'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

This is one of the conference rooms with white oak.

Alcohol and meals are currently available there, and the commotion has begun.

"Holly Lab, Survival Decision Celebration Victory"

and is a party even named after a seemingly retarded plan.

Then, small under it.

"Evening Mist General, Guinura farewell party"

It's also written enough.

Let's have a brain conversion that that's small because we miss sending it, not because the farewell party is at last.

Otherwise, there's more to it than not.

"Enjoying it, total"

"It's about Albao who's here to talk to me."

"Again."

Where I was blurring at the landscape, Albao spoke to me the same way he did at the first welcome party.

The dishes out there are similar to the last one. It tastes like a dining room I'm used to eating.

However, the alcohol that is out is slightly different from the last one.

"This wine is delicious, right? Dr. Cecil has prepared it for me."

That being said, Albao included a glass of wine in his mouth.

This time, booze is luxurious.

Perhaps two to three ranks higher than the last wine.

When I get there, the flavors of cheap wine in my world come across.

"But in a way, I'm sorry."

Aromatic and tongue-in-cheek on white wines with a good balance of acidity and sweetness, Arbao's profound remarks.

"What?

"'Cause no one's going to say [keel] it's such a tasty wine, right? Total Existence Value…"

"Ugh!

I'm not saying I don't want to drink it because it's sour.

Me and Albao laughed at each other lightly with such a joke before including wine again.

And Shinmiri and Albao spoke.

"I feel like I've been with the total forever, but it's only been two months,"

"Oh. So, I'm about to say goodbye, too. See, see you properly farewell, see?"

"Because I know! We all forgot. Total… and Guinura were too familiar."

Albao laughs bitterly when I point out how small the farewell party is.

Then, the guinea pig is a guinea pig, somewhat rough to say goodbye to.

Guinura was also supposed to leave 'White Oak' with me.

In his case, the timing should have been undetermined, but at that time I was talking to Mr. Appalachian about something. He must have been given permission to go home, too.

When it does, Albao and the people who were always stuck together will be gone.

"Iberis, naturally, is going home with you."

"Well, he's my only one."

"What!?

I also feel quite used to hearing Albao's stunned voice.

"... heh. You're so bold. You, too."

"You know what? Actually, I don't know anything about the exclusive agreement with the drone. Why don't you tell me?

"Eh, that. Well, ask him."

Neither did Albao of the Pledge of Pledge tell me about the exclusive contract.

Does this really, sooner or later, need to be prepared to ask Iberis himself?

At last, the Iberis, together with a legion of drones led by Galeata parents, are drunk in abundance. Cecil's finances make me a little worried.

"... I'm gonna miss you."

With such a noisy sight in sight, Potsuri and Albao zero.

"If we live, we'll see each other again."

I spoke lightly, but also with a clear heart.

If I'm alive, I'll see you again. Only while I'm alive, I'll see you again.

In the end, Trice hasn't shown himself.

I tried to follow the fifth attribute, but I can't figure out who she is.

I still don't know if Trice is Izuki Torisu.

That's why I have to see her.

We have to meet and refresh our hearts again.

That's my goal now.

And for that, that's the other thing she said.

"And I will always live with 'cocktails'"

"... come for a drink, a far-fetched reminder?

"You got it!

With such a nasty joke, we smile haha.

Albao was also totally used to 'cocktails'. I also learned how to make the potion with the Swiss-style demon stone.

And if it's not dismantled, even here, Iberis' "Soda Making You Pocket" continues to produce "Soda".

"Kuku. We've finally managed to send a cocktailist spike inside the famous potion shop."

"That evil looking face, because it doesn't look good on you"

Albao just barges in quietly with my deliberate grin.

The amount of wine in the glass is also decreasing.

I also decided to head under another type of booze sitting here.

"What about Albao?

"... I'll take it, too. Old man."

of this celebration, may in a sense be said to be the protagonist.

That is the "Old Potion" that is being drank by everyone today.

Of course I'm the one who named it. At first, I thought I'd put 'whiskey' on it, but I stopped thinking about what lay ahead.

We're still in the process of experimenting with malt. Experiments are progressing well, not only with barley, but also with other wheat such as wheat and rye.

Now, if 'brandy' can be made in a grape experiment, I'll have trouble with the name.

That's why he gave it the name 'Old', which applies to everything because it takes time to mature.

