Chapter 197
A pair of chairs moved from the walls to the desk, stopping behind us.
More invisible people? I wondered and sat down.
Well, to call them chairs would be a disservice. They were the fluffy leathery type. Like a sofa, but not quite.
Bonte sat down and relaxed.
The old Tigea poured tea in the cups and moved two towards us. "Blue Point," he disclosed with a smirk. "From my own garden."
"Garden? You?" Bonte chuckled in disbelief.
Étienne raised an eyebrow. "I don’t remember you being this insolent," he joked. "And well..." he took a deep breath and sighed. "I needed a hobby."
I took my cup and drank a little. "Hmm..." I hummed.
The taste was fruity, full, and earthly. Odd, but nice. I am not a tea person, unfortunately, so the specifics escaped me.
Bonte drank from his cup and nodded. "Delicious," he praised. "On par with the Royal Palace’s tea."
Étienne smiled and leaned back on his seat. "Naturally," he bragged. "I started a century ago. I’d be a shame if it was anything less." He looked at me and gave me a nod. "It seems Your Excellency finds it quite good as well."
I simply nodded. Anything I’d say would be bullshit, after all. I wasn’t about to lie to a man called Grand Master in a place full of Scouts.