I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 716 Repent!
Crowds who had been waiting to attend the All Saints' Day Mass began to pour into St. Peter's Square like a tide.

Schmitz threw away the newspaper and did not join the surging crowd. Instead, he turned and walked towards the side door on the south side of the cathedral.

At the door, several Swiss guards stopped him and shouted:
"Stop! You can't go in here."

As an Austrian, Schmitz could barely understand Italian. He immediately took out a folded document from his pocket and handed it over:

"I was late for some business at the behest of the deacon Ercole. You must let me in, for I shall be the candleholder at Mass today. Oh, third row, fifth row."

He spoke Latin.

He had never thought that the aristocratic education he had received since childhood would one day come in handy.

A captain of the guard looked at the priest's robe and carefully checked the certificate. He then instructed his men to conduct a simple body search on him and let him enter the church.

Schmitz walked along the corridor with his head down, feeling relieved: Thank God, those people didn't lie to me, this thing really works!

His mind couldn't help but emerge the scene of meeting Domenico in the tavern that day. That was the first member of the "Organization" he came into contact with.

Schmitz originally planned to ask the Pope in person why he betrayed the Crusaders, but the "organization" gave him a more "direct" option.

A radical organization that claims to restore the prestige of the Vatican.

They were dissatisfied with the Pope's cowardice.

They mocked the Pope for bribing his way to power.

They denounced the Pope for not daring to recognize Poland's holy war!
So Schmitz joined them.

The difference is that those people in the "organization" only dare to talk, but he is willing to sacrifice his life for certain things!

When Schmitz turned the corner, he took off his priest robe and put on a wig that had been prepared long ago, and immediately transformed from a priest into an Italian nobleman.

Yes, there were too many people in the cathedral, and the priests all had their own tasks. Any unusual movement would be discovered, making it difficult to take action.

The area in front of the Pope, which is occupied by the great nobles, is the best choice.

He recalled the route planned for him by the "organization", walking along the windows and the narrow door in the corner until he saw the flower garden, without meeting anyone along the way.

Schmitz fumbled around for a while near the third fountain on the left side of the flower bed, took out a waist-high black cloth bag, looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that there was no one around, he quickly stuffed the bag into his coat.

The hard feel of the cloth bag clearly told him that it contained an M1741 hunting rifle, but the buttstock and barrel had been sawed off for easier concealment.

After Schmitz climbed out of the last French window, he was already standing at the corner of the cathedral. Immediately, melodious music came from the northeast.

The All Saints' Mass has begun.

Schmitz held a Bible to his chest to hide the traces under his clothes, and then blended into the nobles in the square from the side and rear.

After a series of opening contents, Pope Pius VI finally came to the high platform in front of the main entrance of St. Peter's Basilica, surrounded by several cardinals.

Schmitz took a deep breath and began to move his feet to make sure the ceremonial priest in front of him would not block his view.

"Hey, be careful!" A gorgeous lady in her thirties was touched by him and turned her head in dissatisfaction, but when she saw his pair of brown eyes with a melancholy temperament, she couldn't help but be startled, "Oh, this handsome man, you look a little unfamiliar."

Schmitz turned around and said in Latin:
"Schmitz. Otto Molt von Schmitz."

When the lady saw him moving to the side, she immediately followed him, smiling and speaking in Latin:
"You are not a Roman? Well, let me guess. You are full of artistic spirit. You are not from Upper Germany..."

Pius VI began to read aloud the Word of God.

Schmitz also chose the best angle, turned around and handed the Bible in his hand to the lady.

"Oh, thank you, you must be very pious, right?" The lady showed a charming smile, "I see, you must be from the Netherlands, the place where Master Eck was born.

"By the way, you can call me Stephanie. I'm from Lampedusa..."

As she was speaking, she saw the handsome young man put his hand into her collar.

She immediately pretended to be shy: "Are you planning to give me a surprise?"

The next moment, the "Netherlands handsome guy" pulled out a long object from his arms, shook off the black cloth on it, and it turned out to be -

A gun with a cold glow.

"Ah, no!"

Schmitz pointed his gun at Pius VI and said in the loudest voice he could:
"Those who distort the oracle are no longer worthy to be our Lord's representative on earth! Repent!"

Fingers snap.

The flint struck the vent violently, and the angry spark ignited the gunpowder in the chamber.

"boom--"

Almost instantly, a cardinal to Pius VI's left yelled "Watch out" and bumped into the Pope with his shoulder.

"puff!"

Blood flowers flew up.

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The cardinal and Pius VI fell to the ground together.

Schmitz had no chance to reload, so after firing the bullet, he threw the M1741 to the ground, snatched the Bible from Stephanie, held it high, and shouted:

"May our Lord bless the holy Crusaders! The holy war will surely win a glorious victory!"

The nobles, priests and guards around him rushed towards him in an instant:

"Catch him now!"

"There are assassins!"

"Don't let him get away!"

Without waiting for anyone else to approach, Schmitz pulled out a knife from his pocket and stabbed it into his chest without hesitation.

"Herbert... no one can... take away your glory..."

The young man holding the Bible fell down, and the whole square was suddenly filled with screams, curses, and cries for help. Thousands of people began to crowd and run around like a swarm of bees without restraint.

After 5 hours.

Pope Pius VI, whose face had just regained some color, looked at the chief of the Vatican's spies and said with lingering fear:

"Who sent the killer? Why did you want to kill me?"

The cardinal who had knocked him away was hit in the right shoulder by a bullet, and blood splattered all over his face. Now his nose was still filled with the hot and fishy smell.

The spy motioned the doctor to leave, then bowed to the Pope and said:
"The assassin's name is Schmitz, Your Majesty. Judging from the personal belongings found in the inn where he stayed, he should be an officer from southern Germany."

Archbishop Chiaramonti on the side immediately frowned and said:
"Austria?"

Pius VI nodded thoughtfully and said to the chief spy: "Go and find out immediately."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The spy left, and the Pope looked at Chiaramonti again: "So, Muzzarelli has the full support of the Holy Roman Emperor?"

"It is very possible, Your Majesty."

Pius VI's expression became extremely gloomy: "What should we do? Punish the Austrians, or declare war in support of Poland?"

"No, Your Majesty, I don't think either of these is the best strategy."

(End of this chapter)