Richard came in through the entryway, habitually glanced around the living room, then took off his clerical robes and hung them on the coat rack.
Most clerics treated their clerical robes like a doctor's white coat, wearing them at work and taking them off afterward. They wore other clothes underneath, so once the robes came off, they could blend straight into secular society;
Kallen, however, wore his clerical robes as ordinary clothes, without another set of casual clothes underneath.
His office had a separate lounge, so before going somewhere else, he could take his time showering and changing into casual clothes before heading out. Besides, Kallen's clerical robes were rather expensive, with quite a few small built-in formations. Functions such as self-cleaning and temperature regulation worked very well and reliably; casual clothes really were nowhere near as comfortable;
Richard's clerical robes were not as expensive as Kallen's, because his grandmother bought all his robes for him. Well, although... Kallen's robes were also bought by his grandmother.
Reaching the door to his father's study, Richard hesitated, then decided not to go in. He had suddenly realized something: his father had not beaten him in a while.
One main reason was that he had rarely come home lately, spending most of his time busy at the department.
He was embarrassed to tell Kallen he was busy, but he really was. After making him office director, Kallen had only given him a general direction for his work, but Mr. Alfred assigned him specific tasks.
The reason he had immediately mentioned Kallen's formation mentor, Pilo, in the car was that he had recently been following up on a formation symposium Pilo was attending. It was something like a special lecture by an outstanding formation master, and Richard had even ordered a flower basket remotely