Evan stayed in Cornwall Manor that night, and Dr. Hester stayed with him. Little Edward suddenly developed a high fever in the middle of the night, and everyone started talking nonsense. Evan didn't sleep almost all night, and so did the Duke. He was in disarray in front of Edward's bed, exuding a gloomy aura.

When the day dawned, Edward's fever finally subsided, and there was a small episode, because according to the medical conditions of this era, bloodletting was generally adopted for cases of fever, but Edward was only six years old this year. , Dr. Hester naturally did not dare to do such a thing, and his condition fell into anxiety for a while.

Seeing that Duke Wilson's face was comparable to the bottom of the pot, fortunately, although Evan was also a dude before, he still had this common sense. He immediately ordered his servant to bring cold water and apply cold compresses to Edward to cool down. There was some hesitation at times, but he couldn't come up with a better treatment, so he could only let Evan do these things.

On the other hand, Duke Wilson was very open-minded. He had almost no doubts about Evan, so he ordered the housekeeper to bring cold water. In fact, it is very likely that he was also desperate. You must know that the fever at this time is very serious. Turned into pneumonia, and then died.

Seeing that Edward's face gradually turned bloody, Duke Wilson's face was no longer so ugly. He glanced at Dr. Hester with some reproach, and Dr. Hester lowered his head in shame.

"Pastor Bruce, thank you very much today." Duke Wilson turned to look at Evan, and his eyes were really grateful.

Evan smiled modestly: "It is God's blessing that Lord Edward can turn the corner."

Duke Wilson's expression froze, he nodded reluctantly, drew a cross on his chest at will, and said dryly in praise of God.

Evan looked slightly picky. It seems that this legendary devout believer is not so devout.

On the other hand, Hester pulled Evan with a look of interest and asked him where he learned this treatment method. How could Evan tell the truth? He had to perfunctorily say that he heard from a doctor by chance, but let him tell the truth. Dr. Hester sighed, wishing he could immediately consult with the non-existent doctor.

Evan got rid of Dr. Hester's entanglement in embarrassment and walked to Edward's bed. He was awake at this time, but his face was still a little bad. He was lying on the bed with half-closed eyes, his face There was no expression on his face, completely inconsistent with his lovely appearance.

Evan knew that the character of this Lord Edward was definitely not good. Even the heroine in the original book had to waste a lot of effort in order to get close to him, so he tried his best to be gentle and gentle, and whispered. Said: "How does Lord Edward feel now?"

Edward glanced at Evan lazily, with no expression on his face: "Uncomfortable." There was a hint of fatigue in his soft voice.

Evan reached out and touched his forehead, and smiled softly: "The fever has subsided, and it will get better soon."

Duke Wilson frowned at Edward and said solemnly, "Is there any way to ease his pain?"

Evan's outstretched hand paused slightly, and then smiled again: "Lord Lord sweated a lot this night, as long as you add some water appropriately, it will slowly get better."

Being sick is so precious, and if he knew how to ease the pain of the sick, he wouldn't need to be a priest.

Duke Wilson nodded solemnly, turned his head and instructed Steward Chris again, and then he looked a little stiffly at Edward, who had woken up, and said coldly, "It is thanks to Pastor Bruce that you were saved this time. Stop doing these dangerous things."

Evan is a little surprised. The current Duke Wilson is completely different from the worried father before. Is this the way they get along with their father and son?

Edward seemed to have gotten used to this way of getting along, he just nodded slightly and said thank you to Evan again.

Evan smiled and nodded, but didn't say much. It seems that he can't intervene easily now. He still has to observe and observe carefully. He remembers very clearly that the reason why the Duke was blackened back then was also because of Edward's death. He was born with a golden spoon, but his body was very weak. Later, because of the unrest in Yorkshire, Cornwall Manor also went wrong. Not only did Lord Edward die, but even the heroine was injured.

Duke Wilson was furious because of this, and almost turned Deran Lier over. A slaughter occurred, and the Duke was completely blackened.

Now that Lord Edward is out of danger, Evan has no reason to stay in Cornwall Manor, and he did not wait for others to chase him, and first proposed to leave.

"I haven't done the morning announcement today, I have to go back to church first." Evan said to the duke.

Duke Wilson nodded slightly, and his tone towards Evan was obviously different from before: "Trouble Pastor Bruce." After that, he instructed the housekeeper Chris to take him away in person.

Butler Chris bowed to take orders.

Evan left Cornwall Manor with the butler, and Chris was very dedicated and sent him outside the iron gate, which was a treatment he didn't have when he came before.

