'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Later, I had no choice but to explain the situation to Guinura, and he smiled like he was making fun of us and said:

"I see. You don't look the same at all, you seem to like to mix everything up like a child"

"Really?"

For now, as there's no Ginulla, I'm gonna turn back to Sally and Phil.

"So I want the image I'm about to convey to you to take shape."

"Yes."

"Yes."

And where there was an energetic voice from the twins, there was one murmur.

"Huh, I don't have a choice. If you're crying and begging for my help, don't even think about it."

"Really?"

Now, after I finish reciting one Buddha, I just decide to convey an image of the flavor.

Ideally, as mentioned earlier, there is no claim to individuality, but also a presence with an unbeatable protagonist.

Coffee that tastes more like coffee than anything, even though it doesn't have personality.

"Tell me for yourself. What a mess."

When I mocked myself, it was the shopkeeper who made the difference to it.

"That's also not true. Sometimes I think. In a person's heart, there is always coffee that the person makes ideal. That's 'that's the thing' in your case. I'm sure your coffee is ideal because you don't have personality."

I feel empathy for the words of the store owner with a gentle grin.

In a way, it was also in the form of a 'cocktail' that I've been looking for from day to day.

The person has a cocktail for the person.

I can't get to the 'right answer' if I don't know how much I've honed my technology.

And I wonder if it's the bartender I seek who can naturally recommend that cup to you.

Secondly, the question enters.

How long have I been thinking like that?

... Well, okay.

"So how about we decide on the spindle first?

We listened to Phil.

"Like I said, coffee also has character. acidity, aroma, richness, etc. The combination should change depending on which one you think of as the standard."

"Right... what I want, a coffee spindle..."

In other words, what is the biggest thing I can imagine about coffee?

Draw coffee in your head and what is the first thing you value.

…………

"Temperature, maybe"

To my serious remarks, Phil has turned a bitter laugh to Sally.

From the space with nothing next to it, I hear a wind sound similar to someone's voice.

"Are you an idiot? Though I would be able to adjust as much of that stuff as I want. Besides, in my opinion, there's still a price for something as noble as me."

"Really?"

It's time for the wind to get cold, so you need to be careful with your health.

And beside me over-conscious, the shopkeeper said.

"It does matter. Because people's tongues change the way they feel at temperature."

After following my words, the store owner adds:

"Especially in the coming period, coffee will cool quickly. Considering that it can withstand the changes in its flavour..."

After I heard so much about it, I realized the perception of myself and the store owner.

Speaking of which, the steady supply of cold drinks in this world was not the general idea.

I didn't explain it there because my life was so linked to the bar.

"Oh, no. It's not. Warm coffee would be nice, but I'm going to use 'chilled coffee' from the start."

"... ho ho?

The shopkeeper's eyes glowed with interest.

Once again, I'll explain the cocktail coffee I'm looking for.

[Irish Coffee] is one of the most famous cocktails made with coffee.

This is an Irish whiskey hot cocktail called Irish Whiskey.

First pour 1 tsp of sugar and hot coffee into a glass (although it was a heat-resistant cup in the previous store), then add 30 ml of Irish whiskey and mix well.

And at the end of the day, if you float the raw cream, it's done.

It is a cup that warms up to the back of the chest, adding sweetness and whiskey depth to the coffee.

But then, if there's no 'cocktail' with ice coffee, it's not.

Rather, from the point of view of preservation, coffee is often chilled.

If it were a more professional store, I might make coffee from scratch, but I didn't get that far in the previous store. It wasn't an authoritative store enough to admit the hassle.

And that wouldn't make much difference in the present situation. Unless it's a special circumstance, the time spent on a cocktail is not that long.

So in my head, the coffee I use for cocktails is cold, and if necessary, warm.

When I give that explanation, the shopkeeper laughs at things like scales from his eyes.

"I see. That's why you don't want personality in your coffee. A universal flavour, not a finished flavour, with an optimal temperature, to accommodate any temperature. Well, I see."

After a snort, the shopkeeper turned his eyes to Sally and Phil.

After he shows a slightly troubled bare gesture, he gives some advice.

"If you're going to chill, you might as well not make the bitterness too strong. Based on the acidity, you should balance the flavor."

On the advice of the store owner, Sally in particular nodded forcefully.

"I get it. Then let's base it around 'Hawikauna' or 'Kilmenja', while incorporating the preferences of the general public. Phil, help me out. The general specializes in tasting, so why don't you sit down without straining yourself?

When I heard Sally's powerful words, I sat down and decided to entrust them to her.

It is also necessary to entrust flavor to others as a bartender.

We can wave our arms for the first time because of the taste of ready-made products.

So if you dare to give me anxiety material.

"But it's a blend. I was just about to try."

As I say, is it something that I'm going to see this one as a flicker?

I wonder what that is. It looks like you have eyes and nose all the time, but isn't it a quick estimate to determine that as a face?

Indeed, it's called the 'Simula Clara Phenomenon', which says that humans judge spots and such that are nothing. I can't even think of this as a form of it.

"So why don't you honestly ask me to help? Hmm? Hmm?

Persistent though, I replied only with a sense of speaking to the wall.

"So what are you? Could that be it? You want to be friends with me, too?

"Ba! Don't tell me anything stupid! I'm not joking about getting used to poor potion shoppers like you. … but if you really want to say so, as an Aurantiaca person, you can't help but think of something called the flux of this world."

"Really?"

I've been thinking about this for a long time, but I'm sure this guy likes Sui.

That's why I can't stand the fact that she runs her own potion shop, not her own.

I feel like I was saying something like that the first time I saw him, far away.

However, after an earlier quality review, "Sui's Potion Shop" was to receive enough attention to contend for one or two in the potion world.

That's why Guinura changed the route.

By getting into me, which has a strong relationship with Sui, I'm indirectly trying to build a relationship with Sui. It's a senior potionist position, and he wants a relationship with us up and down.

Well, I don't know Sui and Guinura's past, so it's just a guess.

Sui is such a beautiful girl to tempt whoever sees her, so it's not surprising that Guinura is imprisoned by such emotions.

Yeah. Sometimes I'm sharp, too.

And I can tell him something like that.

"Anyway, there's only one thing I can say."

"... what, let me ask you"

"Your ban will not be lifted until Sui's permission has been granted."

…………

Well, I don't even think that's why I'm gonna keep you company or anything.

And in the unlikely event that Sui's permission is granted, there is no way I can lift the ban because I won't give my permission.

"... but you are. What if my blend is meant to satisfy your tongue?

I stared at Guinura for such a suggestion.

It's a future I never imagined.

But when they say that, the chances are slight less than or equal to 1%, but it has never existed.

And if that happens, I might kill my heart and get into Guinura.

It would be a minor problem if I were to offer my customers a delicious cup, such as my personal disgust.

"... if that happens. Please tell me about the combination. You can keep your head down."

"Huh. Didn't you just say that?

He's arming himself to make Guinura proud to win, but he's got a question mark on his head.

I lost interest from such wall stains and assured Sally.

"And if there is ever a lag in Guinura. We'll have Sally wash again from scratch."

Sally turns her eyes round to my word. But naturally.

It is not acceptable for anyone else to lose to this Guinura.

"... I'd like you to leave me out of your personal relationship."

"Sally. Not enough love for the store. minus five points"

"Is that the level!?

As a result, Sally and Guinura's, extremely small coffee competition begins.

In one of my irresponsible words, Sally and Guinura started sprinkling sparks on their own.

The shopkeeper was comforting Phil with a gentle smile when he saw them with the look of giving up those two.

... Sorry Phil.