'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Well, did you have a twin dwelling?

"No, it's going to take a little longer"

After enjoying some booze and cooking and letting each of your thoughts fight.

I answered Bergamo's usual questions.

The twins, in this case, refer to Phil and Sally, who are training bartenders under me.

The residence of the two also began when their memories returned to them and their identity was revealed.

After a recent incident, by their mother, the two were to dive into this country as officially informal beings. The Japanese language is strange, but the specifications.

I mean, it's like there was a deal that wasn't on the table so I could live in this city hiding my identity.

Only the lord and the more superior man to whom he made his report, as well as his trusted subordinates, and the parties to the case, know that the two are nobles of another country.

I don't know how long I can hide it out. But often the two of them were to be able to live in this city as ordinary people without any change of philosophy.

"I hate to say it, but you can't let this kid live in the Vermut basement forever if it's that good."

"That's right. They say it sounds good, but they don't have half the pressure from Viola."

"Oh, you seem to care, that girl is"

Viola is a woman who belongs to the Knights of this city because of her childhood in Sui. The Knights of this city seem to be an organization that combines police and bureaux where they say they are in Japan.

So, from that bureaucratic standpoint, she's definitely corrupt that she can't have a better place for both of us.

Just knowing the circumstances, she seemed to be hissing at the treatment of the two people who could develop into international problems.

"But the house Viola will have for you is like a nobleman's villa. We both hate each other."

"Even though we're both nobles?

To the unexpected look of Bergamo, I say, as I recall the words of the two of you, pompous.

"No... sure, yeah. They don't feel comfortable with the large space. It's a darker, more closed place to calm down."

"Kah! That's a vampire!

If you ask me, the area where they originally lived was dimmer than around here, and yet there were fewer windows in the mansion.

All the mansions introduced by Viola are villa-style of nobility in this country, so they're either open.

Bergamo, who was deliberately raising his voice with his hand on his forehead, nodded loosely and spilled enviably.

"I want to have it. If I were you, I'd live in a big place like that for once. Living alone with Corsica is not a small place."

"I'm sorry the farm house was so small."

"I'm not complaining! I'm sorry. Don't look at me like that."

When I answered with my eyes, Bergamo waved like he was in a hurry.

By the way, where does this Bergamo and his sister, Corsica, live now?

A vast plot of land possessed by a Sui potion shop for some reason. right on the side of the cocktail raw material production base that exists there.

Swiss potion shops, and Easys, have large plots of land on the outskirts of the city.

There are a variety of experimental and factory facilities for Iberis, fields entrusted to Corsica and the magic research facilities of Sui relocated from the basement.

That said, I actually have quite a bit of room for the land because of the small number of personnel involved in relation to its size.

Well, leave that alone. The Beast brothers and sisters live in one of the huts that was set up there from the beginning.

"Sure... it looks like it was originally a cabin for a janitor to stay in, so naturally that's narrow..."

"So, no complaints..."

"Don't say it. I know exactly how you feel. Disgruntled, right?

"You don't understand. Hey!

When I went in, Bergamo said yakwardly and drank out the ale that was left in the glass about half as it was.

I answered softly, "Just kidding," and included a little of my share. A good bitterness spread in his mouth that made him feel the strength of wheat.

Mm-hmm. Mr. Kibushi's ale still does a good job.

Or is this our ale that Mr. Oyaji was purchasing?

She didn't tell me where to place the order as per previous instructions.

Bergamo was ordering a replacement for me.

Looking sideways, I think a little bit about the residence.

Actually, I, too, had something to think about.

I don't know if I can keep letting you two think narrowly, or if I'm staying at the Vermut house the whole time.

"Hey Bergamo. I still have extra land, and I might get busier and busier in the future and have more employees. If that's what you think, maybe we could have one of those dorms?

To my words, Bergamo had a slightly blurred look on his face.

Rather than not understanding my idea, it felt like my words poked me.

