Chapter 524: Shrek's Thank You Gift

After hearing Shrek's complaints, Joan made a suggestion to him after thinking about it, hoping to dispel his unrealistic thoughts about the "fountain of wisdom".

"Mr. Shrek, if you can provide two ounces of magic crystals as the material for enchanting, plus a piece of jewelry that you can wear next to your body as the material for enchanting, I can help you process a magic tool. I dare not say too much, and increase the intelligence attribute by two points." It's still not a problem." Joan smiled shyly, and continued: "After increasing your intelligence by two points, Mr. Shrek, your mind will become as clever as Mr. Hainier's."

"Oh! Is this true?" Shrek's small eyes sparkled excitedly, "Shrek has become as smart as the big guy, from now on the big guy won't be able to fool Shrek at will, and Miss Fiona will also look at Shrek differently! Mr. Mage , this is really great!"

"Mr. Vader, please allow me to speak more." The poet Casio expressed doubts. "I also know a little about enchanting techniques. