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As long as we can drive that fellow Tugut out of office, His Majesty the Emperor will surely pardon us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scheller remained silent for a few seconds, taking a deep breath: “Lucas, your brother is dead. I received the death notice two weeks ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at his son: “You’re all I have left now. Please…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas was stunned, his eyes instantly turning red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two stood speechless for a while, before an officer shouted from afar: “Scheller, what are you doing? We have to go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas responded, wiping his eyes and said to his father:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“David sacrificed himself for this country; I can’t let his death be in vain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly turned away: “You should go back. I promise I’ll return safely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No…” Baron Scheller watched his son follow a group of new recruits into the distance, raising his hand to grab him but felt a force holding his legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when he saw a group of sans-culottes come by carrying flintlock guns did he turn and hastily leave, muttering, “Jesus, please protect my Lucas, even if it requires my life in exchange…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wandered half a circle in the outer city in confusion, encountering several Hungarian soldiers firing to disperse protest crowds, luckily no bullet found him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forty minutes later, he finally returned to the Inner City, seeing his house from two streets away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Inner City remained relatively calm, with only occasional groups carrying signs passing through the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baron Scheller knew this calm wouldn’t last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted his face and strode towards home, but as he turned the street corner, he saw a familiar-looking figure step out from the hotel ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Count Graf?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rage surged in Scheller’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for this guy extorting a benefit of three thousand florins, Lucas might have already been transferred to Klagenfurt, avoiding today’s crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed a wooden stick from the roadside—recently protestors tossed these everywhere—and followed quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, as he reached the hotel entrance, he saw his wife standing on the stairwell from the corner of his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stunned for a moment, he instinctively hid behind a nearby linden tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon Mrs. Scheller emerged, noticeably unnatural in demeanor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once she left, Baron Scheller immediately entered the hotel, slipped a florin to the attendant, and gestured towards the entrance: “The woman who just left, did she come with anyone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, indeed.” The attendant pocketing the gold coin eagerly replied, “She was with a somewhat stout gentleman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Broad mouth, protruding forehead, wearing a dark yellow coat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, that’s him. They occupied the same room…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Scheller’s house, Mrs. Scheller wept bitterly kneeling before him, choking out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know the manor in Trondheim Village was destroyed. We can’t afford the three thousand florins. I was just trying to save Lucas… Count Graf promised me that if I stayed with him for a few months, he would only charge us fifteen hundred florins…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baron Scheller thrust his fingers deep through his hair and after a long time spoke in a low voice: “Lucas no longer needs to go to the battlefield.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Joy flared in the woman’s eyes, “Was it Count Graf’s help?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Absolutely not,” Scheller shouted, turning to the wardrobe, opening it, and pulling out a pistol from the little enclosure, “It was the Hungarians.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tucked the gun into his coat and slammed the door as he left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Scheller hastily stood up, chasing after him, but her husband had already vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushed by fury, Baron Scheller walked two streets before his mind gradually calmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graf was a member of the military committee, surrounded by guards everywhere, even in his home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t possibly kill him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand began to tremble, and soon his entire body shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt like a failure, unable to protect either of his sons, and now impotent in avenging his humiliated wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why should such a useless person live in this world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scheller suddenly drew the pistol from his coat, thrusting the barrel into his mouth, opened the flintlock, and murmured “Please forgive me, Jesus,” then forcefully pulled the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Click…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks fell into the chamber but didn’t ignite the gunpowder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scheller felt an icy coldness through his body, as if standing nude on a winter day for hours, before the boundless fear like a devil smote his brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trembling, he cast the pistol aside, the thing almost consumed him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He breathed deeply, recalling various miseries and humiliations, yet no longer possessed even a shred of courage to seek death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, Baron Scheller returned home distraught, locking himself in the study, not emerging for two days…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Scheller attempted suicide, in the Schonbrunn Palace, Franz II also showed signs of listlessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps sounded outside, eagerly he opened the door to see Baron Tugut and immediately asked: “What is the situation outside?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The latter bowed slightly: “Your Majesty, it’s established that seven new recruit battalions of the Royal German Legion training camp initiated the rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They handed the training camp’s flintlock guns to the rioters and attacked the Debrecen Corps.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I asked about the current situation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This,” Tugut paused, “about four to five hundred Hungarian soldiers have been killed, General Grashkovich temporarily withdrew troops from the outer city.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franz II turned pale at once: “How many people are involved in the rebellion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At least five or six thousand,” Tugut said, “Four thousand flintlock guns were lost from the training camp. There are more than seven hundred rebel recruits.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will they attack the Royal Palace?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not for now…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So they might in the future?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This, indeed cannot exclude their potential insanity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franz II immediately summoned several high ministers to discuss how to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At twilight, following Horn Dorf’s advice, he finally decided to temporarily leave Vienna, this gigantic powder keg, and head to Moravia to lay low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two thousand soldiers of the Prague Guard were heading southward, just in time to meet him at Brno on Moravia’s southern side.\u003C\u002Fp>",1043,"2026-05-30T06:21:24.770Z","2026-06-01T04:30:31.323Z",1,"novelbin.me","37eeaf0be609137427150afc5470a9a0340351c4248031851b7ce4a28c4164e6","life-of-being-a-crown-prince-in-france-chapter-1014","life-of-being-a-crown-prince-in-france-chapter-1012",1568,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flife-of-being-a-crown-prince-in-france-cover.jpg"]