"I sincerely look forward to your arrival." The Duke nodded slightly, his face was very plain, but looking at his tightly clasped hands, Evan knew that the Duke was not as plain as he appeared.

Evan finally sent the duke out of the church. The duke's carriage had been waiting at the door for a long time. Evan watched the duke leave before walking back.

There was a sudden urge in his heart. The duke was not as determined as he seemed, and he must have a chance.

The autumn hunting started a week later. Before that, Evan made a lot of preparations. In his last life, he could ride horses, but he did not try to use firearms, so during this period of time, he Get familiar with the firearms of this era.

In the process, the things that had troubled Evan before were brought up again by Mrs. Sanders. The issue of church accounts, the loss of a large amount of property, can no longer be covered up, and this matter must be resolved.

"Mr. Pastor, now that the Delan Lier matter has passed, we must report this matter to the church immediately. The two of us do not have the strength to deal with this matter." Mrs. Sanders was very worried.

Evan also agreed with Mrs. Sanders' opinion: "You are very right, I will write to the bishop as soon as possible, and will also report my speculation to the bishop, I believe the diocese will soon have an opinion on how to deal with it. of."

Mrs. Sanders nodded: "You're right."

Since the two decided to do this, they sealed up all the ledgers of the diocese first, so that the people from the diocese could investigate the matter well when they came, and at the same time, it would also prevent the insiders from going on in the church.

After Evan's letter to the bishop was sent, the Duke's autumn hunt also began. Evan took the package that Mrs. Sanders packed for him, took the carriage sent by the Duke to pick him up, and went to Cornwall Manor .

When Evan arrived at Cornwall Manor, the manor was no longer as quiet as before. The horses neighed in the manor, and a dozen carriages gathered at the entrance of the manor, while Butler Chris organized servants to drive the carriage into Cornwall in an orderly manner. Inside the carport at Wall Manor.

Seeing Evan coming, Butler Chris also put down his work and hurried up to meet him.

"Pastor Bruce, you're here." Particles are the key to remain restrained and polite.

Evan nodded slightly: "Mr. Butler."

"The Duke is entertaining guests in the living room. Your presence must be very happy," Butler Chris said unexpectedly.

Evan raised his eyebrows slightly. Butler Chris's words were really meaningful.

"I'm also honored to be invited by the Duke." Evan said warmly as if he didn't understand anything.

Butler Chris's expression flashed, but in the end he didn't say anything, made a gesture of respect, and let Evan enter the castle.

When Evan entered the castle, there were a lot of people in the living room, gentlemen and ladies, and Evan knew that most of them were nobles, and only a few were gentlemen from Delane, Evan. At a glance, saw Mr. Johnson, who is also the lawyer of the Duke, and one of the people who was fortunate enough to be invited by the Duke this time.

"Pastor Bruce." Johnson also saw Evan, walked over with a smile, and brought a glass of sherry to Evan.

Evan took the wine with some dumbfounding. This strong consensus is really terrible. In fact, he doesn't like Sherry very much.

"Where's the Duke?" After he came in, he didn't see Duke Wilson.

Speaking of this, Mr. Johnson's face became a little uncomfortable.

"It seems that something is wrong with your lord."

Looking at Johnson's expression, Evan frowned slightly. Is there something wrong with Edward?

"This is really surprising." Evan looked at the stairs hesitantly, whether he wanted to go up and take a look.

Mr. Johnson took a sip of champagne and said nothing.

While Evan was hesitating, Duke Wilson suddenly appeared on the stairs, and the surrounding noise was quiet in an instant.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Duke Wilson's tone was very cold: "Welcome to Cornwall Manor."

There was no ups and downs at all in this sentence, but the applause around was extremely warm.

Evan stood in the crowd and looked at Duke Wilson standing on the stair landing, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes. This man is really hard to extricate himself from wanting to conquer.

Wilson also saw Evan in the crowd, his expression softened immediately, and even slightly raised the corner of his mouth towards Evan.

Evan bowed humbly, but his heart became more and more determined.

After the Duke finished his welcome speech, he walked down the stairs. He was very skillful in blending in with the surrounding nobles. His social skills seemed to be completely inconsistent with his cold image, even if he had a stranger on him. He has a close temperament, but he has not let go of any communication with the people around him.

Evan squinted his eyes and watched him chatting with those people, feeling a little gloomy for some reason, he put down the wine glass in his hand, turned around and wanted to go out.

