"If that's the case, then I'll make Shuji a drink." Haruhiko Oba said with a gentle smile.
"Of course, if you two don't mind..." He looked at Bourbon and Scotland.
"Can I drink alcohol in the game?" Toru Amuro asked sincerely.
Midorikawa nodded and also expressed curiosity.
"Of course, in Aincrad, players can taste the food in the game." Shuji Tsushima nodded.
He casually sat down at the bar.
But Haruhiko Oba stood up.
A pile of props and materials for bartending appeared on the bar.
Slice lemons, crush ice cubes, and pour different wines layer by layer.
Garnish with mint leaves or lemon slices.
"Obviously we can make the finished product directly, but we have to do it step by step..." Tsushima Shuji looked at the other party's operation and puffed up his face.
I have learned how to show it to Gin later!
Hum hum.
"Bramble." Oba Haruhiko pushed a cup of the finished product in front of Tsushima Shuji.
"Using gin as the base liquor, adding simple syrup, blackberry liqueur, and... freshly squeezed lemon juice." An elegant and gentle voice introduced.
"Your eyes are very similar to Xiuzhi." He said with a smile.
The bottom layer of this glass of wine is thick dark red, and most of the glass is filled with ice cubes. The color becomes lighter as you go up, and no other color can be seen except for the cold and clear ice cubes.
Only the bottom layer contains all the colors.
Half a slice of lemon and a blackberry are placed on the side of the cup for decoration.
"Hey..." Tsushima Shuji flicked the wall of the cup with his finger.
Actually, it's not very similar.
He lowered his head and looked into his eyes through the glass and ice cubes.
It obviously doesn't look like it.
He nodded confidently.
Haruhiko Oba smiled and knocked on the bar, and two more glasses of wine appeared on the bar.
“penicillin”
"And this cup...paper plane"
He stretched out his hand and made a pushing motion towards Bourbon and Scotland Road.
But it did not say who the two cups were given to.
Bourbon and Scotland each chose one of the glasses without hesitation.
"Penicillin is the base liquor...blended Scotch whiskey." Scotland looked at the lemon-yellow liquid in the cup and showed a smile.
"My glass... has bourbon in it." Bourbon smiled magically.
"What does Mr. Da Ting mix the wine... based on?" Bourbon asked.
How could it be such a "coincidence" to choose two wines with the same code name as theirs?
"Based on...inspiration." Haruhiko Oba smiled lightly.
There was also a glass of wine placed in front of him.
Simple, very pure sapphire color.
"The name of the cup in front of me is last word, which is translated as last words, or... parting words." Haruhiko Oba picked up the sapphire-colored wine in front of him.
"After all, in reality, I am already a dead person."
"You two don't have to be so nervous," he explained gently and calmly.
Tsushima Shuji: Yes, Oba Haruhiko is dead, but you are still alive with countless identities.
"Is it true?" Toru Amuro looked at Shuji Tsushima who was lying on the bar.
"Ah, I told you before, Oba Haruhiko is dead." Tsushima Shuji said without blushing or out of breath, and without any guilt.
Even started to add settings to the other party.
"I made this... It's equivalent to a bar NPC. Although he is dead in reality, he can live forever here..." Shuji Tsushima explained, holding his chin with one hand.
Haruhiko Oba listened to what he said with a smile on his face and nodded.
"It's just what Xiuzhi said." He confirmed.
"Not a human?" Toru Amuro asked suspiciously.
"Definitely not, I promise." Tsushima Shuji nodded seriously.
Haruhiko Oba thought for a moment, nodded silently, and showed a smile.
"Don't worry." He said gently and tolerantly again.
"His memory and personality are all set by me, which means..." Tsushima Shuji touched his chin.
"He knows everything I know." He said casually.
"But don't worry, only I can trigger his appearance, and no one else can, so he can't communicate with others..." Tsushima Shuji continued to talk nonsense seriously.
Although, in a sense, it is not nonsense.
If Tsushima Shuji was not here, Oba Haruhiko would not appear in Aincrad.
"No wonder, when I see him, I feel a very familiar sense of instant vision. It turns out he looks like you..." Toru Amuro nodded.
It would make sense if we say that everything about Oba Haruhiko was set by Tsushima Shuji.
"Well, this is the first time you have really met my dear uncle..." Tsushima Shuji emphasized the pronunciation of the word uncle.
"It's interesting." He raised his wine glass and said with a smile.
"Indeed, I have only seen photos before." Toru Amuro and Mu Midorikawa nodded.
It's still the same black and white photo.
Of course, I have also seen the other person in the painting.
but……
Think of the scene in the painting.
The man lowered his head, his black hair covering his face, and only the large patch of red on his chest was particularly bright.
It seems that all they have seen, apart from the black and white photos, is the person who was already dead at the crime scene...
This is the first time I see a person with color, at least he looks no different from a real person.
"Where's the gift you're talking about?" Shuji Tsushima asked as he swung the glass and listened to the sound of the ice cubes clinking.
"It has been sent over. You can see it when you get back." Haruhiko Oba replied calmly.
"And..." He paused for a moment.
"I took that painting away." He said with a chuckle.
"Ah... just take it, take it." Tsushima Shuji nodded.
If I hang it in my apartment, I have to cover it with something every day for fear of being seen and causing unnecessary trouble.
If Bourbon and Scotland look at that painting every day, they don't know how long they can last.
In case of collapse, he would have to find a new nanny and chef.
"It would be a pity to let a painting like that be sealed up and never see the light of day..." Haruhiko Oba shook his head.
"I will hang him in the collection room." He said slowly.
"It's time for me to find a new painter." He sighed.
"Alves may come to see you." She looked at Shuji Tsushima.
"Because... after experiencing the so-called divine inspiration, he can no longer draw anything else."
"I'm dead. If he wants to create again, he can only find you." Haruhiko Oba put down his wine glass gracefully.
"I have no interest in finding anyone else to draw..." Shuji Tsushima lay lazily on the bar.
The only person who likes to find people to draw pictures, take photos, and take various commemorative photos with is the one in front of me.
"Then reject him." Haruhiko Oba acted casually.
"If he draws pictures for Shuji again..." He followed Tsushima Shuji's usual blinking gesture and blinked slightly.
"Maybe he will really die." He said with an unpredictable smile.
"I am really kind." Tsushima Shuji sighed deeply.
In order to prevent Mr. Alves from dying because of painting, he had no choice but to reluctantly reject him!
"What kindness? What did you do to make yourself feel kind?" Toru Amuro suddenly interjected.
From the moment Tsushima Shuji and Oba Haruhiko started talking, Toru Amuro and Mu Midorikawa could no longer hear each other's conversation.
Their world fell into silence, and even they themselves could not speak aloud.
The two of them were obviously sitting next to each other, but they seemed to be separated by countless worlds.
It wasn't until Tsushima Shuji expressed his kindness just now that they regained their hearing again.
It can also make sounds.
The invisible wall that separated them seemed to suddenly shatter.