Evan and Mrs. Sanders went to visit the Duke's House early the next morning.

He didn't want to wait until the Duke almost forgot about that promise to come and make fun of himself. He just wanted to deepen Duke Wilson's impression of himself while the matter was not forgotten by the Duke.

Cornwall Manor is the entire Delan Lier, no, it should be said to be the largest manor in the entire Yorkshire. The land around him is endless, his tenants are thousands, and his main castle is as luxurious as the king's castle. , Cornwall Manor is a legend in Delanille, the pride and spiritual pillar of every Delanille resident.

Evan was walking on the grass of the Cornwall Manor, surrounded by fragrant aromas, the roses in the garden were as bright as the sun, and the elegant and classical castle exuded an elegant atmosphere under the sunlight.

Evan squinted at the scene in front of him. Before he came here, he also had money and status, but he has never been like this Duke. This kind of power was completely unimaginable before, Evan. Suddenly there was a bit of eagerness in his eyes. If it was just a vague concept before, then at this moment he finally firmed up his thoughts. This duke and the power he has are coveted, he must not let these things that fall into the hands of others.

Evan and Mrs Saunders were welcomed into the drawing room by the butler of the Cornwall estate, and the duke was now receiving his lawyers, who would come down to see them in an hour.

Evan's mood was a little gloomy, but Mrs. Sanders sat quietly on the sofa as usual, tasting the black tea brought by the butler.

Evan sat for a while, feeling a little bored. It seemed to him that anyone who spent more than five minutes with Mrs. Sanders would be bored.

Evan stood up, and the housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward to ask him if he needed anything. Evan shook his head: "I want to go outside for a walk."

The butler looked at Mrs. Saunders with some embarrassment. Mrs. Saunders was still looking down at the teacup in her hand, unaware of the butler's sight.

Evan looked at the housekeeper with a soft but undeniable smile, and the housekeeper could only bow his head in the end.

Evan left the room and finally felt relieved. The almost frozen scene just now made him a little short of breath. Evan walked along the lawn in front of the castle towards the lake. He walked to the lake and sat down. Surrounded by the breath of water vapor, Evan has liked water since his last life. Swimming is as simple as breathing for him, but when he came to this place and became a priest, this hobby is afraid to say goodbye to him. Fishing is possible, but swimming is fine.

But at this moment, suddenly there was a sound of falling water from the other end of the lake, and Evan jumped up smartly. He looked in the direction of the sound, but saw a pair of hands struggling on the water.

Evan ran over quickly, only to find that the heroine Alia was standing there at a loss. Evan suddenly realized who the person who fell into the lake was, the only son of Duke Wilson, Lord Edward.

In the novel, the lord fell into the water and was rescued by the heroine. After that, the duke became interested in the heroine until the last love was deeply rooted.

This thought was just a flash in Evan's mind, but in reality, he hardly paused. In front of Arya, who was still immersed in shock, he plunged into the lake.

The place where little Edward drowned was not far from the shore, and Evan only swam twice to reach him. In the lake, Owen was like a duck to water. He picked up little Edward with one hand, perhaps because of fear, although Evan had already picked it up. Little Edward, but he was still struggling, almost breaking away from Evan's embrace, but Evan was not soft at this time, and he hit the back of Edward's neck with one hand, knocking him out, and then paddling towards the water towards He swam to the shore, with a look of all-out effort on his face.

Fortunately, Alia was not foolish to the end. In a short while, she had already run in and called someone out. The housekeeper Chris ran fast in front, followed by a few servants, and the duke also turned towards the lake in shock. As he ran over, Evan hooked the corners of his mouth invisibly, and pretended to be too weak to hug Little Edward, while he sank into the lake.

Evan relaxed his body, and the warm lake water around made him feel very comfortable, but after a while, someone jumped down, his shoulders were tightly grabbed, and dragged towards the water, Evan struggled slightly, Then someone grabbed the back of the neck and raised it directly to the surface.

Fresh air poured into his nose in an instant, and he was dragged ashore. Someone rudely squeezed his chest, trying to squeeze the water out of his nose and mouth, but Evan didn't drown at all, so he didn't drown at all. Can't squeeze out water.

Fortunately, Dr. Hester, Arya's father, was a sensible man and hurriedly said, "Pastor Bruce may be exhausted. Quickly help him up and pat him on the back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a servant helped Evan up and slapped him on the back vigorously. Evan coughed a few times and finally opened his eyes.

