'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

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What the hell is this?

That was Ragweed's undisguised feeling.

Rugweed nods when asked if he knows anything about cocktails.

It is a potion but not a potion.

I have received reports that it is familiar with the same taste as alcohol.

In fact, I feel that the cocktails I have drunk since entering this store have been able to enjoy the benefits and enhancement of the magical activity in my body, like alcohol.

But the liquid that comes out in front of you is the same as the liquor that Ragweed has been experiencing.

I have never drunk Rugweed, such as a dark red pink liquor.

Furthermore, the top of the liquid, the surface in contact with the air, is also covered with a light pink bubble.

As far as foam alone is concerned, there may be some such things as ale, but this liquid should not contain sparkling wheat wine.

"... here we are."

But it's not good to be confused here.

Rugweed wants to make a good impression on the Bartender in front of him.

The invitation earlier was true.

If so, you will also have to be friendly to the cocktail.

(Hmm, the scent is as glamorous as berries)

Without betraying the appearance, there is a soft and sweet scent from the glass.

Ragweed himself does not like wild strawberries, but he does not dislike them.

I don't have a negative impression of the scent.

Then, I don't feel the negative significance of this cup that the bartender gave as the "answer" to the invitation.It wasn't a bad feeling when it came to the labor.

The feeling of fragrance is hidden within me, and Rugweed has a sip.

(It's still sweet, but this is....)

The liquid that comes out is certainly sweet.

However, the herbaceous glamour that overlaps the sweetness is more impressive.

It's not just the strawberry appearance.It is as aromatic as a herb similar to Rosehip's, but with a hint of tea-like tannins in the back, like a tree peel.

But those impressions aren't just self-asserting on each other's tracks.

These sweet, gorgeous, overnight dream flavors come together in a fluffy way.

The identity of the foundation can be inferred from the mellow tone of the tongue and the state of the previous work.

"Egg white? I can't believe that raw eggs play this role."

As Ragweed murmured, the bartender slackened his cheeks.

Yes, this is the 'luxurious gem' of using raw eggs as ingredients.

There is no habit of eating raw eggs in this world.

Eggs are heated and eaten.

However, I know as a matter of knowledge that if it is disinfected by magic for preservation, there will be no problem even if eaten raw.

Yes, I know, but Ragweed has never heard of how to actually use it.

At best, I've heard incredible anecdotes about savage beast tribes eating magic bird eggs as dessert.

I don't remember hearing about humans making raw eggs into drinks, and even if I came up with it, it might be something else to actually try.

How many ideas does this bartender race have in it?

So Ragweed felt more excitement than the magical activation of potions.

Include another mouthful without putting in your hair.

As far as I've heard, the more potions you have, the more powerful it will feel like, but I can't feel it from this glass of wine.

Strong alcohol can suppress similar irritation to resistance to the throat, and frankly, it is very easy to drink.

But in fact, this should be the same as a high-alcohol beverage.

In other words, the alcohol that is supposed to be there, the invitations to get drunk, and even the eggs are wrapped up and blurred.

The feeling of passing through my throat is refreshing, and the feeling of actually drinking alcohol is also rare, but there is certainly a burst of energy there that seals off the whirlwind storm.

Doing so leaves questions open while thinking about the role that eggs play.

That alone won't be able to express this refreshing taste.

Not only is it sweet, but the acidity in the tongue tightens the taste.

When he turned his gaze to the bartender, he said as if he had read his mind.

"The sweetness of the flavor is mostly syrup, but the fruity sweetness and mellow acidity come from pineapple juice."

Pineapple?

"It is a fruit brought to us by the Crabel Chamber of Commerce from the South.It's a bit tight, but the cocktail is wider. "

The words also seemed like a challenge to Ragweed.

Well, I've heard the name Pineapple.If the South were to be a source, it might take some effort to create a stable supply route.

But it should be possible with the power of Ragweed.

Answer with confidence.

"I understand. If you want, I'll have the ingredients lined up as soon as it's a little expensive.Do you want to hear that? "

When Rugweed asked, the bartender said quietly.

"This cocktail is called Million Dollar."

"Million Dollar?"

"Does it mean something to me... well, locally, it feels like 'tremendous wealth'?"

When I heard the reply, Rugweed's heart rang out loud.

I won, I thought so.

Well, it's quite odd to say that it's a tremendous fortune.

If you have listened to the explanation earlier, it will take a lot of hard work to make this cup, such as wizard connections and connections to distant countries.

Hardship can be described as almost an expense.

But the cup that comes out of it is a rugweed that has been drinking expensive liquor many times before.

Even if you subtract the hardship, this cup has so much 'worth'.

If it is regarded as' tremendous wealth '─ ─ and presented it as an' answer '.

Doesn't it mean anything more than riding at Ragweed's invitation?

"I see. Is that what this is all about?"

Without hiding the smile from the inside, Ragweed asks for clear answers.

The opposing bartender said with a smile and an attractive smile.

"Unfortunately, I refuse to invite you."

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"Unfortunately, I refuse to invite you."

"What about it?"

Rugweed had a silly face with a friendly smile like a lie.

From the flow until then, I can see that I imagined working with him.

But after learning that feeling, I made [Million Dollar].

"As I explained, this cocktail means' tremendous wealth '."

"Yes, that's right. In other words, you gave me millions of dollars ─ ─"

"Yes, so I gave it to you. This cocktail is the best I can offer you."

My words didn't seem to reach Ragweed yet. [M]

Apart from speaking out in such a situation, it was Lito who worked here and had a shallow day.

"That's what the Master says.You can only serve cocktails named "gold" to people who want money. "

What a direct metaphor, you can only laugh bitterly.

But, in Lito's words, Rugweed finally caught up with his understanding.

