Chapter 223: Edwin the Semi-Immortal

Caroline Edwin stepped into the park.

She sat down on a stone bench, opened her camouflage backpack, took out a piece of paper, wrote a few words on it and put it on the stone table.

Other elderly people nearby curiously approached, and upon seeing the words on the table, felt something stir in their hearts.

The paper read, "Edwin's Semi-Immortal, no fake fortune-telling."

Alison Morrison, standing nearby, tried to suppress a smirk when she saw the words.

Would this be considered promoting superstition? Would they get arrested later?

A short-haired aunt with a kind and gentle expression approached after watching for a while, "Miss, how accurate are your fortunes? How much does one fortune cost?"

Caroline tapped on the stone table absentmindedly, producing a series of light sounds.

Her lazy, cat-like eyes turned serious and focused, "You want to know about your son's marriage prospects, right?"