After getting out of the taxi and shutting the door, Kallen looked at the ordinary villa complex ahead and remarked, "It seems the big shots all live very discreetly."
It had been the same on his last visit to the Nadun Family. Their villa could hardly count as luxurious even in York City, and Bishop Woforen's home was even more understated.
Of course, at their level, the Order God Church arranged their food, accommodation, transportation, and security. But most of the Order God Church Leadership were unwilling to be confined together and preferred living in their old homes. That, too, was a kind of willfulness.
"They probably don't care about personal comforts anymore," Philomina tried to join in.
"No, they care. It's just that what ordinary people think of as enjoyment is far too low-grade for them."
As he spoke, Kallen handed Philomina a hundred-rael note.
Philomina took the money, looking puzzled.
"Do you ride taxis for free?"
"Oh."
Philomina handed the money to the taxi driver.
"Thank you, ma'am. May you enjoy good health."
With that, the taxi driver stepped on the gas and drove off.
"Tsk."
Kallen clicked his tongue and reminded Philomina:
"Remember to ask for change next time."
"Sorry, Captain. I thought you no longer cared about these few raels."
"What I care about is the flavor of everyday life."
"I understand. I'll ask for change next time."
"No."
"Then..."
"Negotiate the fare before getting in."
"Yes... I understand."
"Come on. Let's go in."
Kallen led Philomina inside. As they walked, he asked doubtfully, "This isn't right. Although the message said the assassination attempt on Chief Bishop Woforen failed, they should at least put on a show. The garrison should have been deployed to secure this place."
After all, Woforen was, at least publicly, the foremost