"What do you mean? No, what are you going to do?"

"That's what he said earlier.It's not just money, it's just a full cocktail that a worthless bartender can serve. "

"That's not what I'm talking about.If you help me ─ ─ "

Return the frustrating words of Ragweed.

"You might get the money.But if you do, you can't name yourself a bartender with your chest up. "

Indeed, if we help Ragweed, we may get more money.

But tell me what it is.

"The bartender's job is to protect the air in the bar.This is the place where I built the bar.This is where all the employees here and all the customers I've ever met have built this place. "

I'm not very interested in wealth like Rugweed said earlier.

Well, it's a charm to say that you don't work and live your whole life playing, but you still don't nod as a bartender.

If there is a person who destroys the relationships he has built over time in this place for the sake of making money, I wonder if it is as a person before the bartender.

"I can't take the initiative to destroy this place because I'm supposed to be in a position to protect it.Therefore, all I can give you is your tremendous wealth. "

Ragweed didn't look convinced by my words.

An angry, pitiful and astonishing face.However, there is no friendly smile that has kept coming to mind until now.

"Don't do anything stupid.As long as you're here, there's a lot of work to do to spread the word "cocktail."

That's what Ragweed says when he finds out I'm the cocktail parent.

But I thought there was a misunderstanding there in the first place.

"Mr. Ragweed, I did bring the idea of 'cocktails' into the world.But the cocktails that are spreading around the world today aren't made by myself. "

In the first place, it is different from the fundamental part.

I didn't just bring cocktails into this world.

And I'm not the only one who's been trying to spread it as a potion.

What I really did alone is trivial.

Without anyone around me, I don't think the story would have gone as well as it does now.

For example, if you don't meet Swiss first.

I need to convince Mr Oyaji.

Unless Iberis likes it.

You have to notice Rye's slight feelings.

That's all. I don't think this shop has me.

"If I didn't make it myself, I wasn't the only one who thought about it.I would be glad to have the money, and it is also true that I am giving cocktails and getting money.But I don't want to spread cocktails to make money. "

Of course, the Landlord, the Crabel Chamber of Commerce, and Aurantiaca are not trying to make money.

But before that, they understand.

"Cocktails ─ ─ No, I want to save as many people as possible with this new potion.That's what I've always wanted with Sui Vermut. "

It is not my wish that the wish of Switzerland be =.

My wish is to spread the word about cocktails.In other words, I arrived at a cocktail that Torisu Ibuki once tried to make me drink.

Speaking of polarization, it might still be good if you chose to help Ragweed get there.

But it is in my heart that I want to help that clumsy girl with a pure wish.

"I want to help you with her wishes.That's how I feel when I can only make cocktails. "

It would be ridiculous if I were here to preserve the authenticity of cocktails.

All I have is technology.

Cocktails are no longer mine.

It's a cocktail, mixed with the thoughts of me, Sui, and all the people who helped us.

When I forgot to serve, Rugweed roared across the counter.

That face no longer has a good smile from anyone I've ever seen.

The expression resembled a bitter smile, with a great deal of frustration and a quiet anger at its root.

"The values are different.I don't understand what you find so valuable. [M]Are you really willing to save the world's poor with Cocktails? "

"The Swiss Vermut will be. For myself, I think it makes more sense than not to do anything."

"Doesn't that change the outcome of working with me?"

"If that's the case, we'll give priority to booking early."

The last words are as refreshing as a bartender in business.

I don't know if it was supposed to be inciting the other way around, but Rugweed exhales because it's deep.

"You're still young. I don't know if I'll leave it to the temporal flow.But unlike money, it breaks with trivial triggers such as connections and places.Soon you will regret it. "

"Remember your guts."

As he lowered his head, Ragweed breathed instead of answering.

Then he glanced at the "Million Dollar" in front of him, but stood up without saying anything to the rest.

"I'll wait for you to change your mind soon.Feel free to contact me anytime. "

That said, Rugweed gave me something like a business card from his pocket.

Not in this city, somewhere far away, the address was written on it, and when I looked up, Ragweed already stood up.

Above the counter, more than the amount you drank is placed.

Good evening, Misty. It was delicious. "

"Yes, thank you."

He held me by his hand, so I didn't go to the entrance to see him off.

But the back of it was very refreshing, unlike the man who refused the invitation.

It's as if I'm sure I'll come to me eventually.

"Um, Mr. General."

Phil shouts anxiously.

You were supposed to see me say no, but he's crazy.

"Come on, Phil, it's a bad day.Let's get rid of it. "

"Yes, yes."

I clapped my hands against the bread and shouted to dispel Phil's anxiety.

At that time, I felt my gaze and turned towards you, and I noticed my gaze like a retro exploration.

What's wrong?

"No, it's better than that."

"I feel bad for him."

I give back a bitter smile to Lito's modest feelings.

Whatever his thoughts may be, it doesn't change what he has brought to me thinking it's a good story.

In that sense, I feel guilty that I dropped his favor.

However, it is impossible to betray all the Swiss and Easys, the lord and the Crabel Chamber of Commerce even more now.

Even a man who moves with a certain amount of money would be a little difficult to betray so far.

So he hasn't done enough research first.

It was only myself who reduced the amount I received.

"First of all, when I dictate a bartender who's open, it's not going to work."

Even if I give up a billion steps and feel that way, who will talk about it during business hours?

And Sally, who appeared at such a time, said one thing.

"That's why cocktails are stupid!"

"Sally, I can see you're making an exquisite fool of yourself by making it look like a compliment."

"Chi."

You're still a fucking pupil.

I was sighing, punishing Sally appropriately as usual, and then thinking about the look on the man's face when he left.

Why was he laughing when he refused to talk?

What is he hiding?

Of course, the answer never came out.