Evan was very satisfied with this visit. He successfully established a preliminary contact with Duke Wilson. How it will develop in the future depends on him.

By the time Evan returned to church, the morning prayers had been done, and Mrs. Sanders was sitting in the living room, reading her books, wearing a pair of reading glasses.

Seeing Evan coming back, there was no good expression on his face: "Pastor Bruce, why are you coming back now, you are too irresponsible."

Evan smiled bitterly: "Lord Edward had a fever last night, the Duke asked me to pray for the Lord in bed."

Hearing this, Mrs. Sanders was taken aback and hurriedly stood up: "Have a fever? How is your lord now?"

Looking at Mrs. Sanders' eager expression, Evan once again confirmed his inference. He has never seen such a gaffe as Mrs. Sanders. Her concern for children is the proof of her motherhood.

"My lord is all right. The fever subsided in the morning and is much better now."

Hearing Evan's words, Mrs. Sanders was obviously relieved: "It's good to have the fever, God bless."

Because of this incident, Mrs. Sanders' attitude towards Evan was obviously much better. She took the ledger on the table and pointed to Evan and said, "Pastor Bruce, there is something wrong with this account, the discrepancy is obvious. Something outrageous, a pound an ounce of beef, oh my God, I've never heard anything so outrageous."

Evan frowned and took the ledger. He still didn't expect that there would be a real problem with the ledger. This was something that was never mentioned in the original book.

Evan checked the accounts on this page one by one. The problem is not this one. Evan initially estimated that there are at least five or six hundred pounds in and out. I don't know which crappy accountant made the ledger. It's simply unobstructed.

"Where is the dean in charge of the ledger?" Evan said solemnly.

Mrs. Sanders took off the eyes on the bridge of her nose, rubbed the bridge of her nose tiredly, and whispered, "I just asked him to ask, before Pastor Ross left office, the ledger was kept in the hands of Pastor Ross. Yes, he took over for only a few days, and he didn't know the problem here."

Evan closed the ledger and had a general answer in his mind.

"Call the police, this matter is beyond our scope." He must not carry this blame.

Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan in surprise and raised her voice: "Call the police?" Then she immediately realized what was wrong with her and lowered her voice: "How can the police know about this kind of thing, it will affect the church's figurative."

Evan pondered Mrs. Sanders' psychology, and then said: "But if there is such a big discrepancy, if we don't call the police, how can we fill the loophole? Even if it is to maintain the reputation of the church, it should be reported to the church. Yes, let the bishop make the decision."

Mrs. Sanders paused and said, "I know what you think, you must think that this is what Pastor Ross did, but I can tell you that Pastor Ross is the most honest and noblest person I have ever met. Pastor, he can't do these things, he must be deceived, he is a good man, you know, he is not as knowledgeable about money as I am a woman, we can't easily destroy his personal reputation, Why don't you think so, from today onwards, we will try our best to investigate people and things related to this matter privately, and if we find nothing after a month, we will immediately report it to the church and let the church make a decision."

Evan was a little apprehensive, but he couldn't refuse Mrs. Sanders' request directly.

After communicating with Mrs. Sanders about the church accounts, Evan was deeply worried. This incident was completely beyond his expectations. He was afraid that some kind of accident would occur, which would lead to a change in the information he had in control of the world.

But this worry didn't last long, because he was already shocked by an even more shocking news at this time.

Evan had just finished his prayers that morning when Sheriff Chandler suddenly came to the church, and the relationship between him and Evan had grown closer since that time when he was sent home by Evan after being drunk.

"Pastor Bruce, His Excellency the Duke will also be present at this fireworks festival. Please pay more attention when the time comes." The inappropriately dressed sheriff said carelessly.

"Fireworks show?" Evan looked at Sheriff Chandler with some doubts, he had never heard of this.

"Oh, don't you know?" Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan in surprise: "I thought I had already told you." Sheriff Chandler smiled embarrassedly, and then said Explain to Evan the specific situation of this conference.

This is an old tradition in Derain Real. On the day of the beginning of spring, a fireworks festival is held to celebrate the arrival of spring and hope for a bumper harvest in the coming year.

Evan, as the pastor of Derain Riel, plays a very important role in this process, because this conference will need him to preside from beginning to end.

Evan listened to Sheriff Chandler's description, and the whole person collapsed. He had never had any experience in this area, nor had he done any preparations before, and what was even more frustrating was that he was away from the fireworks show. Only three days left to start.