At this moment, the duke finally ended the conversation with the nobles, walked through the crowd, saw that Evan wanted to leave, and hurriedly grabbed Evan's wrist.

"Where are you going?" He looked at Evan anxiously.

Evan glanced at the duke in surprise: "It's a little stuffy in the room, I want to go out to breathe, does the duke have any orders?"

Hearing him say this, the Duke let go of Evan's hand in annoyance: "I'm sorry." His face was a little embarrassed: "Why don't I go out with you, the air here is really suffocating."

Evan nodded sullenly.

The two of them left the living room from the French window on the terrace. The sun outside was very bright, and the verdant grass was very vibrant under the sunlight.

"How did you arrange your hunt this time?" Evan felt a little embarrassed and could only find something to say.

Duke Wilson's originally stiff face finally eased: "The hunting lasts a week. In the morning, I go hunting in the mountains behind the manor. In the afternoon, the gentlemen should play cricket together."

Evan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he could play cricket, otherwise he would be embarrassed.

"That's it." Evan smiled slightly: "I just heard from Mr. Johnson that there was a problem with Lord Lord. I don't know how it is now?"

When Duke Wilson heard him talk about this, his face sank involuntarily: "It makes you worry, Edward, this child is a little nonsense."

"Naughty?" Evan looked at the duke in surprise: "Lord Lord has always been a very obedient child, how can you make a fool of yourself?"

Duke Wilson looked at Evan with a subtle expression. After a long time, he said, "Edward attaches great importance to the relationship between you and Arya."

Evan looked at Duke Wilson almost in surprise: "Lord, he..."

Duke Wilson was a little annoyed: "I don't know who taught him such a thing, I'm really sorry, Mr. Reverend."

Evan basically understood what the duke meant, and couldn't help but laugh a little: "Lord Duke, you don't have to do this, Lord Edward is still a child and always likes to use children's ideas to imagine a perfect world, I understand this kind of thinking, you don't have it. Gotta be so angry."

Duke Wilson breathed a sigh of relief: "You are indeed a generous person."

Evan smiled and said nothing.

After the reception on the first day, the gentlemen and ladies present all lived in Cornwall Manor, and Evan was no exception, but he was a little more special than others. The room he lived in was located next to the Duke's room. For a small-town pastor, it was a great honor, and even Mr. Johnson looked at Evan in astonishment.

Evan didn't mean to be excited at all, he almost accepted this arrangement indifferently, and his expression did not change even if he spied on other nobles.

Evan was personally introduced into his room by the housekeeper Chris. Evan looked around. The white and soft carpet and the light-colored bed linen were almost the same as his bedroom in the parsonage.

Evan couldn't help but feel cold behind his back. Could it be that the Duke was watching him? Has he blackened to this point? Evan stood on the spot, but he was a little trembling. His plan this time must be successful, otherwise things will be very troublesome in the future.

Evan packed up the things he brought with a heavy heart, and was about to go downstairs to finish his meal, when suddenly his door was knocked.

Evan thought it was Duke Wilson calling him to finish his meal, but when he opened the door, he realized he was wrong.

Standing at the door is a very handsome young man. In fact, it is not appropriate to say that he is handsome. It may be more appropriate to say that he is beautiful. This young man is obviously a man, but his appearance makes a woman. ashamed.

Delicate facial features, fair skin, the whole person looks a little feminine, and the light-colored blonde hair is very dazzling.

He looked at Evan coldly, with a very impatient tone: "Pastor Bruce, Mr. Johnson wants to see you."

Evan suddenly came back to his senses, and he suddenly remembered that this person was Johnson's secretary, Rayle White, a very famous and beautiful man in Delan Lier.

"Mr. Johnson?" Evan didn't like the young man's attitude, so his face was not very friendly: "What does he want to see me for?"

Rael may have never seen someone so indifferent to him, he bit his lip slightly, and a bit of grievance appeared in his beautiful eyes: "He said he wanted to talk to you about the church land."

Church land? If Evan remembers correctly, this is probably the biggest source of income for the church. What does Mr. Johnson mean by telling him this at this time?

"Okay, I see. After dinner, I will go to him." Evan's face was still cold.

Rael frowned and looked at Evan for a moment, and finally left with some dissatisfaction.

Looking at Rael's back, Evan couldn't help sneering. What he hated most was the kind of person who thought the whole world should like him. In his philosophy of life, if a person wants to get something, he must To work hard, to keep planning, and to approach step by step with all his might, this is his life goal, and he must hold it tightly in his hand.