This is why he doesn't have a noble title, yet he's so wealthy.
The children exchanged glances, and the slightly older one muttered softly.
"But I saw Debicco go in..."
Horace laughed and patted him on the shoulder.
"I know, but your father is not like those people. We have to stand with the crowd that supports us!"
His wife, standing behind Horace, stared at the man in disbelief as if she'd just met her husband today.
Saint Sis above...
She had never seen anyone as brazen as this!
Citizens in all sorts of clothing queued up, like those in Twilight City waiting for relief.
However, they were ultimately a bit different.
Those well-dressed Thunder City citizens, from the hands of the ticket seller, received not the bread they depended on for survival, but "spiritual nourishment."
These tickets ranged from cheap standing tickets at five copper coins apiece to costly VIP boxes priced in the hundreds of silver pounds.
