Evan finally went downstairs, he didn't want his happy mood to be ruined by an unimportant person.
When he went downstairs, several gentlemen and ladies had already dined downstairs. Because of the large number of guests, the form of dinner was also buffet style. Dine on.
Evan didn't see Duke Wilson. He thought about the sound from Duke Wilson's room before he went downstairs, and guessed that he should be dealing with the manor now.
Evan took salmon and butter bread. When he returned to the table, he found that things were a bit subtle. Next to where he was supposed to sit, there was a lady who was flirting with another man, with alluring eyes and ambiguous expressions. The fan language caused Evan to be in a dilemma for a while.
At this time, a gentleman on the opposite side solved Evan's dilemma.
"Pastor, come and sit here, there are seats available."
Evan looked over and spoke to an elegant middle-aged gentleman. He looked ordinary, but his aura was extraordinary. Evan remembered the names of the people around him at the welcome ball, and nodded gently: "Thank you. , Lord Count."
The Earl Martin smiled and nodded, looking at Evan with a special meaning.
Evan didn't notice the difference, he strode to the earl's side and sat down, because there was something in his heart, so his appetite was not very good, he only ate half of what was on the plate, he stood up stand up.
Seeing this, Count Martin grabbed his arm and said hurriedly, "Mr. Reverend, why didn't you finish your meal?"
Evan's movements were slightly stagnant, and he gave Count Martin a strange look. His expression that had not been able to hide was just caught by Evan, and Evan's heart suddenly felt a little disgusting. Throwing off his hand, he happened to see the Duke who was going down the stairs, and he immediately changed his plan.
"Mr. Count." His smile was polite and gentle: "I have a bad appetite, please forgive me for being rude."
Although Evan said so, the earl still held his wrist, his eyes were full of ambition: "Oh, my dear Mr. Pastor." He rubbed Evan's wrist ambiguously, and Evan was disgusted. He couldn't wait to buckle the plate directly on top of his half-bald head.
"You're so thin, you still need to eat more, or do you..."
"No need!" Before the earl could finish his words, suddenly the indifferent voice of the duke came from the other side of the stairs.
He strode to Count Martin's side, ignoring the surprised expressions of the people around him, he pulled Count Martin's hand away from Evan's hand, pulled Evan's arm, and quickly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Count Martin stared at this scene in a stunned manner, but he felt a little uneasy in his heart. Could it be that this handsome priest is the prince's ban, didn't he make a huge mistake today.
Evan was dragged out of the living room by the duke, walked through the gate, walked directly towards the courtyard, and walked all the way to the lake, and the duke let go of his arm.
Duke Wilson looked a little angry. He looked at Evan, his eyes were a little red with anger, and his eyes were full of sternness: "How can you associate with that kind of person! How dare he touch your hand!"
Evan looked at Duke Wilson inexplicably: "Lord Duke, what's the matter with you? Is there something wrong with Mr. Earl?"
Evan's completely confused appearance made Duke Wilson's anger a little unable to vent. He gritted his teeth, looked at his handsome and holy face, and suddenly had some evil thoughts in his heart, if this person is his own forever Well, I can only see myself, I can only talk to myself, I can only laugh at myself, there will never be people like Arya and Count Martin, only the two of them.
This sudden thought swept the Duke's sanity like a whirlwind. He could hardly help but want to step forward and grab Evan's hand. He was completely frightened by his own madness.
Duke Wilson turned away panting, he couldn't stay in this place, or he didn't know what he was going to do.
"Martin... Earl Martin has special hobbies. You are a decent person. Don't be fooled by him." Duke Wilson said in a somewhat unstable tone.
Evan was a little stunned for a while. He was frightened by the look in the eyes of the Duke just looking at him. What a terrible look it was, like a cheetah looking at his prey, with a unique possessiveness. Desire and madness made him almost want to run away.
But the Duke misunderstood Evan's silence. He thought that Evan was frightened by such unethical things. For some reason, he was a little afraid to face the believers of this righteous Lord.
But Mingming... Obviously the person he likes is a woman.
"Okay, that's it, please pay attention next time." The Duke threw this sentence down with a guilty conscience, and then ran away.
Looking at the back of the Duke hurriedly leaving, Evan was speechless. Speaking of which, what happened? He just wanted to test the duke, but he didn't expect that the development of the matter was out of his own control. Does the duke's appearance mean that he already has a lot of feelings for himself? It's just that the duke looks like this , I'm afraid he didn't find it himself.
