episode_0013

When I returned to Sylvia’s bar, the wall was in better condition than before.

“Oh, it already seems plausible.”

“Because they are well-known people around here.”

It’s not that I really look down on goblins, but… Is that so?

I, along with Sylvia, bowed slightly to the vendors and entered the bar.

Then, I saw a new bartender that I had not seen before.

“Well, I guess I was right.”

“How is it?”

The new bartender that Sylvia was talking about was Johnny.

I quickly replaced my white-rimmed sunglasses with green glasses, and I definitely felt like they looked better with my bartender outfit.

When I say Black Oak bartender, does it feel like I’m seeing a black bartender with a slightly stocky physique?

It seemed like Martin, a senior bartender, was telling me a lot of things.

I said after successfully sitting down in the captain’s chair.

“Johnny, are you planning to become a bartender now?”

“Hahahaha! It just so happened that it happened like that!”

According to Johnny, he originally only planned to join Sylvia’s new office.

However, it seems that Sylvia encouraged him to work as a bartender.

It was obvious that there was even a condition for being able to drink free alcohol.

“Silvia, but is it okay to have two male bartenders?”

I think you said last time that men like female bartenders, and women like male bartenders.

If this happens, won’t the sex ratio of guests be ruined?

“I’m the female bartender anyway, so it’s okay.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Still, it felt a bit awkward to hear that Johnny was filling Helga’s vacancy.

I think guests will probably laugh out loud when they see it.

“And there are more reasons. This time, Johnny decided to join the new office.”

“…Really? But what does that have to do with this?”

There was nothing bad about it since the owners of the minigun, which was firing magical bullets here and there, were on the same side.

However, I couldn’t understand what connection Johnny’s joining the office had with getting a job as a bartender.

“If you’re going to work at our office anyway, wouldn’t it be better to work at my bar too?”

“…Is that so?”

As expected, there were times when it was difficult to understand Sylvia.

“Wait a minute. Then it’s me, Sylvia, Martin, and Johnny. There are already four people?”

“Except me.”

“Why? Since you’re already retired, wouldn’t it be nice to come with us?”

“I’m just going to kill some time and then retire again.”

“Do you plan to continue working as a bartender?”

Martin nodded to my question as if it was obvious.

Well, that kind of thing is Martin’s freedom. It didn’t seem like something I could be deeply involved in.

“Then we are reduced to three people.”

“Strictly speaking, there are more than three people.”

“Who else decided to come?”

In response to my question, Sylvia mentioned Johnny’s friends who called me “sister.”

“They also decided to join our office.”

“…Then roughly how many people are there?”

“In all, I think the number of people in the office will be at least 7.”

“Oh.”

I thought that was appropriate.

Although it is a new office, all the other members except me are retired troubleshooters, so I thought most of them would have brilliant careers.

Perhaps he just came out of retirement to help Sylvia like Martin did.

I didn’t even think about a complete return.

Well, I was grateful that Magusfall showed such good will.

I think it’s because we’ve known each other for so long that we’ve been able to help them this much.

“Johnny, shaking the shaker too hard is not the solution.”

“…But isn’t it good because it mixes well?”

“Sometimes too much is worse than not enough.”

***

Afterwards, I watched from the sidelines as Sylvia and Martin taught Johnny, who had just become a bartender.

The metal container that bartenders often pour alcohol into and shake it is called a shaker.

It is composed of a body, a strainer, and a cap, and is closed in the order of body, filter, and lid.

There were several types of shakers, and the one Johnny used seemed to be the type suitable for beginners.

“Silvia, I don’t have to do that?”

“…Isn’t Chris a little too good to be a bartender?”

I responded to Sylvia’s reaction by spreading my arms.

“What’s wrong with me?!”

“The little bartender is a bit too much.”

“I think I’ll be okay.”

Martin and Johnny’s conflicting reactions prompted me to check my kidneys.

Well, it’s definitely smaller than claimed, so is it too much for my current body?

No matter how much of a blood lord he is, it’s still a bit weird to be like this. I wanted to grow up quickly.

While I was thinking about this, the repairs to the wall and the installation of the force field were almost complete.

Meanwhile, Sylvia approached the bartender dressed as a bartender and whispered something.

When I saw him pointing up to the ceiling with his finger… I thought he was talking about a house on the second floor.

I couldn’t hear the details, but the contractor said it was quite possible.

“What, where are you going to become a stationmaster again?”

“You probably want to do it in a bar and a house on the second floor as well.”

“In the window?”

“Maybe?”

Well, it feels like there are a lot of people trying to spy on me these days.