He saw little Edward lying in the arms of Duke Wilson, and at this time Wilson, completely lost his previous arrogance and indifference. ?"

Dr. Hester wiped the water from Lord Edward's face. This was a very beautiful child, with black curly hair, delicate facial features, and white and red lips, like a doll. At this time, his curly hair was wet with water. Against his pale little face, he looked a little pitiful.

"The water in the Lord's chest has been squeezed out just now, and it should be all right now." Dr. Hester's face was a little unsightly. Edward drowned when he was with Arya, and she blamed her.

Duke Wilson's expression softened when he heard this. He stood up with Edward in his arms, first nodded at Evan, who was being helped by Mrs. Sanders, and said, "Bruce Pastor, I don't know how to express my gratitude for your heroic rescue today. You will be a friend of my Charles Kirst in the future, and you will be the most honored guest at Cornwall Manor at any time. "

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Arya, who was worried, and his expression turned cold: "Doctor Hester, please do not bring Miss Arya as much as possible when you come to Cornwall Manor in the future. I don't want to see her again in the future."

The Duke's remarks were already harsh, and Dr. Hester couldn't help but shivered, but Alia was full of shame and didn't make any surprising words.

Duke Wilson walked away with little Edward in his arms, Evan stood crookedly, looking at his slender back, a smile flashed in his eyes, it turned out that his name was Charles.

This tone gently crossed Evan's lips, with a hint of ambiguous breath.

Mrs. Sanders didn't hear Evan's whisper, she just looked at Evan with some blame, and said sharply: "How can you be so reckless, shouldn't you go to someone for help at this time? How can you risk yourself? ?"

Evan lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "In such an emergency, how can I think so much, Lord Edward is just a child, if it's delayed for a long time, I'm afraid it's not good."

After Mrs. Sanders heard this, the expression on her face was a little softer, but the words in her mouth were still cold: "If Pastor Bruce hadn't come out of his own way to relax, this kind of thing would never have happened, and you should do less in the future. Such a superfluous thing."

Evan smiled helplessly, he brushed the wet blond hair in front of his forehead, and said warmly: "You are right, I won't do this again, but I'm soaked all over, let me change into a clean first. clothes."

As soon as Evan's voice fell, Butler Chris walked to Evan's side with a few servants and said respectfully, "Mr. Pastor, Lord Duke, please go inside and change into dry clothes."

Mrs. Sanders looked at Steward Chris with some vigilance, but the standard British butler didn't care about Mrs. Sanders's thoughts. He asked two servants to support Evan, and then walked towards the castle. go.

Mrs. Sanders gave Butler Chris an annoyed look, but she followed.

Butler Chris helped Evan to the guest room on the second floor, and then brought a new dress. Evan took a general look at the material and size of the clothes. He was sure that this was probably the Duke's clothes, but look at this It should be completely new and never worn clothes. Evan shook his head in disappointment and quickly changed his clothes.

After Evan changed his clothes, he walked downstairs, and when he came to the living room, he found Duke Wilson sitting in the living room with a glass of brandy by his hand.

Evan's footsteps paused, and finally he stepped forward: "Lord Duke." Evan nodded slightly.

Duke Wilson raised his head to look at him when he heard the voice, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes: "Pastor Bruce." He seemed to finally see Evan's face clearly and muttered.

Evan couldn't help but squinted his eyes, his eyes wandered down Duke Wilson's handsome profile face, perhaps because of the rush of alcohol, there was a faint blush on his cheeks, and the whole person showed a slight drunkenness. The state was completely different from his usual abstinence appearance. Evan felt like grass growing in his heart, and suddenly there was a commotion.

"Mrs. Sanders has left, Pastor Bruce, you can stay today, Edward is not feeling well right now, I want you to pray for him." Duke Wilson quickly regained his sanity and returned to his usual routine. rigorous.

Evan raised his eyebrows slightly, which was not a very solemn expression, but there was an unusually harmonious beauty on his face.

"As long as I can help Lord Edward, it is my duty." Since there is such a good thing delivered to the door, Evan will naturally not refuse.

Duke Wilson nodded with a hint of indifference in his expression. In his class, others only wanted to please him, so Pastor Bruce's reaction did not exceed his expectations.

But his performance was very dazzling in Evan's view. He had never been so clearly aware of the power of the middle class in this era.