'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to White Oak."

"" "Welcome!

Face-to-face voices, including Albao.

The small welcoming party took place in what appears to be a medium-sized meeting room in the research building.

Is the number of people gathered around ten? I thought there were more people in their years because of the lab, but it looked like there were more people in their twenties and thirties.

Receiving a welcome voice, me and Iberis bow their heads with a smile on their face. Guinura had a somewhat satisfied look, and nodded humbly.

"When it comes to welcoming parties, there's nothing going on. Introduce yourself gently, and then follow the flow."

It is Albao who has guided us so far.

From what I've seen, he's the youngest of these. Rather than simple age, the atmosphere.

The gaze that the people here are turning to me, while colored by curiosity, also seems to explore.

My nature, or the reason I came here, may be well known.

And of course, the fact that he's the one who brought the new potion into this world, the 'cocktail'.

It's rude to see it as too giddy, and let's just finish introducing ourselves.

"Hi, nice to meet you! Maybe some of you know it, but I came from a place called" Sui's Potion Shop "once in a while in training, it's a total evening fog. It's a short period of time, but I'd like to study a lot!

My first impression is important, so I talk solid and bright and hazy.

The reaction around you, too, is not good. After all, it looked like you knew me.

"I am Iberis! Though I may not be directly involved because I'm a drone! Best wishes!

If I speak, Iberis immediately follows. The reactions around her to what she said are also, well?

In the first place, I don't actually know in detail what kind of relationship 'White Oak' here has with the droids. I just know that a Gongola parent acquaintance is doing some work here, I don't think he's here right now.

"And I'm Guinura Sansi from" Aurantiaca ". One, please."

Finally, Guinura was introducing herself. He seems so great that he does not hesitate to take this opportunity.

By the way, he seems to have a habit of flourishing in his vanity when it's a place of attention for a large number of people like this. As a result, even the person in question behaves with dignity.

Sometimes that buys you an unhappiness, an example of failure to communicate in the first person part two or something like that?

I can't follow up on this either. But surprisingly, the face of the scene stares at Guinura like that as a nya. Are you tolerant of busy people?

When I remember my doubts, one woman came out a while ago on behalf of Albao.

A beauty with sleepy eyes and a tired atmosphere. She bosses her beautiful blonde hair and weaves her wild white coat. Its chest, however, emits a tremendous presence, so it may be said that it is attractive. When I was in my late twenties or so?

She prefaced with Polypoli after she put her head on, uh, before speaking out.

"Uh, gentlemen. Welcome to White Oak.... I don't think you guys have had a busy explanation anyway, but I'm in trouble too, so let's save it. Speaking briefly..."

"Chief! I should have explained!

I guess the woman broke some kind of explanation. Albao, who backed off, was staring at the woman with a slightly sharp eye.

but the woman takes a glimpse of Albao and goes on.

"The explanation is troublesome, so ask you later, Albao. I'm Holly Oaklow, head of this lab. Feel free to call me Mr. Holly. Greatest in this facade. That's it."

"Chief! That's all I know of your name!

"Mr. Albao. You would also be familiar and telling me to call you Mr. Holly. If you're going the way people hate to call you, I'm going to call you Al, too."

…………

It turns out that the person named Holly, the chief of this room, is the right person for a change.

But in my head, the name 'Holly Oaklow' clearly remains.

I can't forget the name of the researcher who discovered the basic theory of "The Aging Potion of Salam Attributes."

You had too much power in my eyes, Holly glanced at me and gave me a nibbly, fun grin.

"You have good eyes, Evening Mist. No, I dare say... you're the winner of the Special Award for Excellence."

"... this isn't calm again, it feels"

I smile faintly again, too, and face her.

Only a little, the air was tingling and nervous.

Her "Aged Potion" was the "Best Award" at an earlier potion review.

Meanwhile, my brought in "Cocktail Potion" received the award "Special Best Award" set up on it.

That means that if it weren't for me, she would have been the best honor in this year's review.

Her "theory of maturation" was just beyond the potion until then. But my 'cocktail' was somewhere completely different from the potion it was until then.

