Lucimar quickly gave up investigating the Undead's tangled relationships.
He felt that was something only Gods needed to consider. A wage worker like him only needed to keep his head down, do his work, and claim credit at the right time for life to be perfect.
So he quickly steered the conversation back on track. "Then... what do we need to observe about her? There has to be something distinctive, right?"
Mo Bi Chenxin suddenly turned to look at him. "You've shared a room and a carriage with Lady Ruth for so long. Have you ever seen her use any unusual weapons... something she didn't have before, of course?"
"Hm?" Lucimar looked up and thought for a while. "She occasionally used extremely fine spider silk to weave a black rose, but I thought she was just passing the time and didn't pay much attention.
She has an extra black crystal pendant at her waist. Inside... well, looking into it makes you dizzy and entranced, like your very soul might be lost, so I didn't stare at it for long. But I could sense that there seemed to be a net inside that crystal.
Other than that, nothing particularly unusual."
Lucimar could not help giving a bitter smile. "Do you think that lady would be wary around me?
Whenever she encounters the Undead, she never stays within a meter of you, nor does she remain alone with you for long.
I noticed it long ago. If I or some Damboro person isn't present, she will almost certainly leave wherever the Undead are within five minutes.
Even if there is only one Undead, she is that cautious.
And yet... as you said, she still has the leisure to weave roses when she is with me."
Mo Bi Chenxin scratched his head. "Then