There was a meaningful smile in Evan's eyes. It was very good. Although it was faster than he expected, it was better than nothing. It seems that his plan is about to be adjusted. Evan's heart suddenly felt idea.
In the end, Evan returned to the castle by himself. When he went upstairs, the men and women who were talking in the hall looked at him with vague eyes. His gaze was only more than this, and he walked upstairs with his head held high, without any hesitation in his expression, like a genuine gentleman with a magnanimous heart, without any concealment.
For a moment, the eyes around him were hesitant.
Evan sneered in his heart. In this era, the relationship between him and the Duke must not be seen, otherwise he will be the only one who will die.
Evan went upstairs, but instead of going back to his room, he went to Mr. Johnson's room. He knocked on the door politely, but no one answered after a long time.
"Please, please come in." Mr. Johnson's voice was short.
Evan frowned, pushed the door and walked in. When he entered, Mr. Johnson was sitting awkwardly at the table, while the beautiful young man Rael was sitting on the sofa impatiently, watching. He came in without any expression.
Evan just pretended not to see him, smiled and nodded at Mr. Johnson: "I heard you want to see me, I don't know why?"
Mr. Johnson glanced at Rael in a panic, and smiled awkwardly: "Yes... it's about the church land."
Rael probably received a hint from Mr. Johnson and stood up slowly: "Since you are going to talk about things, then I will leave first."
After speaking, ignoring the reaction of the two of them, he turned and left the room.
Seeing Evan frowning, Mr. Johnson smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry, I made you laugh, Rael has just been trained as a secretary, and he's not perfect."
Evan thought to himself that this is not perfect. It simply means that he has no professional quality. If such a person can become a secretary, then all the bosses in this world will be mad.
"You don't have to be sorry, let's talk about business first." Evan's tone was very cold.
With a secretary who doesn't respect people, Mr. Johnson's life is not easy.
Mr. Johnson was relieved to see that Evan had not pursued it, and began to talk about the issue of the church land.
At first, what he said was normal. He briefly talked about the prospects and profits of the church's land, but as he went on, Evan felt that something was wrong.
He began to throw out a large number of terms, as if to completely stun Evan, and kept inciting Evan to sell part of the land of the church, what Duke will build a textile factory in the suburbs, this will Contaminate the land, so that the land cannot be harvested, or because of some legal issue, the church will lose its ownership of the land in a few years, and it will be worthless, etc. excuses.
Evan was indeed a little dizzy at first, but as he went to the back, Evan's thinking became clearer.
It was true that the duke wanted to build a textile factory, the duke had mentioned it to him, but if he remembered correctly, the duke built the factory north of Derain and the land of the church was in Derain South of Lille, even a fool knows how far apart these two places are.
As for the ownership of the land, even if it was as Mr. Johnson said, the church would lose its ownership after many years, but at that time, I was afraid that Evan's bones would be turned into ashes. It was too early to worry about this issue.
In fact, Mr. Johnson also mentioned these things, but it was only a passing glance, and more of it was his opinion that he encouraged Evan to sell the land.
"Pastor Bruce, please listen to me, the price of land at this time is probably the best price, and you can't find a better time to earn more money for the church. This is not good for the whole church. It is the best choice for you, of course, this is only my personal opinion, this matter still needs to be decided by you." Mr. Johnson was different from the embarrassing appearance before, and completely became a The articulate lawyer, and then he looked at Evan with a very confident look, as if he would agree with what he said in the next instant.
Evan looked at Mr. Johnson and sneered, thanks to the fact that he had guessed that the poor old master calculated the church's money. At this time, he finally understood that the person who misappropriated the church's property and deceived Pastor Ross was in front of him. This personable Mr. Johnson.
He really didn't know who this gentleman took him to be? The honest and opinionated Pastor Ross? Really interesting.
Evan stood up slowly, directly ignoring the expectation on Mr. Johnson's face, and said coldly: "Please don't repeat this kind of thing again, you won't want to hear my answer."
Mr. Johnson's expression changed instantly, first in disbelief, then panic, he hurriedly stood up, and wanted to say more.
But Evan said again: "By the way, I forgot to tell you, the person sent by the church to check the accounts is coming soon, please prepare first."
This sentence completely stopped Mr. Johnson's further actions. If there is any word to describe his expression, that word must be called despair.