Indescribable tarot cards

Hot, so hot...

This was Ron's first feeling.

Vaguely, he heard someone crying, heard the cracking of houses collapsing, heard...

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

I don't know when, a blazing flame ignited in the room, licking the walls wantonly.

The thick black smoke mixed with the hot air caught him off guard and coughed loudly.

He didn't understand why this was happening.

Isn't today my father's birthday?

It was just a short nap. Where did this fire come from?

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

The walls had begun to creak, and everything around him was subtly distorted by the high temperature, making the entire room look a little unreal.

It was only then that with a loud bang, the wooden door covered in flames was knocked open.

Ron recognized the man, he was the butler.

"Master, let's go!" The butler, who always pays attention to proper etiquette, didn't bother to straighten out the burnt beard on his cheeks. He strode into the room, hugged the young Ron in his arms, turned and walked towards the door. Run away.

Smelling the strong tobacco perfume on the butler's body, Ron felt relieved, but the next moment, he felt nervous again, "Uncle Tom, why is there a fire?"

The running butler had no time to pay attention to Ron's questions. He just walked through the sea of ​​fire and the billowing smoke.

Everywhere you look, you see a sea of ​​fire.

It was only then that Ron realized that not only his room, but the entire house was wailing in flames.

But the strange thing is that all the servants that were everywhere in the past have disappeared.

With such a huge fire, shouldn't someone be there to put it out?

Even if no one came to put out the fire, why couldn't we hear any calls for help?

It was as if, as if only the butler and him were left here...

Ron hugged the butler like a koala and asked in a low voice: "Is someone 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 anxious at this time, "Listen, Master, get as far away from here as possible, I will take you out. "

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

"Master, you can't...I mean, there is no time, they are waiting for you outside."

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

Ron's voice began to tremble, and he, who was born precocious, realized that this fire was unusual.

Seeing the anxious look on the butler's face, he already realized something was wrong.

Rather than saying he was refuting the steward, he was emboldening himself.

The housekeeper is a Silver-level sword-type extraordinary person who is extremely fast when running at full strength. Even if he is holding a seven or eight-year-old child, his speed is not inferior to that of a galloping horse.

Soon, he, who had almost dedicated himself to the Held family, relied on his memory and instinct to successfully find the door in the sky full of flames.

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

Ron saw it, saw his father, saw him holding a woman's head, and saw him sitting carefree on the steps in front of the door.

The housekeeper stopped, his face was ashen, and he protected Ron behind him.

"Here? Tom..." Ron's father, Plan von Held, greeted casually. He was still looking at the woman's head with an expression of fascination.

"Master, no, Pu Lan, you are crazy..."

"Yes, I'm crazy... Oh, maybe you're crazy?" Pullan tilted his head and glanced at Ron hiding behind Tom, with a smile on his face, "Look, isn't this the most dangerous place in the world?" The brave Captain Ron?"

As usual, he opened his arms to Ron.

Normally, Ron would have pounced on him without hesitation, and then let his father prick him with rough stubble to make him giggle.

But this time, Ron didn't do that.

He didn't dare.

Because, around his father, there were more than a dozen corpses piled up in disarray.

Under the high temperature baking, the blood energy rises, thin but not scattered, covering the surrounding area with a layer of blood gauze.

What concerned Ron even more was that the human head held in his father's hand was very familiar to him.

That's mother.

That distorted 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 to him can now only face him emptyly.

The father's hands were stained with blood, which dripped on the mother's head.

Blood was flowing from the mother's head and through her dead eyes.

The dead eyes were bleeding and penetrated 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 his professional ethics and protects the last blood of the Held family.

However, Ron didn't move, nor did he want to move.

He didn't know what to think at this time, but one voice after another rushed towards him, tearing his thoughts to pieces...

"Ron, I promise you, your coming adult ceremony will be a sailing longship! What? Toys? Haha, my child, those are definitely not toys, they are those huge ones I saw when I took you to the dock. thing."

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

"...failure, Ron, you know, life is bound to be unsatisfactory, well, failure is always 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 have made a lot of money. The priest is 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 get some sleep. I promise, when you wake up, there will be a surprise. Go to sleep..."

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

Was his name really Plan von Held?

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 remember the gift?" Pullan held up his wife's head, opened his chest with a smile, and took out the rotten heart from a pile of tentacles. .

Blue-black, no longer beating, his heart.

"Come on, Ron, haven't you always wanted to go to sea? This time dad will take you.

We, with your mother and a family of three, stay together wherever we go...

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

do you like it? "

I've been deeply stuck these days...

Still double updated today...