Francis confirmed the other's gaze, arrogant, disdainful, contemptuous, with an expression of disgust and unwillingness to talk further.
Indeed, he was a noble, just like Grevy and Arman.
"Your Excellency is..." Francis asked cautiously, bending over.
"Valtan!" The old nobleman replied, holding a cup of coffee: "Valtan Belmondo!"
Francis originally had little impression of the name, but the servant standing next to the old nobleman added softly: "We are from Algeria, sir!"
Francis's head exploded with a loud bang, the Belmondo family from Algeria? The one with several plantations that almost monopolize the coffee market in that country?
"I am very sorry, Mr. Valtan!" Francis nervously stepped forward to shake his hand: "I... Would you like some wine?"
"No, Mr. Francis!" Valtan smelled the coffee and then put it down, answering: "This is fine, familiar taste."
Francis was very relieved, he had always been drinking Algerian coffee, it seemed his luck had come.
