Guidebook for the Dark Duke

    Duke Wilson went to Buckingham Palace the morning after Orlam's visit.

    When he came this time, George was meeting the foreign secretary. George had just become king and there was a lot of diplomatic work to be done, so Duke Wilson could only wait outside the living room where George met the minister. On the soft chair under the porch, he was in a very bad mood. Although he always felt that the army his father left him was not easy to use, but in any case, this is the army of the Christ family, and now it will be terminated in his own hands. , Duke Wilson was somewhat uncomfortable anyway.

    After a while, the closed door finally reacted, thinking that a servant with a white wig and a very flashy dress came out, nodded slightly to Duke Wilson, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, please You go in."

    He's been sitting here for less than three minutes, is George already finished? Duke Wilson thought to himself, but with a cold look on his face, he nodded, turned and walked in.

    As soon as he entered, he saw George and an old gentleman sitting on the sofa, and when they saw him come in, they all stood up. This old gentleman, Duke Wilson, knew him. His name was Ukulele. He is a knight, and the Ukulele family is also considered to be a relatively old-fashioned aristocrat in Britain.

    "Your Majesty." The old Ukulele had always been known for his eloquence. When Duke Wilson came in, he knew that the future was beyond his control, so he hurriedly said goodbye to George: "Today The matter is almost over, I'll step back first."

    George pretended to be surprised for a moment, and then said: "I didn't expect it to end so soon, you have worked hard today, go back quickly." He smiled at the ukulele with a gentle expression. .

    Watching the old Ukulele respectfully leave, the fake smile on George's face was removed, facing Duke Wilson, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and smiled Said: "This is really a disaster. I didn't expect that becoming a king would be such a tedious thing. Looking at the long list of expressions, I have a headache."

    Duke Wilson didn't want to hear him talk about his communication with the foreign royal family, he just twitched the corner of his mouth perfunctorily, and immediately said: "Your Majesty, it's already early winter, if I don't return to Germany again Lanlier, I'm afraid my tenants will have a hard time this winter."

    The relaxed smile on George's face disappeared in an instant, and the originally gentle face was a little stiff for a while: "Uncle Charles, didn't I discuss this with you last time? It's not you now. Best time to go back, you have been a great help to me this time, and I hope you can stay in London to help me."

    Duke Wilson smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, help him? I'm afraid that I will feel relieved if I want to lock myself by his side.

    "Your Majesty, I don't have much experience in how to govern a country. Up to now, most of my life has been dealing with people on my fief. You place such high hopes on me. I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'll live up to your expectations, let me go back to Delanlier, even in a faraway town, I'll pray for you." Duke Wilson half lowered his eyebrows and said with an uncertain expression.

    George looked at Duke Wilson and couldn't help squinting. He was very aware of Duke Wilson's ability. When he was in Oxford, he was always the most dazzling existence. Later, he returned to In London, he was treated differently by many politicians when he first entered politics. The then Home Secretary even hoped to train him as his political heir, but unfortunately...

    George couldn't help clenching his fists and smiled unnaturally: "You don't have to be so arrogant, I fully understand your abilities."

    But Duke Wilson was a little disgusted by such Tai Chi-like words, he couldn't help raising his head to look at George, frowning: "What do you want to do?"

    Hearing that Duke Wilson didn't even bring his honorary title, George couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Uncle Charles, I really hope you can stay in London, what's wrong with London? Derain Lille is just a remote town, and you won't be as happy as you would be in London when you go back."

    Duke Wilson couldn't help but feel a little angry, George was still the same George he was, and always liked to save others by himself.

    "I don't have to worry about whether I have a good time in Delanlier. I will give you the army in my hands when I go back this time. Please let me leave London." Duke Wilson found that he was tired of trying to test with George again, and said directly.

    George opened his eyes instantly and looked at Duke Wilson in disbelief: "You..." He pursed his slightly dry lips and looked straight at Duke Wilson: "You are like this Miss me?"

    Duke Wilson couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard his tone: "It doesn't matter what I think of you, I want to leave London, please allow me."

    George looked at Duke Wilson's firm look, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He didn't expect that he would be able to do this in order to leave London and give up the army of the Chris family. As a result, George Never thought about it.

    "Uncle Charles." George finally regained his composure, but the look in his eyes was still slightly dim: "I didn't mean to take back your army, it was given to you by my father. Father's army, this time I have successfully entered Buckingham Palace thanks to you, and you are my uncle. I will never treat you like this. It was my fault to keep you in London before, if you insisted on leaving , then please leave."

