"God grants you joy, my daughter" (singing)

"Let everything be filled with hope, and let nothing frighten you."

"Looking back on those golden years"

From learning to speak to growing up strong

My daughter is wearing a beautiful wedding dress.

"Oh, God's blessing, bringing comfort and joy!"

"My daughter has grown up and is getting married today."

"Huggins! For God's sake! Stop singing!" Todd, whose eyes were covered by layers of gauze, lay on the four-wheeled wooden cart, covered his ears with his hands, and made a solemn protest to the driver above him.

Accompanied by the clattering sound of wooden wheels turning, a deep male voice came from ahead: "Hahahaha! Little guy! My singing voice was famous throughout the village back in the day. It could make geese fold their wings and rabbits stop in their tracks!"

I think it's your voice that could scare geese into incontinence and give rabbits Parkinson's disease.

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Todd slightly raised his head, pointed to the gauze in front of him, and asked Huggins, "When can I take this thing off?!"

"You can try it now, but I can't guarantee your eyes will be okay."

Helplessly lowering his arm, the boy asked again, "Where are we going?"

"Let's go to where we belong."

"What will you do to me when we get there?"

"Little one, that depends on yourself."

Todd slammed his head down on the car floor, then gave up struggling and spread his body into a starfish shape: "Fine, why do you always give me the same answer?"

With a good-natured teasing tone, a deep voice rang in my ears again: "Okay, why do you always ask me the same question?"

He gave the other person the middle finger, then rolled over in a huff, feeling the bumpy road beneath him as Todd recalled his experiences over the past few days.

Seven days have passed since I was brought out of the cellar. I spent the first three days unconscious, and when I awoke on the fourth day, I was lying on a horse-drawn cart like this. Since then, this man who calls himself Harkins has been carrying me on my journey, keeping me within three steps of the cart even while eating, sleeping, and relieving myself. My eyesight hasn't improved at all; even when I secretly lift the bandages, all I can see is darkness. The only slight comfort is that the pain in my brain is slowly fading.

After asking several times, although the other party did not tell me the direction or destination, I could tell from the change in direction due to the warmth of the sunlight that the carriage was traveling south.

I did consider escaping and hiding along the way, but firstly, in my current state, even if I could get away, walking around this unfamiliar land like a blind person would be nothing more than courting death; secondly, through my several conversations with Huggins, I could vaguely sense that this man did not seem to have any ill intentions.

Huggins never mentioned the two corpses in the hunter's cabin, and Todd certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to bring it up himself. The two maintained a tacit, unspoken silence on this topic.

What will happen next?

In short, let's take it one step at a time.

"God bless you with joy, my daughter~"

Hearing that song, which sounded like styrofoam rubbing against each other, startle Todd, who sat up abruptly from the car floor, raised his hands to the sky, and roared, "God, please send down a bolt of lightning to kill us!"

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This painful and tedious journey lasted another day and night, just as Todd was thinking that it wouldn't be so bad to just puncture his eardrums and be blind and deaf for the rest of his life.

The sound of bells ringing in the distance caught his attention.

Huggins' next sentence immediately made the boy understand the true meaning of a heavenly voice.

"We've arrived."

The carriage stopped on a flat brick ground. The driver stretched out his hands, which were wrapped in leather, and gestured for Todd to grab his sleeves. The two of them moved forward slowly, one in front of the other.

Walking on the cobblestone path, with the sound of monks chanting in his ears and the fragrance of flowers in the air, Todd asked the guide in front of him, "Where are we?"

There was no response.

After walking for another ten minutes or so, Huggins led the boy to a spot on soft sand.

The deep voice sounded somewhat reserved and reverent: "Master Miriam, I'm back."

An aged voice came from afar: "Come in, my child."

Huggins tugged at Ratold's sleeve and whispered to him, "Don't say anything when you go inside."

The boy nodded noncommittally.

As Todd stepped over the threshold, he heard the old man's voice again: "This is...?"

Guiding the boy to stand still, Huggins respectfully said, "Master, this boy has unlocked the 'Box of Proverbs' on his own..."

"Oh? Is he a church apprentice? Or a nobleman's son?"

"No, he was just an ordinary farmer's son. And besides, he touched the 'Sutherland Relics'..."

"Huh... What did you say? That's impossible!"

“Master Myria, this boy is alive, but he has lost his sight.”

Todd felt a warm, large hand touch his head, and an aged voice came to him: "This is a lucky result. None of the people I know who went to touch the relics are still alive."

The boy couldn't help but ask, "What exactly are the 'Sutherland Relics'?"

Huggins coughed.

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