Guidebook for the Dark Duke

    Duke Wilson's face was ugly, and the manservant was in a dilemma for a while, and some stood there trembling, not knowing what to do.

    After a long time, Duke Wilson finally spoke again, but this time his tone was calm.

    "Go to Mr. Stelt, inform my bank that all checks are dishonored, then call the police immediately, I need to see Sheriff Chandler."

    The duke's indifferent face showed no emotion. It involved the bank and the police station, which was really confusing for a manservant.

    "Yes, my lord." The servant stepped back with a wink.

    Duke Wilson turned to look at Evan, with a look of awe: "Mr. Johnson does these things, we must do something, what do you do with the church? "

    Evan's expression at this time is also a little subtle. Since it is already a matter of the Duke at this time, then it is not a church bishop who can solve it.

    "Since it has reached this point, it is useless to hide it. Let the police handle it."

    Evan knew in his heart that he had reached this point, and he might as well be a good man.

    Sure enough, hearing Evan's words, Duke Wilson's eyes were a little moved. He knew that the church was very conservative in this regard, and sometimes he would rather suffer losses than show the church in front of the public. The problem, Evan can be so understanding, I am afraid that he is also under a lot of pressure.

    "Thank you for your understanding." The Duke's expression was a little awkward, but there was warmth in his eyes.

    Evan is very satisfied with the result. A Mr. Johnson is nothing, and it is the result he wants that can improve his score in front of the Duke.

    The person in charge of the bank came faster than Sheriff Chandler. After all, a big customer like Duke Wilson decided to refuse to pay the check. The bank must know the reason, otherwise the bank's credibility I'm afraid it will be questioned.

    It was Mr. Sturt, Duke Wilson's Head of Bank Finance.

    Mr. Stewart, now in his sixties, looks very kind, and his blue eyes look so soft that he can't tell that he is a tax collector.

    "Your request, Your Excellency, is very surprising. Is there any problem?"

    Mr. Stewart was a little surprised by Evan's tragic situation, but he didn't ask questions.

    Evan was half leaning against the bed, the pain in his body made him a little reluctant.

    Duke Wilson glanced at Evan, and he was actually a little worried, but he didn't want to really exclude Evan from this matter, Duke Wilson hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "I I wrote a cheque to Johnson, but I just learned that Mr. Johnson is not a trustworthy person, so this cheque from Mr. Johnson, I hope the bank will do something."

    Duke Wilson said it very politely, but Mr. Stewart knew very well that the bank had no room for negotiation.

    "How could there be such a thing?" Mr. Stewart was a little surprised, and it was really daring that someone dared to make a fuss under the eyes of Duke Wilson.

    Duke Wilson's face is very ugly, after all, it will make him look very ugly.

    After Mr. Stewart asked this sentence, he knew it was not good. Seeing Duke Wilson's face, he felt a little bitter in his heart. What a stupid question.

    Mr. Stewart's expression suddenly became embarrassed.

    "Can the bank meet my requirements?" After a moment of silence, the duke finally asked.

    Mr. Stewart was a little cautious at this time, he glanced at the Duke's face, and then said: "Of course, you are the most honorable guest of the bank, the bank will certainly satisfy your reasonable request. Your."

    Duke Wilson nodded solemnly, and at this moment, another footman knocked on the door and came in.

    "Your Majesty." The manservant's face was very calm, only the slightly tense corners of his mouth revealed a trace of tension: "Sheriff Chandler is here."

    Servants are servants after all, and they still have a sense of awe for public power like the police.

    The Duke frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "Let him in."

    The servant stepped out, and after a while, Sheriff Chandler was led in.

    Sheriff Chandler was still a little dazed at this time, followed the servant in confusion, and saluted Duke Wilson in confusion, when he finally calmed down, Only then did I find Evan lying on the bed with an ugly face.

    "Pastor Bruce?" Sheriff Chandler didn't have Mr. Stewart's concerns at all, and asked directly, "What happened to you? Are you injured? Who did it?"

    Evan suddenly realized at this time that the police could not rule out this kind of assassination of the Duke.

    Duke Wilson responded in a timely manner, and immediately said: "Mr. Reverend was injured yesterday while hunting." This is an issue about the royal family, and it is better for the police not to intervene.

    Sheriff Chandler frowned deeper and deeper, and immediately said: "How could this be? What happened?"

