Chapter Forty-Two: The Immortal in Wine

constantly wiping his dagger. The blade seemed to never be clean enough.He had no answer.Maybe he just doesn't want to say it.After everyone had told their story, the fortune teller pondered for a mo...ed. I must hurry back and have a look."Here is the translated text:Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Turning, he easily walked toward the door.> I wonder, this spring,...