Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 103 Killing Putin 4
At the banquet, Prince Yusupov, as the host, had just delivered a speech.

The prince spoke earnestly, hoping that everyone could unite around His Majesty during this difficult time to overcome the challenges together. He also expressed his concern for the suffering of the citizens.

“Christmas is approaching, and our children can’t even get the simplest toys because the wood is used for warmth. Shouldn’t we, everyone here, do something for them?” the prince said solemnly. When he spoke emotionally, the ladies in the audience gently wiped their eyes with silk handkerchiefs.

Someone excitedly took off their necklace and threw it into the auction box, while others praised their companion's noble behavior.

When the applause rang out again, it seemed that everyone present was satisfied.

The auction began with each nobleman symbolically contributing their so-called "family heirlooms" to support the nation.

The bidding was incessant, and the atmosphere of the banquet became lively.

The prince held his wine glass and exchanged pleasantries with the group. When his gaze swept over his target, he noticed that his wife, dressed in her finest attire, had successfully approached the priest in black robes.

Tonight's assassination plan is not complicated. Irina is responsible for using her beauty to attract the target's attention and using an excuse to lure the priest in black robes into a private room.

Then they gave him a cake and wine laced with poison, which killed him.

In full view of everyone, a man and a woman were alone in a small room, and then they died suddenly. It seemed like some kind of dishonorable death. Even if someone wanted to investigate the truth, as long as they muddied the waters, they wouldn't be able to form a unified voice among the people.

After all, people only believe what they want to believe.

Of course, if that guy is smart enough, it might be a little troublesome. He might have to stage a "caught in the act" scene and then kill him in a duel or other way.

The effect will be slightly worse than the previous one, but it's still acceptable.

However, an unexpected incident occurred just as the plan was beginning to be implemented.

"Father, I made some snacks myself. Would you do me the honor of trying some and give me some pointers?" The most beautiful woman leaned closer with tenderness, her slender forearm intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against the back of his hand.

“Of course, madam, it is my good fortune and honor.” The man in black robes agreed without hesitation.

"But..." the twenty-year-old woman said shyly, looking at the tips of her shoes, "My pastries are really ugly, and there are so many people here. Why don't you come with me to a quiet place to enjoy them? We can even have a little bit of wine while we're at it..."

After speaking, Irina glanced at the small room in the corner with her distinctive almond-shaped eyes.

The priest in black robes stood up without saying a word.

The waiters, who were already prepared behind us, were carrying trays of snacks and wine, ready to follow.

The prince clenched his fist in the distance.

But the next second, the priest in the black robe picked up the cake from the plate and swallowed it in two bites in front of everyone. He then seemed unsatisfied and ate several more pieces. He even drank a glass of wine from the waiter's hand.

"Hiccup~ I'm so sorry, what you made was just too delicious... Even... even as an ascetic, I couldn't resist the temptation." The black-robed man's voice began to sound slightly tipsy, and even his face turned rosy.

The prince and his conspirators exchanged glances, their faces showing disbelief.

No one has ever said that poison can make people drunk. Is it because everyone's constitution is different?
After a moment's thought, the prince decided to observe the situation further before making a decision.

He smiled slightly and said, "Father Pugin, today is a good day. Aren't you going to buy a few items that you like?"

The priest in black robes walked into the center of the crowd with a wine glass in his hand, his whole body swaying, attracting everyone's attention.

“You must be joking. How could someone like me have any money? I’m not even richer than your servant.”

After speaking, the priest in black robes revealed a mysterious smile again. "But I can't spoil such a day. How about this, if any distinguished guest is willing to give me a valuable jewel, I will exchange it for a prophecy."

The moment the words were spoken, the entire hall erupted in cheers.

Regardless of their stance, the mysterious image of the black-robed priest has been deeply etched into everyone's mind, and his series of miraculous deeds have been widely circulated among the nobility.

However, unlike other mystics, he never made "prophecies" from time to time, and he never publicly admitted to having divine power.

Did he change his stance today while under the influence of alcohol?!
Isn't this a golden opportunity?! If you can foresee your destiny, what do a piece of jewelry matter?

Almost everyone present was eager to try, and even some of the nobles involved in the conspiracy regretted it a little, wondering if the poison had been put in too early.

