Hot, very hot...

This was Ron's first feeling.

Vaguely, he heard the crying sound of someone, the cracking sound of the house collapse, and...

Countless voices urged him to open his eyes, and the eyes were filled with red light.

At some point, a raging flame had already lit up in the room, licking the walls wantonly.

The thick black smoke mixed with the scorching air made him cough loudly off guard.

He didn't understand why this happened.

Isn’t today my father’s birthday?

It was just a nap, but where did the fire come from?

The flames blocked all his way and even began to bake the roof.

The walls had already started to squeak, and everything around them was subtly twisted in the heat, even making the whole room look a little illusory.

Until then, with a loud bang, the wooden door covered with flames was knocked open.

Ron recognized that man, he was the housekeeper.

"Young Master, go quickly!" The butler, who had always been considerate of decent etiquette, did not care about smoothing out the burnt beard on his cheeks, strode into the room, hugged the young Ron in his arms, turned around and ran out of the door.

Smelling the heavy tobacco perfume on the butler, Ron felt at ease, but the next moment, he became nervous again, "Uncle Tom, why are you on fire?"

The running housekeeper had no time to pay attention to Ron's question. He just walked through the sea of ​​fire and moved in the rolling smoke.

Looking up, it was all a sea of ​​fire.

It was not until this time that Ron realized that not only his room, but this house was wailing in the flames.

But strangely, all the servants who could be seen everywhere in the past disappeared.

With such a huge fire, shouldn't someone come to put out the fire?

Even if no one comes to put out the fire, why can't you hear any cry for help?

It was as if only the butler was left here like him...

Ron hugged the housekeeper like a koala, and asked in a low voice: "Is anyone coming to kill us? Who is it, is it a pirate? Or..."

"No, Master, no, listen to me..." The steady butler in the past was rarely a little anxious at this time, "Listen, Master, the farther away, the better. I'll take you out."

"Why, where is the father? Where is the mother? Where are they? I want to see them..."

"Young Master, you can't...I mean, they're waiting for you outside."

"I don't believe it, Uncle Tom, you are lying, I know, Sister Merlin said, you always look up every time you lie. If I want to look for my father, he must be looking for me. He loves me the most." Ron said stubbornly, "He said that when he comes back from sea this time, he will buy me a big ship and call it the Ron. Then I will be the captain!"

Ron's voice began to tremble. He was born premature and realized the unusualness of the fire.

Looking at the butler's anxious expression, he realized something was wrong.

Rather than saying that he is refuting the housekeeper, he is more courageous for himself.

The butler is an extraordinary silver-level sword-type person. He runs at full speed very fast. Even when he holds a child of seven or eight years old, his speed is no less than a galloping horse.

Soon, he, who almost dedicated himself to the Held family, successfully found the door in the sky with his memory and instinct.

However, there was a strong smell of meat floating in the air.

Ron saw, saw his father, saw him holding a woman's head, saw him sitting carelessly on the stairs in front of the door.

The butler stopped, his face turned pale, and he protected Ron behind him.

"Come? Tom..." Ron's father, Plain von Held, greeted casually, and he was still looking at the woman's head, looking obsessed with expression.

"Honor, no, Pulan, you're crazy..."

"Yes, I'm crazy... Oh, maybe you're crazy?" Plain tilted his head and glanced at Ron who was hiding behind Tom, with a smile on his face, "Look, isn't this the bravest Captain Ron in the world?"

As usual, he opened his arms to Ron.

In normal times, Ron would definitely pounce over without hesitation and let his father squeeze with rough stubble.

But this time, Ron did not do that.

He dared not.

Because, around his father, more than ten corpses were piled up on the ground.

Under the high temperature, the blood qi rose, thin but not dissipated, and a layer of blood yarn was covered with the surroundings.

What made Ron even more concerned was that he was very familiar with the head held by his father.

That's the mother.

The twisted face with a big mouth in horror and almost screaming was his mother's.

It’s a pity that the mouth that once sang a lullaby for him can now be looked at him empty.

Blood was stained on my father's hands and dripped on my mother's head.

Blood flowed from my mother's head, and her dead eyes flowed through her.

The dead eyes were bleeding, and it hit Ron's heart.

"Run, Ron, as long as you can run out, you will be free." At the critical moment of life and death, this old-fashioned butler still adheres to professional ethics and protects the last blood of the Held family.

However, Ron did not move, nor did he want to move.

He didn't know what to think at this time, but he just heard a sound, shattering his thoughts...

"Ron, I promise you that your future coming-of-age ceremony will be a sailboat! What? Toys? Haha, my kid, that is definitely not a toy, or the huge things I saw when I took you to the dock."

"My child must be the best captain! Why? Because his father is a best captain!"

"...Failed, Ron, you know, life is inevitable that it will be unsatisfactory. Well, failure can always be allowed, as long as... we still have a chance, believe me."

"Look at this, Ron, as long as we worship it, our family will be revived in my hands!"

"See, Ron, we made a lot of money. The priest said it right, as long as we are pious enough, yes, pious..."

"Ron, today is my birthday. Dad, I have a gift for you. Go back and have a sleep. I promise that when you wake up, there will be surprises. Go to bed quickly..."

Ron felt that the man in front of him looked very familiar, but also very strange.

Is his real name Pran von Helder?

Is he really his father?

Is he really the head of the Held family?

"What are you waiting for? Ron, come here quickly, gift, do you still remember the gift?" Plain held his wife's head high, smiled and cut open his chest, and took out the long-decaying heart from a pile of tentacles.

The blue-black one no longer beats, his heart.

"Come on, Ron, haven't you always wanted to go out to sea? This time my dad takes you.

We, with your mother, the family of three, are together everywhere...

Dad, I took out my heart and showed it to you.

Do you like it?"
Chapter completed!