I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 921 Escape

"Father, Lieutenant Schwartz said that some things have to be done by someone." Lucas looked at Baron Scherer seriously, "Why can't that person be me?"

"Can……"

The young man suddenly smiled and patted his father on the back like an old friend: "You see, so many people are involved in this matter. As long as we can get rid of that guy Turgut, His Majesty the Emperor will definitely pardon us."

Scherer was silent for a few seconds, took a deep breath and said, "Lucas, your brother is dead. I received the death notice last week."

He looked at his son: "You are all I have now. Please..."

Lucas was stunned and his eyes turned red instantly.

The two stood there in silence for a long time. An officer in the distance shouted, "Sheler, what are you doing? We have to go!"

"Ok!"

Lucas responded, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and said to his father:

"David sacrificed his life for this country, so I can't let his death be in vain."

He turned around quickly and said, "You should go back soon. I promise that I will come back safely."

"No..." Baron Scherer watched his son walk away with a group of new recruits. He raised his hand to hold him back, but he felt a force pressing down on his feet.

It was not until he saw a group of sans-culottes approaching with flintlock rifles that he turned around and walked away quickly, muttering: "God, please protect my Lucas, even if it costs me my life..."

He wandered around the outer city in a panic, during which time he encountered several groups of Hungarian soldiers who opened fire to disperse the protesting crowd. Fortunately, he was lucky and no bullets hit him.

40 minutes later, he finally returned to the inner city and saw his house from a distance two streets away.

The inner city was relatively calm, with only an occasional group of people holding signs walking through the streets.

Baron Scheerer knew that this peace would not last long.

He patted his face and walked towards home, but as soon as he turned the corner, he looked up and saw a familiar figure coming out of the hotel in front.

"Count Graf?"

A surge of anger suddenly rose in Scherer's chest.

If this guy hadn't asked for a huge bribe of 3 florins, Lucas might have been transferred to Klagenfurt. How could he have fallen into the crisis today?

He picked up a wooden stick from the side of the road - protesters had recently thrown this thing everywhere - and hurried after him.

However, when he walked to the door of the hotel, he saw his wife standing on the stairs of the hotel out of the corner of his eye.

He was stunned for a moment, and somehow hid behind a nearby lime tree.

Not long after, Mrs. Scherer came out, looking obviously unnatural.

When she was far away, Baron Scherer immediately entered the hotel, handed a florin to the innkeeper, and gestured to the door: "Did the woman who just left come with anyone?"

"Yes, sir." The butler put the gold coins into his pocket and said politely, "It's a fat gentleman."

"A wide mouth, a protruding forehead, and a dark yellow coat?"

"Yes, yes, that's him. He lives in the same room as the lady..."

Half an hour later.

At Baron Scheerer's house, Mrs. Scheerer knelt before him in tears, choking with sobs:

"You know, the manor in Trenheim Village was destroyed. We can't afford 3 florins. I just want to save Lucas... Count Graf promised me that as long as we stay with him for a few months, he will only charge us 1 florins..."

Baron Scherer inserted his fingers deeply into his hair, and after a long while he said in a low voice: "Lucas no longer needs to go to the battlefield." "Really?" The woman's eyes flashed with surprise, "Did Count Graf help you?"

"Of course not," Scherer growled, turning to the closet, opening the door and pulling out a pistol from the small compartment, "It's a Hungarian."

He put the gun in his arms and slammed the door.

Mrs. Scheerer stood up hurriedly and chased after her husband, but he had disappeared.

Baron Scheerer walked two streets away in anger, but his mind gradually calmed down.

Graf was a member of the Military Council, and there were guards everywhere, even in his house.

I can't kill him at all...

His hands began to tremble, and soon his whole body was shaking.

He felt like a loser, unable to protect either of his two sons, and now unable to retaliate when his wife was bullied.

Why should such rubbish live in this world?

Scherer suddenly pulled a pistol from his arms, put the barrel into his mouth, pulled the flint clip, silently said "God please forgive me", and pulled the trigger hard.

"Click..."

The spark landed in the powder chamber but did not ignite the gunpowder.

Scheerer felt cold all over, as if he had stood naked for several hours in the cold winter, and then an endless sense of fear struck his brain like a devil.

He was so scared that he threw the pistol aside. The thing almost swallowed him!
He breathed in deep gulps of air. Even though he thought of all the suffering and humiliation he had experienced, he no longer had the courage to commit suicide.

Half an hour later, Baron Scherer returned home in a daze and locked himself in his study, not coming out for two days...

At the same time that Scheer committed suicide, Franz II in Schönbrunn Palace also looked distraught.

Hearing footsteps outside the door, he rushed forward and opened the door. Seeing Baron Turgut, he immediately asked, "What's the situation outside?"

The latter bowed slightly and said, “Your Majesty, it has been found that the seven recruit companies of the Royal German Legion Training Camp in the Recruit Camp initiated the rebellion.

“They handed over the training camp’s flintlock rifles to the rioters and attacked the Debrecen regiment.”

"I asked you what the current situation is like?"

"This," Turgut paused and said, "four or five hundred Hungarian soldiers were killed. General Grashakovich temporarily withdrew his troops from the outer city."

Francis II immediately turned pale and asked: "So how many people participated in the rebellion?"

"At least five or six thousand people," said Tougut. "Four thousand flintlock rifles were lost in the training camp. There were also more than 4 new recruits who rebelled."

"Will they attack the palace?"

"Probably not for the time being..."

"So it will be later?"

"This does not rule out the possibility that they may go crazy."

Francis II immediately summoned several important ministers to discuss how to respond.

At dusk, at the suggestion of Hohendorff, he finally decided to temporarily leave Vienna, the huge powder keg, and go to Moravia to hide.

Two thousand soldiers of the Prague Guard were heading south and could meet him in Brno, south of Moravia.

(End of this chapter)