duke's sanity like a whirlwind. He could hardly help but want to step forward and grab Evan's hand. He was completely frightened by his own madness.
Duke Wilson gasped and turned away, he couldn't stay in this place, or he didn't know what he was going to do.
"Martin... Earl Martin has special hobbies. You are a decent person. Don't be fooled by him." Duke Wilson said in a somewhat unstable tone.
Evan was stunned for a while. He was frightened by the look the duke had just looked at him. What a terrible look it was, like a cheetah looking at its prey with a stern look. The unique possessiveness and madness made him almost want to run away.
But the Duke misunderstood Evan's silence. He thought that Evan was frightened by this unethical thing. For some reason, he was a little afraid to face the believers of this righteous Lord.
But obviously... the person he likes is a woman.
"Okay, that's it, please pay attention next time." The duke threw this sentence down with some guilty conscience, and then ran away.
Looking at the back of the duke leaving in a hurry, Evan was speechless. Speaking of which, what happened? He just wanted to test the duke, but he didn't expect that the development of the matter was out of his own control. Does the duke's appearance mean that he already has a lot of feelings for himself? It's just that the duke looks like this , I'm afraid he didn't find it himself.
Evan has a meaningful smile in his eyes. It's very good. Although it is faster than he expected, it is better than nothing. It seems that his plan will be adjusted. Evan's heart Immediately had an idea.
In the end, Evan returned to the castle by himself. When he went upstairs, the men and women who were talking in the hall looked at him with vague eyes. Evan just didn't notice it. In the last life, he only received more attention than this. He walked upstairs with his head held high, and there was no hesitation in his expression.
For a moment, the eyes around him were hesitant.
Evan sneered in his heart. In this era, the relationship between him and the Duke must not be seen, otherwise he will be the only one who will die.
Evan went upstairs, but did not go back to his room, but went to Mr. Johnson's room, he knocked politely on the door, but no one answered after a long time.
"Please, please come in." Mr. Johnson's voice was short.
Evan frowned, pushed the door and walked in. When he entered, Mr. Johnson was sitting awkwardly at the table, while the beautiful young man Rael was sitting impatiently on the sofa , watching him come in without any expression.
Evan just pretended not to see him, smiled and nodded at Mr. Johnson: "I heard you want to see me, I don't know why?"
Mr. Johnson glanced at Rael in a panic, and smiled awkwardly: "Yes... it's about the church land."
Rael probably got a hint from Mr. Johnson and stood up slowly: "Since you guys want to talk about things, then I'll leave first."
After he finished speaking, he ignored the reaction of the two of them, turned and left the room.
Seeing Evan frowning, Mr. Johnson smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry, I made you laugh, Rael has just been trained as a secretary, and it's not perfect."
Evan thought to himself that this is not perfect. This is simply no professionalism. If such a person can become a secretary, then all the bosses in this world will be **** off.
"You don't have to be sorry, let's get down to business first." Evan's tone was cold.
Mr. Johnson's life is not easy with a secretary who doesn't respect people.
Mr. Johnson was relieved to see that Evan had not pursued it, and began to talk about the church land.
At first, he said it was normal, briefly talking about the prospects and profits of the church's land, but as he went on, Evan felt that something was wrong.
He started throwing out a lot of terminology, as if to completely stun Evan, and kept inciting Evan to sell part of the land of the church, what kind of duke will build a textile factory in the suburbs , this will pollute the land, make the land unproductive, or because of some legal issue, the land will lose its ownership of the church after a few years, and it will be worthless, etc. .
Evan was indeed a little dizzy at first, but as he went on, Evan's thinking became clearer.
It's true that the duke wanted to build a textile factory, the duke had mentioned it to him, but if he remembered correctly, the duke built the factory north of Derain and the church land was On the south side of Dranlier, even a fool knows how far apart these two places are.
Let's talk about the ownership of the land. Even if, as Mr. Johnson said, the church will lose its ownership after many years, but at that time, I'm afraid that Evan's bones will be turned into ashes. It's too early to worry about this issue.
In fact, Mr. Johnson also mentioned these things, but it was only a light passage, and more of it was his opinion that he encouraged Evan to sell the land.
"Pastor Bruce, please listen to me, the price of land at this time is probably the best price, and you will never find a better time to earn more money for the church. It is the best choice for the whole church and you, of course, this is only my personal opinion, and you still need to make a decision on this matter." Mr. Johnson was different from the embarrassing appearance before, completely changed to An articulate lawyer, and he looked at Evan with a confident look, as if he would agree with what he said in the next instant.
Evan looked at Mr. Johnson and sneered, thanks to the fact that he had guessed that the poor old president had calculated the church's money. At this time, he finally understood that the man who misappropriated the church's property and coaxed Pastor Ross The person is this handsome Mr. Johnson in front of him.
He really doesn't know who this gentleman thinks he is? The honest and opinionated Pastor Ross? Really interesting.
Evan stood up slowly, directly ignoring the expectation on Mr. Johnson's face, and said coldly: "Please don't repeat this kind of thing again, you won't want to hear my answer. "
Mr. Johnson's expression changed instantly, first in disbelief, then panic, he hurriedly stood up, and wanted to say more.
Evan said again: "By the way, I forgot to tell you, the person sent by the church to check the accounts will arrive soon, please prepare first."
This sentence completely stopped Mr. Johnson's further actions. If there is any word to describe his expression, that word must be called despair.