When I brought home two shotglasses of 'whiskey' from the barrel, Albao was talking to different people again.

So laughing at each other were Holly and Cecil.

"... hey, Evening Mist"

"Oh, hey, there's the shadow star."

They all looked like they noticed me, and they raised their hands all the time.

"Hi, Mr. Cecil. How are you feeling after that?

"It's good enough to give you a smile back for your disgust."

In Cecil's eyes, who has said so, there was no hostility left at all.

A face as if a possession had fallen would mean this.

But Cecil looks in the glass I have and she still looks at me a little.

"I don't want to say anything to your hobby. Still, it's against my doctrine to prefer potion."

"All this, can you meditate your eyes?

"I would say you don't want to say anything. I'm also an Appalachian teacher, trained to broaden my horizons a little bit."

He saddled me to the stance that he wouldn't admit it himself, but if he did, do as he pleases.

Still a long way to go, but still saying someone like Cecil would meditate on my eyes seemed like a positive change on the cocktail path ahead.

"Well, well, Senior Cecil didn't say that hard either! I'm here to see what's going on, so I saw what's going on with Old."

"You're familiar, Holly."

Holly seems a little drunk, and she is also pressing the 'Old' glass she had in her hand against the cheeks of Guiguy and Cecil.

There is a young man who has just woken up a little drunk after seeing the two twitch each other like that.

... Speaking of which, it was just after teasing him like a generation of confessions.

Knowing that these two were intricately intertwined relationships of love and hate, and that's what reconciled them in front of us.

Not quite, maybe not at heart calm.

... Thanks for your help, and here, I'll wear only one piece of mud.

"... by the way. I have a question for both of you."

I ask quietly towards Cecil, who is on the run with Holly in a wussa tangle.

I just got their eyes together, and I said, please, don't let it be a bad result.

"Maybe you two were dating back in the day, or something like that in your relationship?

It is a de direct ball question that a bartender would never ask.

But I speak for Albao now.

It is my concern to hear directly what he cares about.

So, what about the two people I was told.

"... that's a bad quality joke"

"Haha. No. There isn't. Evening fog."

A voice of total denial returned.

I feel 'safe' in my heart, while I pack it further with a face that doesn't eat anything.

"Really? No, because we're very close."

When I say it, Cecil shakes her neck sideways first.

"Because I'm ideal even when I look like this. I don't feel that way about this joking woman."

"Um, Mr. Holly doesn't. I prefer younger, cuter Albao to less cute seniors."

And, beside Cecil's calmly denying, Holly's Uzza-tangled opponent was moving to Albao.

"Behold! Mr. Holly, calm down! I mean, you drink too much! What's wrong with the character!?

"Good night. Good night, Cara."

Me and Cecil watched quietly where Albao was tangled up in Holly.

In this way, after all, Albao may have a difficult future as well.

"... Anyway, Evening Mist. Thank you for your help."

"... no, that's not true"

"No, thanks to you, I woke up a lot, too"

Cecil said, gently bowing his head to me.

Then he lifts up his face and says the same thing the day he meets, in a kinder voice than the day he meets.

"I still can't admit your 'cocktail' as the 'potion' I seek. It doesn't change that feeling."

"Yes."

"But as potions have potion paths, cocktails can have cocktail paths, I guess"

Heh heh, and I can't imagine from my usual hard look, Cecil with a soft grin.

"Two pillars of white oak and the like. A pillar of tradition called potion, a pillar of progress called cocktail. A revolution created by the mixing of the two may also become necessary in the future"

Cecil gave me a hand after that.

Not when we first met, I found it to be a handshake position.

"I can't actively support you. But I have expectations."

"I'm always trying to be responsive."

For the first time this day, me and Cecil felt like we could recognize each other.

And then finally comes the morning of goodbye.

"I'm sorry. Well, that's what I got."

The carriage on the day of the parting, there was one more.

That is also because from the 'White Oak' side to 'Easy's', an 'Old Potion' for one carriage was to be given.

It was Mr Appalachian who actively recommended it.

After the example settlement, me and Mr. Appalachian had a chance to talk. After we greeted each other lightly and thanked each other, the story became about these 'barrels'.

I was going to negotiate somehow to get the barrel I was staring at to give way to cheap. But Mr. Appalachian said he would give up more than I asked for for for free.

He said I would be frightened and reluctant about it.

