The Epistle of James

I'm in emo mode and I can't find the resources for the last chapter

Although the pastor's wife is the murderer, I sympathize with her. The pastor's family is really pitiful. . . . Agree...

Every time I see the Duke losing control of his temper and changing his name from Mr. Douglas to Jacob, my little heart twitches... By the way, this picture accidentally tortured me again, it's so ecstatic ^^ "I also feel regretful. I originally expected to rely on its appreciation for retirement, but reality has proven that I am not a discerning investor. I hope the price will not lose too much." Hong Guoguo's confession of love, but it's a pity that she only said it after the breakup - I originally wanted to love it for the rest of my life, but I didn't expect that something would change midway, and I would have to lose myself... I was abused together with the Duke><, what is the mouth of the principal, abuse of others is the best... Dividing line for drinking water It is said that I have always been obsessed with the Duke, but the reminiscences in this chapter reveal a different aspect of the past. I originally thought that the Duke was the one who was having sex, and the principal was the one who was sultry, but it turned out that the one who was the most FH was the principal... The Duke back then (and of course still is now) was definitely not as mature and wise as the principal, so the principal would definitely be in charge of the relationship between the two. Even if the Duke seduces him first, his understanding of sex and love is definitely not as deep and clear as the principal's, so the image of the young Duke suddenly adds the aspect of a kidnapped Loli... It was undoubtedly the Principal who fell in love with the Duke first, and shamefully threatened the Duke's dependence on him (whether this threat was expressed or not, he must have thought about it in his heart) - regardless of whether your feelings for me are love or not, if you want me to help you, you have to sleep with me (Principal, you are so handsome ORZ...). It is not difficult to see from the principal's repeated breakups how he forced the Duke to fall in love with him - love me, or lose everything about me. From the beginning, the principal never offered the third way of just being friends. He exploits his necessity in the Duke's life in exchange for love. (Fortunately, when I watched the first film, I was heartbroken by the infatuation of the Duke's philandering principal. Principal, you asked for it...) In order not to lose this loyal friend and useful summoned beast, the poor Duke could only half-forced and half-voluntarily sacrifice his penis and soul. It's hard to say whether his M tendency was cultivated in this process or whether it was his M tendency that led him to eventually fall in love with the principal... Having said that, the admiration for the principal is like the water of the Yellow River, just like the unswerving love for the Duke~~~The author's reply: What I want to say secretly is that the young Duke was really abducted and forced loli~~ In fact, the Duke also said this in the battle of defense. If he doesn't sleep with the principal, the principal won't help him with his homework. So in fact, these two are a perfect match for each pot and lid. PS: I was annoyed by your phrase "useful summoned beast", ^_^

I really hope the story is still being serialized

The principal is always so cold and cold in front of his cat, and yet so affectionate when his back is turned, it's so sultry that it makes me cry