“However…” Father Pugin, who was already drunk, looked around. “There seem to be too many guests today. I don’t think I can take care of all my friends.”

"Miss Irina, can you do me a favor?"

The Grand Duchess walked gracefully forward, and then the dark-haired man grabbed her slender hand.

Oh~~
A gasp of amazement rippled through the room. “Miss Irina, you have a unique ability to appraise treasures. Please help me select jewels worth more than 10 rubles. I will exchange them for a prophecy; the greater the value, the clearer the prophecy will be.”

One hundred thousand! People exclaimed again. Most people came to this fundraising event with the intention of watching the spectacle. There were actually very few valuable pieces of jewelry donated, not to mention that one hundred thousand rubles could buy top-quality jewelry.

Sure enough, Irina looked at the items already in the donation box, smiled, and shook her head.

None of them were worth more than 100,000.

However, the 10 rubles clearly stirred the emotions of the audience, who were eager to know what such a "precious" prophecy was like.

The daughter of a guards officer gripped the necklace on her body, as if she had made a decision, then slowly stepped forward, removed the jewelry from her neck, and handed it to the priest in black robes.

Irina nodded slightly. "The combination of Ural emeralds and citrine is of very good quality and exquisitely crafted. Its value is approximately 11 rubles."

The priest in the black robe picked up the necklace, and without anyone seeing him move, the jewels disappeared into his palm.

"Your name?"

"Anna Vorentsova, will I have a loving husband in the future?" The girl in front of me asked a question that only a young girl would care about.

"So you are the General's daughter. It's a pity that your marriage doesn't seem to last long. I can also smell the dampness of the sea and the fragrance of wheat. Perhaps you can find your own peace in the distance."

After the man in the black robe finished speaking, he smiled and gestured for the others to proceed.

The girl left heartbroken, and six months later married a military officer. After the October Revolution, she went into exile in Shanghai, China, and eventually opened a bakery to make a living.

"I come!"

Grand Duke Dmitri, who was standing nearby, handed over an exquisite ring.

“Antwerp diamond, this size is worth at least 150,000 rubles!” Irina commented from the side.

The priest in the black robe narrowed his eyes. "What you feel is bad luck might be a special favor God has given you. Remember to thank the Lord when you leave. I'm sure your later years will be very comfortable."

Archduke Dmitri walked down bewildered. Six months later, he was exiled by the Tsar for his involvement in a court struggle. He was fortunate to escape the October Revolution and later moved to Switzerland, where he went to church to pray every day without fail.

Although the prophecy is somewhat incomprehensible, people's emotions have been thoroughly stirred up.

The nobles, with their priceless jewels, only wanted a word of prophecy from the black-robed priest.

The most shocking prediction came from the Tsar's younger brother, Mikhail Alexandrovich Romanov, who, after presenting a red diamond worth 20 rubles, received the clearest prophecy—that he would become the Tsar in the future.

Some were surprised and doubtful, while others were overjoyed.

However, what this Grand Duke did not know was that he had taken the throne after his brother was forced to abdicate on March 15, 1917, and was known as the "One-Day Tsar." He was executed by the Cheka in 1918 after his failed escape attempt.

As the prophecies increased, the value of the jewels also grew. People were astonished to discover that the value of the treasures received by the black-robed priest alone exceeded the total value of the previous noble donations.

Every time the priest made a prophecy, he would get even more drunk, and after half an hour, he could only stay upright by leaning on the Grand Duchess.

At that moment, a woman's voice broke in.

“Father Pugin, is this alright?” The head maid presented a royal treasure – the Danish Silver Jubilee Egg.

Oh! ! !
The atmosphere instantly reached its climax, with everyone eager to know what kind of prophecy the priest could obtain from this priceless treasure.

"Madam, what do you want to know by bringing this out?" The priest in black robes looked at the woman in front of him with a dazed expression.

Head Maid Anna took a deep breath. "I am now asking the question on behalf of the Queen."

"Father Putin, how many more years can our empire remain glorious?"

The question drew everyone's attention, and even Prince Yusupov clenched his fists instinctively.

"The fate of the empire, that's a good question." The black-robed priest drank another drop of wine and chuckled.

"I can tell you."

"The Empire's lifespan is only one year longer than mine~"

(End of this chapter)