'Our gratitude is not to this extent. If you don't take it, we'll be laughed at by thin lovers and the public. "

And when I told him I wouldn't allow him to shy away, he made a gutsy contract.

Moreover, it goes so far as to add that priority will continue to be given to accommodating the results of research.

And that's what happened between me and Mr. Appalachian.

But I don't know what they think from people other than us.

That was the last word, but the people on the spot laughed funny at my weak remarks.

"It's fine. Thanks to the total, the study of 'fifth attribute' progresses for thirty years. Instead, I think it would be better if you left me with so much research material."

Albao says to represent the faces who came to see me off.

Besides, the people in the back row are nodding yeah.

Since then, Magic Oak has become unusable as a result of repeated experiments on a daily basis.

Precisely, the barrel's power just to age is gone.

I basically use the whiskey barrel material around, but there are limits to that too.

To the extent that the limit was one eye, I used up all the barrels I could from a single tree.

What I could do was put too much 'old potion' in store.

And too little 'old potion' to distribute to the world.

I can't use cheats anymore.

Based on the technology available, we just have to move on to the tunnel.

Or something like that, because there's magic going on in this world, it's not even fart time compared to Earth.

"Then let me use it as much as I can. Thankful."

"You're welcome."

To Albao's smile, I gave him another full smile, too.

"... I told you like a joke before, but if you like, come visit us at our store."

"... Is that Easys?

"Oh. Well, even 'Sui's Potion Shop' fits."

Abbreviate it to be good even in a swipo shop.

and I think in my heart that Sui is going to be mad at me.

"Anyway, I didn't have a lot of ingredients here, so I couldn't make much variety. If you come to the store, I'll serve you a cocktail with more on your arm."

Sticking his thumb out all the time, Albao also laughed and stuck his thumb out all the time again.

"Okay, I promise!

"Whoa! But when you come on holiday, you're in trouble!

"I'll be careful!

In exchange for that promise, I turned my back on Albao.

I got a lot of words on my back and I got in the carriage.

"Is this another carriage with you?"

"Well, that's not what I meant, either."

When I got in the carriage, Guinura, who had already been waiting for me on board, slapped me on the same hatred.

"Are goodbye greetings good?

"I was scattered yesterday. Besides, if I leave inadvertently, they're going to ask me for chores again."

In the end, until the last day, Guinura worked as a chore.

The voices that spared him his work had also reached my ears.

Guinura might have been spared more than I had liked to go my own way.

"No, you said something about learning."

"... they found us. No, should I say I've been shown off?"

"... right"

I'm sure what Guinura is saying, too, I thought it was about Cecil and Holly.

You can't just defend it or attack it, you can't make it.

The important thing is to mix the two together in a balanced way.

"... yugiri"

"Hmm?"

"Wake me up in the morning, thank God"

"... don't worry about it. It's not for you."

That was the first thank you I ever heard from Guinura.

Even when this guy was sleeping tired from chores, I woke up the first time I promised.

And when it was just right instead of waking up, he kept banging Guinura with the sound of Shake's practice.

I wish I had been dissatisfied at first, Guinura, but at some point, I was starting to hear the sound of my shake practice calmly.

"... Hmm. I'm tired. I'll let you sleep."

That being said, Guinura closed her eyes without saying anything.

And the last passenger gallops open the door.

"Sorry! I might have been late!?

"You're gonna be okay."

Iberis seemed to have been screwed by factory people until the end. My hair is so messy, I can imagine that.

If you ask me, I hear Galeata parents in particular broke up their breakup, and it was tough.

"And Iberis, thank you."

"Hmm? Yeah! You're welcome!

If Iberis hadn't come, we wouldn't have achieved this much here.

I made an exquisite 'New Pot' shape, and that was it.

Thinking about it, really, even here, I am able to go home like this, helped by all sorts of people.

You saw that we had all the passengers, and Concon and your men made a noise that caught our attention.

"Well, I'm leaving!

"Nice to meet you- Ah!

"Hehe! Again!"

The man in the carriage was with me when I came to "White Oak".

He glanced at us through the window at your table and said:

"Steady, you've got a lot more luggage on your way home"

"Yeah. It's true. Don't drop it, will you?

"Tell that to the one over there."

After such a cheap conversation, the carriage slowly ran out.

Lots of 'whiskey' and two months of 'experience'.