I can also say that an irregular named me applied mud to her, who was evaluated for her legitimate research.

The fact that we meet each other for the first time, but not shallow as a cause.

"Hehe, to tell the truth. I've been looking forward to seeing you."

"That's an odd encounter. Me too."

When I answer, Holly leaves a long time ago and approaches me. I feel Iberis sitting next to me, but I slapped Pong and her on the shoulder, and I went forward myself.

And since we're close enough to stare at each other,

Shake hands all the time.

"No, I really missed you. Actually, go further with the advice you gave me. [M] I wanted to talk to you again."

"It was here that I couldn't sleep at night, wondering how the research into aging was going. Oh, I'm bringing you a souvenir, if you like."

"Well, we'll have it later."

We shook each other, smiling and waving our arms boom and away to our satisfaction.

Well, I thought maybe he was like this. If it's 'white oak' that weighs traditions and formats, it's also 'white oak' that actively engages in new things.

If Appalachian sent me here, this must be close to his idea.

I believed that the people here were supposed to recognize me, too, more than he recognized me. At least, that it wouldn't be hostile all of a sudden.

"Then let's start the feast once again. Talk to each other appropriately. I'll let you know about the Holly Lab."

With Holly's forgiveness, the welcoming party began solemnly.

"Cocktails are a new potion. You're gonna show me, aren't you?

"I also wanted to go to a quality review, I thought it would be boring this year anyway..."

"Wow - it's delicious, isn't it? Oh, I'll make you drink our potion next time."

The men who showed interest in me were relatively old. Somehow, but the smell pumped me that I liked new things.

As far as researchers are concerned, I thought there were many more settled - rudely speaking, root-dark - races, but they were made friendly and not annoying.

I decided to have a conversation with them soothingly, with a loving laugh.

"Wow, cute! Hey, you really know that 'man' guy?

"You're Iberis! Heh. You got your hands full."

"Soothing. We have a high male ratio, so I don't look at you at all. It makes me want to follow you."

It is the women who are screwing up Iberis. And the reason for that. Well, it would be exactly what they're talking about.

Carelessly stroked, Iberis is an annoying subtle expression to be thankful for, but doesn't even shake it off at will.

And.

"You're Ginulla! I've been waiting."

"Ha! We're chronically understaffed."

"Nice to meet you"

Is it a relatively elderly group that is approaching Guinura and banging their shoulders?

I gently detach my ears and watch Guinura and the others.

"No, we have a lot of strangers. He didn't come in."

"I didn't have enough simple labor."

Hmm, after all, he also said that the Guinura thing is well spread with miscellaneous perceptions.

"Hmm, I mean, he's been waiting for me."

"Oh, yes, they do!

"Yo! I'm counting on you!

"Hehe. I see, I can't help it."

And Guinura hasn't noticed yet, he said.

Then Guinura, when he is put on board and stirred up, moves in that direction even though he does not know it well. As a result, it causes trouble.

This is the third example of failure that Guinura sees well in her communication.

No, is failure too much to say? It's not a weakness. This is a good place for him.

Easy to handle people, very good.

"Gentlemen! Be more calm because it's a welcome party! And please help me carry the food and drinks!

In such a space, Albao was raising his voice to the fullest. There is also a look at Holly next to him looking interesting at the sight.

His voice will have arrived, but it's a facade that hasn't really changed his movements. Apparently his lowest end is not a lie. Weak position.

Holly cares if Albao is stunned by the status quo that he can't reach even with his voice up, just one voice.

"Uh, the next interim report, but only the guy who never asks you to stretch your cut, you can have a conversation there."

"" "Albao! Let's go get it!

With a beautiful breathing voice, they scattered all over us.

In its clean crumbs, Arbao, who was calling, leaned down more.

I can't say much because I have subtle experience too, but keep the research tight...

For the record, at the stage when the food was being carried, one voice echoed in the room.

"Haaaa!? Me! Me! Za, Za, you said it was a chore!?

They finally noticed someone's voice, but I dare not say who.