"... in the future"

Bergamo shrugged in a strange way, so I asked worried.

"What's up? Maybe you're planning to quit too?

"No, it's not. Rather the other way around."

Reverse?

As I thought, I received a replacement for the ale I ordered. Bergamo includes a bite of it.

I wiped the bubbles on my mouth with my hands, and then said, with a slightly lighter look.

"Me, the Beast Man, right? This city isn't particularly tough on the Beastman, but it still feels like a minority. So I'm sure you haven't lived in this city long enough."

"... No, you two have been saying it since you were born."

"Oh. The way you put it on, you've been looking for a place to calm down."

I had heard some details about the origins of the Beast brothers and sisters.

Originally they apparently lived in a country further south. You think it was a small, warm country where the Beasts make up the majority of the inhabitants?

But there was a skirmish between small countries. They lost their place to live and their parents, caught up in such a skirmish, and they've turned their residence upside down so they can escape.

He said he can't remember how many years ago that was, but it was this city that they chose for a few places like that.

"Me, you annoyed the whole bunch, didn't you? You can't forgive me for apologizing."

"No, I'm telling you I don't care anymore."

Annoyance means robbery against a store. Although it was an attempt.

He remembered it in a few moments, and each time he had a habit of apologizing to us.

We said we'd already memorized the past.

Bergamo continues his conversation quietly with a slight blindfold.

"I care. Even though I said Corsica's life was at stake, now that I think about it, I did something too stupid. You put that kind of warmth on me and even gave me a place to work. I feel indebted to you for dying."

"So I see. It's not a boat to cross, but it helped us. Especially in the beginning, they worked me to death on a cheap salary. I don't care."

"No, I call it a cheap salary, but it doesn't matter. They ate it, and they took care of where I live, and they gave it more than the denomination, clearly."

Bergamo's voice added even more seriousness.

Feeling the seriousness of living in that voice, I can pull the hand I was stretching into the glass.

And I got the attitude to hear from the front what he was going to talk about.

Bergamo, who sensed the change in my atmosphere, also spins words from the front.

"So, what can I say, half of what I work for was responsible. It was also because of the seriousness with which I was able to practice a dish I had hardly ever learned before. But that's not all I've been doing lately, but, hey, I've been having fun cooking. That bothered me a little. I'm working to repay my debt, and I'm enjoying myself."

I was somewhat aware that a slight shadow was born in his usual bright behavior.

But it wasn't for consultation that he brought this up.

Because 'I was worried' and it's a past form.

"So, what did Mr. Oyaji tell you?

"... dude. We haven't talked about it yet."

When I tell you, Bergamo laughs bitterly.

Later, he puts his chest down and says in a low voice to imitate Mr. Oyaji.

"I was told at the end of my previous business." You've been liking cooking a little lately, "he said. I thought," Oh, no, I found out. "

"Thought so?

"Then Mr. Oyaji, 'Good trend. You said," Are you seriously going to be my apprentice? "

Bergamo, who seemed to illuminate all the time, even cracked his dog's ear.

Apparently, I remember that time, and the lightness is reaching Max.

"That's what I was told. 'Oh, this guy's been waiting for me, working in a sense of responsibility,' I thought. He waited for me to become interested in cooking."

"So, what did you answer?

"'Huh? Um, me, can I stay here forever?' And then he beat me up."

"You bet!

I just get a little crazy thinking about what happened then.

There are three conditions under which Mr. Oyaji beats people. It's three things: when a man approaching his daughter doesn't care, when a man doesn't care that he's uzzy, and when 'Evening Mist Total' doesn't care.

And this time, I guess I didn't mind Bergamo stepping in even though I told him so much.

"So I told you again. 'Please!' With a true face. '

"Did you bite it?"

"I bit you! That was embarrassing! I was nervous and I didn't get around a bit, and then I said, 'Excuse me, I'm sorry!' I said it!

