Evan got off the train, and the conductor helped him remove the luggage from the train. Evan nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally took out five shillings from his pocket and handed it to the conductor.
"Thank you." Evan said gently.
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.
There was a hint of annoyance in Evan's expression, 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 up to the middle-aged woman and said warmly, "Are you Mrs. Sanders?"
The middle-aged woman had a rigid expression, and the nasolabial lines on her face made her look more serious and inhumane. She was wearing a long brown dress and her hair was meticulously tucked behind her head. She looked up and down at Evan, and said in a stiff tone. :"Yes."
Evan smiled mildly: "Hello, I'm the new pastor, Evan Bruce."
Mrs. Sanders nodded quickly, her expression still did not improve, she said coldly: "I'm Mrs. Sanders, the parish secretary of Delan Lier, Pastor Bruce, welcome to Delan Lier, there is another one outside. A dean is waiting at the station gate, please."
Evan nodded with a smile, and said thank you, they were about to go outside, but heard Mrs. Sanders say: "Pastor Bruce, please allow my offense, according to your annual salary of four hundred pounds a year, Next time you tip, keep it under a shilling, or you'll be bankrupt within a year."
Looking at Mrs. Sanders' stern face, Evan smiled a little embarrassedly. He returned to England at the end of the nineteenth century overnight half a year ago. This impacted him no less than life and death, not to mention these folk customs. , He is even more ignorant, 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 speaking, he turned and walked outside the station. Evan didn't dare to delay, and quickly followed.
The deacon who came to pick up Evan was named 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 up his conversation completely. Evan turned slightly to show that he was listening, but in fact his mind had already flown to ten. Thousands of miles away.
He had a good life as a playboy, but he came to this place overnight and became the pastor's assistant 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 sighing. If it wasn't for this transfer, I'm afraid he wouldn't have come to this place, Derain Lier, a place that didn't exist before, but a book The home he came to is not only the England of the nineteenth century, but also a world in a book.
The topic of George has already touched on the development of Delan Lier from the construction of the train. You must know that Delan Lier is not a nameless place. Although it is just a town, this town is the fief of the famous Duke Wilson.
Charles Christ, Duke of Wilson, whose ancestral reputation can be traced back to the Middle Ages, is the oldest family in England. His father had fought on the battlefield and was awarded the rank of general, and his mother was the cousin of the current King of England, Marg. Princess Rita.
His prominent background and background made him live like a king in the small place of Delanlier, and people worshiped 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. It 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 is there except 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 a word again.
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 lightly.
**
Derain Real was not far from the railway station, and they were there in twenty minutes by carriage.
The carriage traversed the entire Derainlier, and Evan looked at this unknown town through the car window. The English-style buildings stood on both sides of the street with a subtle and elegant attitude, and the vitality of the city was also The bakery, the post office, and the barber shop all came with 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, so people are inevitably curious."
Evan glanced at Mrs. Sanders without explaining her misunderstanding, because he suddenly found that these people were staring at him.
Evan was a little embarrassed for a while, but still said warmly: "Understandable."
When they had crossed the street of Derainlier, and had gone three miles south, they finally reached the church of Delanlier.
The church is built on a gentle slope, and under the sunlight, the snow-white walls emit a faint shimmer.
Evan got off the carriage and circled around the church with great interest. The jungle around the church was hidden, the low bushes were verdant, and the bright hydrangea grew against the wall of the church. The surrounding view was wide and sunny. , and the inside of the church is full of light and beautifully built, dignified and bright, which is completely different from the small church he served before.
Evan nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile, "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 but bend the corners of his mouth, but didn't say much, just smiled.
After they visited the church, George sent him back to the parsonage that the church had given him. It was a single-family house with a small garden where geraniums were growing vigorously.
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 fine."
Then George 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, he is only the youngest son and cannot get a penny from his father. Pin, enough for him to drink a pot.
And George thought that Evan was a rich boy with no fingers, and it should be difficult to serve, but he didn't expect him to accept this slightly crude environment so easily, and he was relieved, and hurriedly said: "You It’s good to be satisfied, by the way, Pastor Bruce, tomorrow is Monday, although there is no need to worship, but because it is your first day here, I still want to invite you to preach.”
After Evan came through, half a year after he became the pastor's assistant, he had already done countless sermons for the alcoholic pastor, 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 that Mrs. Lawrence will hold a welcome banquet for you. Come."
"Mrs. Lawrence?" Evan raised his eyebrows slightly. If he remembered correctly, this Mrs. Lawrence took up a lot of space in the original book.
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence is a member of the town council, and Mrs. Lawrence is very appealing locally. Their only son, John, is even working for the Duke." George said with a smile.
Evan hooked his lips slightly, and a dark 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.
"Thank you 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 normal people. The people who died under his hands are not only Evan in the original book. Small characters who try to provoke sometimes also implicate innocent passersby, and there are only two kinds of people who can survive under the big killer of Duke Wilson. One is an NPC who doesn't even show his face, and the other is a people 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, he has more resources and status, when he is unavoidable. When he came to this place, he decided that he must take this noble duke with serious personality defects into his bag.
Evan stood at the door with a slight hook on his mouth and watched George walk away. His slender body became more and more upright under the sunlight, his curly blond hair was neatly combed behind his ears, and his handsome face was carried under the background of the priest's uniform. The breath of abstinence, but there was a faint sneer in his blue eyes, like an angel infested by demons, both holy and terrifying.