I Am the Crown Prince in France

Chapter 716 Repent!

Crowds of people who had been waiting to attend the All Saints' Day mass began to pour into the square of St. Peter's Basilica.

Schmitz threw away the newspaper and instead of squeezing into the surging crowd, he turned toward the south side entrance 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 ID from his pocket and handed it over:

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"I went to deal with some things at the request of the deacon of Ercole, and I came back late. You have to let me in. I will hold the candlestick at today's mass. Oh, it's in the third row and fifth column."

He spoke Latin.

He had never thought before that something like this, which he had received aristocratic education from a young age, would one day come into play.

A guard captain looked at the priest's robes, carefully checked the ID, and after instructing his subordinates to conduct a simple body search on him, he was allowed to enter the church.

Schmitz lowered his head along the corridor and breathed a sigh of relief: Thank God, those people didn't lie to me, this thing really works!

His mind couldn't help but think of the day he met Domenico in the tavern, that was the first member of the "organization" he came into contact with.

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

A radical organization that claims to restore the prestige of the Holy See.

They resented the Pope's cowardice.

They ridiculed the pope for buying his way to power.

They denounced the Pope for not daring to recognize Poland’s jihad!

So Schmitz came together with them.

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

When Schmitz passed the corner, he took off his priest's robe and put on the wig he had prepared. He immediately transformed from a priest into the image of an Italian aristocrat.

Yes, the people in the cathedral are too dense, and the priests all have their own tasks. People will notice the slightest movement, so it is difficult to take action.

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

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

Schmitz groped for a while next to the third fountain on the left side of the flower garden, took out a waist-high black cloth bag, looked around cautiously, made sure no one was around, and quickly stuffed it into his coat.

The hard feel of the cloth bag clearly told him that there was an M1741 hunting rifle inside. However, the butt and barrel were sawn short to facilitate concealment.

After Schmitz climbed out of the last floor-to-ceiling window, he was already standing under the corner of the cathedral. The sound of melodious music immediately came from the northeast.

All Saints' Day Mass has begun.

Schmitz held a Bible in front of his chest to cover the traces under his clothes, and then blended into the nobles in the square from the side and behind.

After a series of opening remarks, 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 steps to ensure that the ceremonial priest in front would not block his view.

"Hey, be careful!" A gorgeous lady in her thirties was touched by him and turned her head dissatisfied. However, when she saw his pair of melancholy brown eyes, she couldn't help but be startled. , "Oh, this handsome gentleman, you are a bit unfamiliar."

Schmitz turned back and said in Latin:

"Schmitz. Otto Molt von Schmitz."

When the lady saw him moving to the side and forward, she immediately followed him, smiling and speaking in Latin:

"You are not a Roman? Ah, let me guess, you are full of artistic atmosphere, you probably did not come to Germany..."

Pius VI began to read aloud the Holy Word.

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 know, you must be from the Netherlands, the place where Master Ike came from.

"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 his collar.

She immediately pretended to be shy:

"Are you planning to give me a surprise?"

The next moment, the "Handsome Dutchman" took out a long object from his arms and shook off the black cloth on it, and it turned out to be——

A gun with a cold light.

"Ah - don't!"

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 representatives on earth! Repent!"

Fingers snap.

The flint banged against the fire door, and the angry sparks ignited the gunpowder in the gun chamber.

"Bang--"

Almost instantly, a cardinal to the left of Pius VI shouted "Look out" and bumped into the pope with his shoulder.

"puff!"

Blood flowers flew up.

The cardinal fell to the ground along with Pius VI.

Schmitz had no chance to reload, so after firing the bullet, he dropped the M1741 on the ground, took the Bible from Stephanie's hand, 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 immediately rushed towards him:

"Catch him quickly!"

"There's an assassin!"

"Don't let him get away!"

Before anyone else could get close, Schmitz took 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 entire square was suddenly filled with screams, curses, and calls for help. Thousands of people were like a swarm of bees that had lost their restraints and began to rush around.

5 hours later.

Pius VI, who had just regained some color on his face, looked at the Secret Agent of the Vatican and said with lingering fear:

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

The cardinal who knocked him away was hit by a bullet in the right shoulder. Blood splashed all over his face, and now he still has that fishy hot smell in his nose.

The spy signaled the doctor to go out, then bowed to the Pope and said:

"The assassin's name is Schmitz, Your Majesty. Judging from the belongings found in the hotel where he stayed, he should be an officer and come from South Germany."

Archbishop Chiaramonti on the side immediately frowned and said:

"Austria?"

Pius VI nodded thoughtfully and said to the secret agent: "Go and find out immediately."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The secret agent left, and the Pope looked at Chiaramonti again: "So, Muzzarelli has received the full support of the Emperor of the Shinra?"

"It's very possible, Your Majesty."

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

"No, Your Majesty, I don't think this is the best strategy."