Guidebook for the Dark Duke Chapter 1: New Pastor

Evan got off the train, and the conductor helped him remove his luggage from the train. Evan nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally took five shillings from his pocket and handed it to the conductor.

"Thank you." Evan said mildly.

The conductor took Evan's tip excitedly, just to carry the luggage, even a generous businessman would not have such a big hand.

"Thank you Mr. Pastor, you are so kind, you must be a good pastor." The conductor was almost incoherent.

Evan's expression flashed a little annoyance, but in the end he smiled slightly: "Thank you for your compliment."

He took his salute from the conductor and walked towards the platform. Looking at a serious middle-aged woman standing behind the column, Evan felt that he must have found the right person.

Evan strode over to the middle-aged woman and said warmly, "Are you Mrs. Sanders?"

The middle-aged woman has a rigid expression, and the nasolabial lines on her face make her more serious and inhumane. She is wearing a long brown dress and her hair is meticulously tucked behind her head. She looked up and down Evan, her tone was a little bit Stiffly: "Yes."

Evan smiled gently: "Hello, I'm the new pastor, Evan Bruce."

Mrs. Sanders nodded quickly, her expression still did not improve, she said coldly: "I am Mrs. Sanders, the parish secretary of Delan Lier, Pastor Bruce, welcome to Delan Lier, There is another deacon waiting outside the station gate, please."

Evan nodded with a smile and said thank you, they were about to go outside when they heard Mrs Sanders say: "Pastor Bruce, please allow my offense, according to your four hundred pounds a year next time you tip, keep it within a shilling, or you'll be bankrupt within a year."

Looking at Mrs. Sanders' stern face, Evan smiled a little embarrassedly. Half a year ago, he returned to England at the end of the nineteenth century overnight. This impacted him as much as life and death, not to mention He is even more ignorant of these folk customs, and it is not surprising that he is ugly now.

"Your words are good words for me, thank you for your guidance." Evan said gently.

Mrs. Sanders raised the corner of her mouth quickly: "You don't mind my offense."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked outside the station. Evan did not dare to delay, and quickly followed.

The name of the dean who came to pick up Evan was George, but he was still a kid who had just graduated from college, with an ordinary appearance and a lot of freckles on the tip of his nose.

George was a little embarrassed to face Evan at first, but ten minutes after he got into the carriage, George opened the conversation completely, Evan turned slightly to show that he was listening, but in fact his mind had long been flew to a hundred and eight thousand miles away.

He had a good life as a playboy, but came to this place overnight and became the assistant pastor of a small church in the suburbs of London.

Evan looked at the scenery of the English countryside outside the window and couldn't help but sighed. If it wasn't for this transfer, I'm afraid he wouldn't come to this place. Delan Lier, a place that didn't exist in the first place, is a The home game in this book, he came to, not only the England of the 19th century, but also a world in the book.

George's topic has gone from the construction of the train to the development of Delan Lier, you know, Delan Lier is not a nameless place, although it is just a town, but this town is the famous Duke Wilson. manor.

Charles Christ, Duke of Wilson, whose ancestral reputation can be traced back to the Middle Ages, is the oldest family in England. His father was a war veteran and was given the rank of general, and his mother is a cousin of the current King of England. , Princess Margaret.

His illustrious background and background made him live like a king in the small place of Delanlier, and people adored and admired him wildly, and George was no exception.

"The duke has reached an agreement with Mr. Senator that Derainlier will also open a textile factory in the future. Do you know, Mr. Pastor, that this will bring more than 1,000 jobs to the entire Delanlier. Lanlier will be more prosperous." The tip of George's nose was flushed with excitement, and if he hadn't been sitting in the carriage, he would have almost danced.

Evan's expression moved slightly, and he said warmly: "Oh? The Duke you are talking about is Duke Wilson?"

"Who else but Duke Wilson, there is no second Duke here." George said jokingly.

Mrs. Sanders coughed softly at this moment, and George immediately put away his hippie smile. He carefully glanced at Mrs. Sanders, who was sitting opposite, and didn't dare to say another word.

Evan raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Mrs. Sanders sideways, still cold and dignified, but the nasolabial lines on the corners of his mouth became deeper.

Evan lowered his head, looked at the Bible he had been holding in his hand, and smiled slightly.

**

Dranlier is not far from the train station, and they are there in just twenty minutes by horse-drawn carriage.