Catch up on the last chapter Epilogue Today's winter is indeed longer and colder than in previous years. The thrush has not yet chirped on the branches, nor has the robin returned. Although the sun came out, the snow not only did not melt, but instead froze into pieces of hard ice. The trunk of the Xiaoxuan tree at the door was frozen, as if covered with a layer of oily skin, and was slippery and bright. Duke Devot, who was wrapped in thick mink fur, carefully got off the carriage, looked at the secretary who came to greet him, and asked: "Old Mr. William, have you done what I asked you to do?" His secretary shook her head. "Not yet, Mr. Duke." This unpleasant answer made his employer look disappointed. "Really?" On a silver platter in the study were some of the latest letters, selected by the secretary for the Duke of Devot's personal attention. The prince took off his gloves and raked his slender fingers over the shallow dish. Then he noticed that there was a letter from Mr. Douglas, and he opened it eagerly. This is what the letter says. "To Edward A. Duke of Dewater: I am writing this letter to you out of anger, and I hope you can stop your stupid and inappropriate behavior as soon as possible. Since I placed an advertisement for the property for sale in the newspaper, my real estate agent told me that the market for the house I was selling was unexpectedly good. In just one week, three buyers had come to consult and expressed their intention to buy. In fact, the prices they offered were more generous than each one. This gave me the illusion that I might make a fortune from it. The first guest requested me to address him as M. De Montpellier upon meeting him, which I did. But the terrible thing is, whether it is the small suitcase he carries or the lace letters embroidered on the lining of his hat, they all blatantly show me that this is a gentleman whose first name is T, not M. I was showing him around the house - you know, it was so cold because of the proximity to the mountains - so the gentleman sneezed really hard, and he hurriedly took out his handkerchief, but it fell to the floor. I picked up the handkerchief for him so that I could see the name embroidered on it. What a coincidence. If I remember correctly, the maiden name of the current wife of your secretary, old Mr. William, is exactly the same as this. So I pretended to ask him casually, is your brother-in-law's work at the Duke's Palace going well? Is your back pain better? He immediately answered me, "It's very good. My brother-in-law's back pain is an old problem." After saying these few words, he finally realized that he had made a mistake. He looked at me nervously and finally ran away. This scene made me feel very guilty. Revealing the other person prematurely didn't seem like a gentleman. The second guest was a middle-aged lady wearing an exaggerated Panamanian hat. You know, I'm always more likely to be polite and soft-hearted toward ladies, especially when she told me that due to her husband's chronic infidelity, she was determined to use her inheritance to buy a house and move out on her own, as quickly as possible. This tragic story obviously moved me deeply, and I almost decided to sell it to the unfortunate lady at the lowest price - if it weren't for the fact that there was neither a wedding ring on her finger when she took off the glove, nor even any trace of having worn a wedding ring for a long time. You have to know that on the ring finger of your left hand, even though you no longer need to wear a wedding ring recently, the imprint left by the finger that has been wearing the ring for sixteen years is still vaguely visible. Obviously, it is far more likely that this lady is an unmarried old lady than that she has suffered from an unhappy marriage for more than ten years. More importantly, when she opened her purse to tip the busker playing the organ downstairs, there was a check lying sideways in her purse that looked very much like it was written by you. She was obviously not a talented actress, and her performance was so poor that I had to find an excuse to get rid of her. Now let's talk about the third guest, he claims to be a painter. After he saw my house, he told me that he had never seen Greenwich Hill as beautiful as when he looked out of my window. This compliment made a huge difference to me. Next he told me that he was preparing to create a series of four-season paintings with Greenwich Hill as a backdrop, a type of interior painting that was always in demand. He had painted spring, summer and autumn scenes, leaving only winter. Therefore, he strongly hopes to own this "wonderful" house before the snow melts, and it is worth paying a little more money for it. Furthermore, he asked me with interest whether I had made any improvements to the garden since I took over. I told him that I had originally planned to plow and plow the garden before the ice melted in spring, and finally plant roses and elders, but this plan has not yet been carried out. I noticed that when I answered him like this, he showed a little bit of relief. Another fact is that when I recommended the works of the Barbizon School to him, he actually told me that this too extravagant Rococo style was somewhat outdated. This made me have strong doubts about his true identity and purpose. Duke of Devot, these home buyers are obviously hired by you. They have seriously interfered with my normal business activities and needlessly wasted my precious time. Therefore, I strongly urge you to stop these boring behaviors! I will never resell this house to you or any of your mercenaries! Yours sincerely, Angry J. Douglas"

It's a bit cruel, Mr. Jacob D can say such indifferent words, but he can't help but kiss the fallen hair...

Every time I see Mr. Duke's marksmanship, I am amazed. He is really amazing.

Since the last chapter is locked, let's post it here. The Duke said that the painter was not sent by him, and the other party was very concerned about whether the garden had been touched. The painter may be the original owner or a related person who has returned to the scene to see if anything has been revealed. But was the victim Simon's lover? After all, the body of the little gardener has been definitely thrown into the Thames. What was buried in the garden should be evidence that is difficult to destroy by the original owner (the body is more likely). If Simon's first scene is this house, burying the body in the garden and then throwing the person into the river doesn't feel right. Is this another new case🤔

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