Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 582 Free Breathing Technique

The sounds of cars driving by, bicycle bells, pedestrians chatting, and various machines...

Most of these sounds came from street vendors, with a smaller number originating from various smart machines and pedestrians passing by them. The morning scene unfolded slowly amidst this hustle and bustle, noise and chaos.

On the driveway, a black sports car flashed by, and Klein, sitting in the driver's seat, waited idly for the traffic light to change.

Although there are many "flying cars" that can float in the sky now, Klein still prefers the feeling of being grounded.

In the passenger seat, Padmon sat and made "ha...ha..." sounds at the pedestrians and vehicles outside the window.

"What are you doing?" Klein asked, one hand on the steering wheel, turning to look at Padmon.

Padma turned around and looked at Klein, asking instead of answering, "Brother Klein, do you know when a cat hisses?"

"Breathe?" Klein thought for a moment. "When you feel safe, right? Like when you're surrounded by something, hiding in a small space, or when something is pressing down on your head."

“That’s right,” Padmon said sagely. “And right now, we are being enveloped by the atmosphere and suppressed by atmospheric pressure.”

"So?" Klein looked ahead again, just as the green light turned on and the sports car started moving.

“So, we’ve figured that out and gained the ability to breathe on things anytime, anywhere,” Padmo replied.

“We call it: ‘Free Breathing Qigong’.”

"Now, please call me an immortal."

Klein's lips curled up, and a hand appeared on Padmon's head, giving it a light pat.

"Ha!" Padmon started breathing on Klein.

Klein just smiled and chatted with Padma while turning the steering wheel.

"Pado, if you had a 'hypnosis app,' what would you want to do?"

"Huh?" The question made Paddo Meow forget to breathe.

Although she was puzzled, she still thought about it for a moment: "Probably... it won't be used for anything. After all, you know how lucky we are; we don't need to use this method to get what we want."

"If I had to choose, I might use this app to create a good dream for myself," Padmon replied. "What about Brother Ke? Hmm... Brother Ke probably doesn't need it either."

“Indeed, I don’t need it,” Klein said. “But what do you think Serres would do?”

Klein turned the steering wheel, making the car turn.

"Boss Serres? I have a feeling he'll go flirt with the tentacle monster, the sea monster, and the mermaid."

“That’s true.” Klein nodded in agreement. “However, I think he’ll find a way to project the app onto the moon and use the moon’s reflection to cover the whole world.”

"I've already thought of a name, it'll be called 'Project Eye of the Moon'."

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A few minutes later, the car arrived not far from the entrance of the "St. Clyne Church".

Instead of looking for a parking space, Klein got out of the car, dispelled the memory, and made the sports car, which came from the illusion, disappear.

Padma has stopped hissing and is sitting on his shoulder licking her paws.

At this moment, many people are entering the church, their expressions joyful.

Klein straightened his trench coat and top hat, and stepped inside.

After passing through a long corridor decorated with ribbons and balloons, Klein entered the Great Prayer Hall and found a seat in the front row.

Today, no one came to pray at this church because it had been booked out.

Because there is a wedding here today.

Of course, it's not Klein's; given his tendency to lead the entire Tarot Club in a solitary lifestyle, finding a partner would be quite difficult. Today's bride is Benson Moretti.

He is Klein's brother.

He had black hair and brown eyes, and his face resembled Klein's somewhat. He didn't look old at all; although he was almost forty, he looked like a young man in his early twenties.

He combed his thick hair back neatly, revealing his broad forehead, and stood beside the altar, dressed in a sharp suit, looking rather nervous.

Thanks to the "evolution" of the potion, Benson, who originally had a receding hairline and looked slightly older, has become a truly "handsome young man." If it weren't for the mature man's aura he exudes, you would never guess his real age.

Klein walked into the hall, and Benson, following his spiritual intuition, looked up and met Klein's gaze, revealing a slightly stiff smile due to nervousness.

Klein returned the smile with a gentle one, but made no attempt to comfort or soothe his brother.

He just found Benson's expression, like "my little daughter is getting married," really funny.

Benson clearly saw through Klein's thoughts, and pointed a finger at Klein from across most of the arena.

Klein remembered what Padmiao had said in the car earlier, so he opened his mouth and mouthed a "hiss" sound.

"what!"

His breath was directly transmitted to Benson's ears.

Then, his gaze swept over several seats around him and he saw Melissa, who was wearing a conservative beige long dress.

Compared to before, the girl's face has lost its childishness, but she has gained some weight and looks somewhat "noble".

She constantly talked with the people around her, skillfully handling various affairs and interpersonal interactions.

She also noticed Klein and waved to him with a bright smile.

Klein waved in response.

After about ten minutes, Melissa finished her work and sat down in her seat.

Joyful and cheerful music then began, gradually becoming somewhat sacred.

A woman in a pristine wedding dress, arm in arm with her father and mother, entered through the door and walked step by step down the aisle towards the altar.

She was a very beautiful woman who was a follower of the goddess of night.

There is no doctrinal conflict between the two churches, so the couple can choose either the Church of the Fools or the Church of the Night when they get married.

Benson, who was near the altar, swallowed hard and couldn't help but smile.

Seeing this from the corner, Klein leaned back slightly, lowered his head a little, and muttered, "Laughing like a curly-haired baboon."

“After all, the mythical creature form of the lawyer path is the curly-haired baboon.” Serres’s voice rang out from beside him.

At some point, Serres appeared in a spot next to Klein.

Klein wasn't surprised at all that Serres was there; he simply stretched out his hand, palm open:

"Perfect timing, let's pay the gift money."

Serres slapped Klein's hand away: "What money do you need? It's not like you're getting married."

"When you get married, I will give you a Sequence One extraordinary property."

"Tsk." Klein clicked his tongue and reluctantly withdrew his hand.

The two looked back at the altar.

(End of this chapter)