Inside the second-floor dining hall of the Holy Seat Mansion, people came and went; it was the busiest time of the day.
The conversations rose and fell, serving as a backdrop to the clinking of plates, occasionally interrupted by bursts of hearty laughter.
The senior monks of the Holy Alliance were generally quite young, with even the oldest being no more than fifty years old.
Perhaps due to the brutality of the past wars, they all loved to laugh heartily in these relatively peaceful times.
The senior monks from various departments sat around small round tables, chatting leisurely while waiting for the waiters to serve the dishes.
Although the Holy Seat Mansion originally had dining facilities, it was only in the past two years that they were properly installed.
After all, in these two years, as the grace market was promoted, the ingredients at the Holy Machinery Court, the central hub of the Holy Alliance, gradually became abundant.
