Panting with effort, Harbin closed the curtain of the carriage window, returning to his seat, meeting Theodora's interested gaze with composure.
"Is the Holy Arrival Hall the Salvation Army's lordly stronghold in Joan of Arc Castle?" With her head and face veiled by gray gauze, Theodora revealed a glimpse of her white chin beneath the veil.
"Depends on how you define it." Harbin shrugged, "The Saint Son works here, the archives and accounting rooms are also here. If you wish to inquire about anything, it's still best to do it here."
"I just saw many monks dressed in similar attire here. If you don't mind... is there some significant matter happening?"
"We're all here to attend the Imperial Cardinal Conference."
Theodora blinked in surprise: "It seems our Mr. Dwarf holds a significant position within the Salvation Army."
"Hahaha." Harbin laughed, shaking his head, "I joined early, even before the Battle of Pavia, so I know a lot of people. Miss Theodora, what brings you to me?"