"Dumb, there's an asshole"

When I laughed at my fingers, Bergamo laughed embarrassingly, too.

After the two laughs subsided, I drank ale like a rearrangement at the same time, and then Bergamo continued.

"So! Earlier, I took it for granted that I was here the whole time, you know... there was something about me that I felt like a man."

"Man."

"Yes, manly."

With that crap, we both laughed a little again.

Finally, the word 'manly' has no profound meaning.

"On the contrary, is it the total that you intend to stay here forever?

"To?"

"No, the total wants to spread 'cocktails' to the world, right? There are also results of potion reviews, and rumors have spread to some extent, and I wonder what we'll do afterwards."

…………

Bergamo tells me, I think a little.

That sounded dabbling quite a while ago when Mr. Oyaji told me about the potion review.

I want to spread 'cocktails' to the world, inexpensive and effective potions. By doing so, I want to help the poor who are supposed to be saved.

That's Sui's dream.

And it's my purpose too.

Now, as a means of doing so, we continue to collect the current materials anyway.

As long as I do, my purpose and Sui's dream can lean in.

But once it's fulfilled.

That is, once cocktails are spread throughout the world.

If this boring world is reborn with little entertainment called 'booze'.

Sui would nevertheless be able to continue potion shopping for the people.

What about me, then? Make cocktails for what, and live for what?

Sharpen your skills all the way to death? For what?

In the first place, why do I keep only polishing cocktail technology?

... to someone, something.

Zukin.

"Uh. Sorry. Looks like all I see right now is an immediate cocktail. So until your cocktail proficiency is Max, your next occupation won't be unlocked"

"Sometimes the total is weird. Video games? Like what?"

"This is another world's knowledge, too."

While I shook my head quietly, I concluded somewhat abusively.

What else do you see for yourself that you don't see the answer to in the cocktail?

Drink up any remaining ale at once and order a replacement just like Bergamo.

I blurred my eyes at the counter as I heard Mr. Kibushi's reply.

"No, my seat came buried in a pole. Still not enough to put us through the table."

"Hmm? Sure."

Bergamo replies raw without interest.

Apparently he's him and he's full of heads over what to do with the menu for his next meal.

After waiting for a while without a conversation, the item of the order arrives immediately.

"Thank you for waiting. Synonym, regular ale."

"What about that naming?"

"I've got a specialty, thank you."

I had a light conversation with Kibushi, who came to deliver the order.

Finally, this normal ale seems to be a pale ale (one of the typical types of beer). If you go into more detail and listen, you might be able to hear about other ales.

Mr. Kibushi said as he cared about the clock, reminding himself of that all over his chest.

"It's time."

"Yes?"

"What? I can see why I put you guys through the table."

Mr. Kibushi laughs at me with a nigga as he says.

Apparently, you've been aware that I've been questioning the placement of seats.

After he looked at the clock again, he gently retrieved the booking seat placards.

Just at that time the door opens and Karan and the bell inform the visitors.

"Welcome"

"Whoa. Did you get my seat?

"Of course. Plus there's two more."

"Ah?"

The first thing that bothered me was Mr Kibusi's rather frank tone.

No, that's a real escape.

My brain just deliberately delayed the information my eyes and ears conveyed the most.

Even so, spinal cord reflexes were making me live in the right place.

That's the same thing Bergamo used to read the menu on the other side of me.

"Oh, isn't it Master and Bergamo!

This voice is Isotoma. Still a healthy middle-aged man.

"Oh? That's an odd encounter, my bartender."

It was Gongora, Iberis's next drone guest to use us, who then continued his voice.

And finally, the man who was at the head of the three, said:

"... I don't know why I'm off, but I need to see your faces"

"That's our line. Bergamo said."

"Ooh!? What are you talking about!? You didn't tell me!?

"You have good guts. Let's hang out, boys."

And a fierce grin came from a man who was, in a sense, at the heart of the story until just now.

Mr. Oyaji, Fren Vermut. It was that person.