The carriage traverses the entire Derainlier, and Evan looks at this unknown town through the car window. The English-style buildings stand on both sides of the street with a subtle and elegant attitude, and the market is lively. The vitality of the bakery, the post office, and the barber shop all carried a unique British style, which made Evan feel a little fascinated for a while.

Mrs. Sanders glanced at Evan and said solemnly: "There are not many strangers in Delan Lier, and people are inevitably curious."

Evan glanced at Mrs. Sanders without explaining her misunderstanding, as he suddenly realized that all these people were staring at him.

Evan was a little embarrassed for a while, but still said warmly: "Understandable."

When they crossed the main street of Delan Lier and walked three more miles south, they finally reached the church of Delan Lier.

The church is built on a gentle slope, and the snow-white walls emit a faint shimmer under the sunlight.

Evan got off the carriage and circled around the church with great interest. The surrounding jungle was hidden by the church. The low bushes were verdant, and the bright hydrangea grew against the walls of the church. , there is plenty of sunlight, and the inside of the church is even more beautifully built, dignified and bright, which is completely different from the small church he served before.

Evan nodded with satisfaction and smiled: "The church is very beautiful."

Mrs. Sanders' face softened a little at this time, and said warmly: "This is built by the Duke. God bless, the Duke is a faithful believer."

Evan couldn't help bending the corners of his mouth, but didn't say much, just smiled.

After they had finished visiting the church, George sent him back to the priest's cottage assigned to him by the diocese. It was a single-family house with a small garden where geraniums were flourishing.

Evan touched the petals of the geranium with his fingertips, and George hurriedly stepped forward and said, "The last priest's wife likes geraniums very much, so she has planted a lot. If you don't like it, you can plant something else."

Evan looked at the delicate flowers in the fence, smiled and shook his head: "No, this is good."

George then introduced him to the servants who served, a gardener, a valet, a cook and maid, and an errand boy.

Evan is very satisfied, he is not very rich, although his father is a gentleman in the traditional sense, but he is only the youngest son, he does not get a penny from his father, so now these few Personal expenses are enough for him to drink a pot.

George thought that Evan was a rich boy with no fingers, and it would be difficult to serve him, but he didn't expect him to accept this slightly crude environment so easily, and he was relieved and hurriedly said : "As long as you are satisfied, by the way, Pastor Bruce, tomorrow is Monday, although there is no need for worship, but because it is your first day here, you will still be invited to preach."

After Evan came through, he had already done countless sermons for the alcoholic priest in the six months since he became the pastor's assistant, so he didn't panic when he heard this, and responded with a smile.

He sent George to the door and was about to say goodbye to him when George seemed to have thought of something and said, "By the way, I almost forgot to tell you, Mrs. Lawrence will hold a welcome banquet for you, please I'll be there at that time."

"Mrs. Lawrence?" Evan raised his eyebrows slightly. If he remembered correctly, this Mrs. Lawrence had taken up a lot of space in the original book.

"Yes, Mr. Lawrence is a member of the town council, and Mrs. Lawrence is also very appealing locally. Their only son John is even working for the Duke." George said with a smile.

Evan slightly hooked his lips, and a dim light flashed in his eyes. He had already arrived at this place. For the sake of future survival, he could not easily let go of anyone who could be in contact with Duke Wilson.

"Thanks for her kindness, I will definitely attend." Evan replied with a smile.

In that book, this Duke Wilson is like a nuclear bomb. His three views are completely different from those of normal people. The people who died under his hands are not only Evan in the original book. A small character who tries to provoke over his own strength, and sometimes implicates innocent passers-by, and the only person who can survive under the big killer of Duke Wilson, there are only two kinds, one is an NPC who does not even show his face. , one is the one he loves.

Evan is not the kind of person who is willing to be an NPC, and at the same time he is not a very ethical person, so in order to live a better life in this world and have more resources and status, when he has no When it was unavoidable to come to this place, he decided to take this noble duke with serious personality flaws into his bag.

Evan stood at the door with a slight hook on his lips and watched George walk away. His slender body became taller and straighter in the sunlight, his curly blond hair was neatly combed behind his ears, and his handsome face was set off by the priest's uniform. There was an aura of asceticism, but there was a faint sneer in his blue eyes, like an angel infested by demons, both holy and terrifying.