Is there anything wrong with being careful?

And after a while, several goblins followed Silvia to the second floor.

In the meantime, I was serving as a test subject for the cocktails Johnny made using a shaker.

“Sister, try drinking it. I think I got it right this time.”

“…Can I really trust you?”

I guess I’m weak to alcohol because I already have a body like this…

I trusted Johnny and slowly drank the bright red cocktail in the glass.

“Oh, ah, wait a minute. There’s a strange aftertaste.”

In response to my reaction, Martin carefully took the glass I was holding and then tasted it himself.

“No, this cocktail actually tastes like this.”

“Really? I don’t want to eat that cocktail anymore.”

I suddenly felt a sweet rush of blood.

That feeling that makes you want to eat something different to rinse your mouth out.

Still, is it a fairy compared to a cocktail that ends with decorating the eyeballs of a strange monster?

As I talked about various things with the two bartenders, it felt like time passed quickly.

The bar’s walls have been completely repaired, and the force field now functions by covering the wall itself rather than the door.

The work to install a new station field in the second-floor house also seemed to have been completed successfully.

Sylvia sent the contractor off with the message that he would pay the contractor on a designated date.

“Should I leave work around here today?”

“Huh? Already?”

“I think dinner business will be difficult anyway.”

Sylvia asked, pointing to the image of Johnny listening to Martin.

“Martin, Johnny. Let’s go in first.”

“Yes, boss!”

Following Martin, Johnny also tried to say something to me and Sylvia, but failed due to Martin’s interference.

“Silvia, is that why you installed a double force field on the second floor?”

“It’s better than that.”

“Something better?”

what? Could it be that a triple force field was installed? But isn’t something stronger than a double force field generally impossible to install?

I entered the second-floor house through the front door, curious as to what it was like.

“Uh… I don’t think anything has really changed.”

“Chris, would you like to press the little button next to the window?”

“This?”

Sylvia nodded with a gentle smile.

– Beep.

As soon as I pressed the button, the opaque force field appeared and became transparent again.

“What is this?”

“Now you can’t see the inside of the station from the outside. Because it looks opaque from the outside.”

…Not bad?!

“I was already worried about the people watching!”

“I was worried about that too.”

I wondered if the guys watching us would try another tactic now.

You can think about it later!

The night I fell asleep without having to worry about what was going on outside the window… was more pleasant than I expected.

***

A few days have passed since then.

In the meantime, Bar’s family members were divided up here and there to take care of office-related matters.

Like cleaning a three-story building that couldn’t be cleaned before.

We are officially reporting the 2nd and 3rd floors of the building as the offices of our new office.

The most important thing among them! After all, the first thing to do was to decide on a name for the office.

“How about using the name of the office I was previously affiliated with?”

“What office was it?”

“It was an office named Anvarte.”

“What does that mean?”

“In the words of the prisoners, it meant jackpot.”

“….”

Awesome office? I guess it’s a bit like that.

When I looked away, Martin and Johnny’s reaction was not very pleasant.

“How about the Blue Heart Office?”

Just in case, I mentioned the name of the office I used while playing a vampire character in Dream City.

That’s because medieval nobles had blue blood and all.

“It’s a name that only vampires have.”

“So you don’t like it?”

I asked, deliberately tilting my head to prevent Sylvia from reacting differently.

Then Sylvia closed her eyes tightly and said she was okay.

“….”

“….”

But this time, Martin and Johnny reacted very poorly.

“Ah, what on earth is the problem!”

In the end, after two hours of discussion between the four of us over just one name for the office… the new solution office was named Blue Heart Office!

You could say it was my victory in attracting Sylvia and Johnny.

Now that the name of the office was decided, it was time to decide on the head of the office.

The day the Blue Heart Office opened.

Actually, Martin was a bartender. Not the office’s problem solver.

I was still an apprentice solver and not an official solver. Of course, the office manager is unreasonable!

In Johnny’s case, it was possible, but he refused.

Naturally, the office head position went to Sylvia, and the deputy office manager position went to Johnny.

When the general preparations were completed and the Blue Heart Office opened for the first time.

A request came in from the security guys in Silver Side, where Sylvia’s bar and office are located.

“What, already?!”

I thought it was thanks to one of Sylvia’s acquaintances, a woman called Jenny.

“So what’s going on?”

“It’s not difficult. I don’t think they expect much from us.”

As Sylvia said that, she showed me a request form written in a standard format.

I calmly checked the contents of the request… To summarize.

The request was to track Silver Side’s drug distribution flow.