    George pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, and did not look at Duke Wilson again.

    Duke Wilson was a little puzzled at this time. He glanced at George. Does he really care about the army in his hands? Duke Wilson's mind changed slightly, he still cares, but now he is on the cusp of the storm. If he takes back the army in his hands at this time, I'm afraid it will damage his reputation. I'm afraid there are other means later, Duke Wilson's heart instantly Heightened vigilance, and at the same time feeling a little disgusted, it seems that even if he leaves London in the future, he will not be able to escape from these things.

    "Thank you for your understanding." Duke Wilson bowed and saluted.

    The two exchanged a few words after that, before the atmosphere cooled down, Duke Wilson finally resigned and left.

      It was an interrogative sentence, but the tone was firm and clear in the slightly empty hall.

    After saying these words, a door on the bookcase on the side of the hall suddenly opened slowly, and the person who came out was Oram, with a gentle smile on his face, it seemed that Ignoring Prince George's indifferent words: "I told him, isn't that what you need?"

    His words were so reasonable that even George couldn't help but be taken aback: "He is my uncle! How can I treat him like this!" George immediately reacted and was very angry shouted loudly.

    Olam had never seen George so angry, but his expression was still calm, and he said coldly: "Although he is your uncle, he is also your servant, do you still Remember this?"

    George was stunned all of a sudden, he looked straight at Oram, as if he no longer knew this person, and after a long time he finally sat back on the sofa a little dejected, he lowered his head , Oram could not see his expression clearly at this time.

    "Do I have to do this?" George's tone trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing something.

    Looking at George like this, Oram's mind suddenly popped out of their three childhood appearances, he and George would always follow Duke Wilson, watching his eyes admiring and burning , wants to go out with him in his dreams, and Duke Wilson will always be that arrogant and indifferent teenager, very impatient with them, but no matter where he goes, he will never refuse them to follow.

    "You have to do this, this is your responsibility." Oram said calmly, as if his youth were just an illusion.

    **

    Duke Wilson returned to his mansion with good news. Evan was surprised to know that Prince George let them go without the slightest conditions, but thinking about the current situation, he understood a bit.

    Duke Wilson was afraid that this matter would change, so he ordered Steward Chris to pack up that night, but Steward Chris was caught off guard.

    "You want to leave now?" He looked at Duke Wilson in surprise, not understanding the sudden thoughts of his host.

    "I have to leave now, Chris, you have been with the Christ family for so many years, and you should understand our difficulties. Now Delan Lier is my best place to return." Duke Wilson said slowly.

     Butler Chris felt a little ashamed for a while. Of course he knew how the Christ family was forced back from London by the previous king to Derainlier, and even fully understood that when the old duke died, He also longed to return to London again to revive the glory of the Crist family. He thought that a new king would be different now, but now it seems that it is not possible.

    "Yes, it's my fault, I'll be ready tomorrow." Chris nodded regretfully and left Duke Wilson's study.

    Watching Chris leave, Evan frowned slightly: "Isn't there anything wrong with us leaving in such a hurry?"

    Duke Wilson listened to Evan's question but lost the seriousness before, just smiled gently: "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

    Since Duke Wilson made a promise, Evan was not too worried. Before dawn the next day, they prepared their luggage and rode in the carriage of Duke Wilson's house, heading towards the railway station. drive away.

    Little Edward was still in his sleep, Evan carried him into the carriage, and after a long journey, he finally returned to Delanlier, this time to this place, Evan's feeling was completely different from the first time.

    The time he came to this place was filled with resentment and unwillingness to be full of ambition, but this time, he only felt safe and secure, this place had a different meaning for him significance.

     Butler Chris took the lead, and when the Duke and Evan got off the carriage, he had already driven the carriage to greet him.

    Little Edward no longer had the excitement on the train, and was sleeping peacefully in the arms of the footman.

    Duke Wilson and Evan walked in the direction of Butler Chris, and he also walked towards the two of them. When approached, Evan realized that Butler Chris was not looking good .

    "What's the matter?" Duke Wilson asked with a frown. Of course, he also saw the difference in Butler Chris's expression.

    "Your Majesty, a nun in the town died. I heard it was murder! And it's also related to Colonel Mel!" Of course, Butler Chris did not dare to hide Duke Wilson, and said immediately.

    But when he said these words, Duke Wilson was not doing well, but Evan was startled, nun? Could it be that... he had a bad idea in his heart.