A section of the Teleportation Magic Formation hall in York City's Church Administration Building had been cordoned off. Staff stood outside the barriers, asking people passing through not to approach.
Everyone was used to such scenes and knew that someone important was coming.
As several Teleportation Magic Formations flashed in succession, batches of Order Clerics stepped out of the formation circles.
Kallen took a deep breath. After leaving the Underworld, he genuinely found the air here refreshing. He even felt an urge to run out onto the street and take a few deep breaths of car exhaust.
However, he still had things to do.
He turned around and looked at everyone.
The Whip of Order clerics, who had been stretching after teleporting, all instinctively stood at attention. The whispered conversations stopped.
Kallen said, "Our mission went very smoothly this time, thanks to everyone's contributions and hard work. Be sure to pay attention when next month's allowances are issued."
"Thank you, Minister!"
"Thank you, Minister!"
Cheers immediately rang out.
Those who knew understood that these were Whip of Order clerics; anyone who didn't might have thought a gang of thieves was dividing its spoils. Yet this sort of straightforward approach often won people over faster.
Now that his prestige and position had reached a certain level, what he lacked was the groundwork below him. Kallen's plan was to firmly control York City's Whip of Order and make it his true power base.
Suss had tacitly accepted this arrangement too. He only needed Kallen to help him get the work done and produce results for his record. Everything else was up to him.
Just then, Kallen saw Chief Bishop Byrne's Attendant Officer standing there, watching him.
"Alfred, take everyone back. Arrange transfers to other hospitals for the wounded as soon as possible."