The old nun had an exceptionally good figure. She wore a long, immaculate nun's habit, with squared shoulders, a slender back, and a narrow waist.
A few brown curls peeked out from beneath the woman's head covering. Her Western features gave her deep-set eyes and an air of composure born of long experience. The smile at the corners of her mouth and her unhurried, graceful steps made it easy to tell that she held a distinguished position in the church.
Perhaps that was why the church had entrusted the old nun with the materials meant for the investigators, giving her a chance to make an impression on them.
By all appearances, a nun like her should have been a devout follower of the Church of the Harvest Mother Goddess. Yet the smell of decay Yu Xing had detected came from her. Unlike the demonic coachman, the stench on her was far subtler. If the coachman was junk food like spicy strips, the old nun was at least worthy of being called a plate of foie gras.
Yu Xing's Adam's apple bobbed.
Just then, a young priest handing out equipment came up to him. With a hint of courtesy and nervousness, he handed Yu Xing the last item on his tray. As he left, the handsome young man, with his bright blue eyes and golden curls, gave Yu Xing a curious once-over. When Yu Xing noticed, he bashfully lowered his eyes and hurried off as if nothing had happened.
Yu Xing was too hungry to pay him any mind.
What he'd been given was a wide silver ring. Its overall design reflected the era's taste for elaborate ornamentation, and its exquisitely enchanted patterns were symmetrical, like the markings on a measuring instrument. They converged at the edge of the ruby set