    Evan smiled a little embarrassedly, he glanced at Duke Wilson, and whispered: "I caused it accidentally, but fortunately, Mrs. Sanders was afraid that I would be injured during the hunt. , so he helped me sew iron pieces in the clothes before and after my chest, which prevented a tragedy."

    Sheriff Chandler breathed a sigh of relief as if he had escaped the catastrophe, Duke Wilson's expression was also slightly moved, he had heard that Evan's shot seemed to be blocked by something before , so it will be much lighter. He had doubts before, but now he understands.

    "That's good, the Lord will take care of believers like you." Although Sheriff Chandler is a parishioner, such words are rare.

    Evan smiled, a little uncomfortable.

    Duke Wilson looked at it, but his heart softened a bit. In his eyes, people like Evan are the kind of people who can't lie at all. This time, for himself, he even said it lie.

    Duke Wilson suddenly reacted, paused slightly, and continued: "Yes."

    He glanced at Evan, Evan sighed, and repeated what he said to Duke Wilson, his speculation and the conversation with Mr. Johnson, and finally the Duke Tell me about your situation again.

     After he finished speaking, Sheriff Chandler fell into deep thought. He obviously did not appreciate people like Mr. Johnson, so his tone was not very good.

    "Mr. Johnson's behavior is indeed suspicious, but do you have concrete evidence?"

     Sheriff Chandler habitually thinks from the point of view of a police officer.

    Duke Wilson may have never thought about this issue before, he frowned slightly and said coldly: "Mr. Johnson's behavior is too suspicious, even if you can't be sure that this is what he did, investigate first There's nothing wrong with it, right? Now that the church's accounting problem is a certainty, there is always one person responsible."

    Sheriff Chandler looked at Duke Wilson's ugly face, and did not dare to refute, the power and strength of a duke in this era are more important than laws and human rights.

    "You are right." Sheriff Chandler nodded without any hesitation. In his heart, the level of social status was almost carved into his bones.

    "Then I'll find someone to go to Mr. Johnson's house now." Sheriff Chandler hardly stopped, after getting the Duke's approval, he turned and left the room.

      Must not let go."

    Mr. Stewart bowed and left.

    When only Evan and the Duke were left in the house, Evan finally said, "Aren't you going to tell the sheriff about this attack?"

    Duke Wilson walked to Evan's bed and looked at him with a soft light: "This time your injury is all my fault, but please understand, this matter It's not a problem that a sheriff can solve, and for the tranquility of this town, it's better to keep silent, and I'll take care of this."

    Evan looked at the Duke's eyes, it was a kind of tenderness that could not be concealed, Evan couldn't help smiling: "You don't need to feel sorry for me, this time everything It's the assassin's fault, what does it have to do with you, since you think you can handle this matter, then I won't add anything to it."

    The Duke looked at Evan's smile and couldn't help but froze for a while, and finally hooked his lips and said warmly, "Thank you for your understanding."

    Evan sat like this for a long time, and his body could not stand it. The Duke helped him to lie down, but within a few minutes, Evan fell into a deep sleep.

    It was basically a state between a coma and a deep sleep. Evan's body was burning, but his mind was very confused. , it was late at night.

    He was awakened by the thirst in his throat, and there was a burning pain in his throat, which made him unbearable.

      middle.

    Evan struggled to hold up half of his body, and in a trance, he seemed to see someone on the chair opposite. He opened his eyes and looked for a long time, only to realize that it seemed to be Duke Wilson Outline.

    Evan's heart jumped, and his tone was a little apprehensive: "Lord Duke?"

    His voice was not high, but in the empty room, it was exceptionally clear.

    The shadow in the darkness moved slightly, moved halfway forward, and Evan finally saw the outline of his facial features.

    "Are you awake?" The Duke's voice was slightly hoarse.

    Evan suddenly felt a little uneasy, and blinked his eyes quickly: "Why are you here? What happened?"

    When the duke heard this, a wry smile spread from the corner of his mouth, he sighed, and said in a low voice: "Your senses are really sensitive, something has indeed happened."

    Evan opened his eyes wide to see the Duke's face, but in the dim light, he failed.

    "In the end, what happened?" Evan struggled to get up.

    Seeing such a dangerous move, the Duke took the initiative to step forward, supported the trembling Evan, sighed, and said in a low voice: "Don't be excited, the person who happened to have an accident. It's Mr Johnson."

    Evan raised his head to look at the Duke.

    "He died."

    Duke Wilson looked down at Evan with a heavy and sigh in his eyes.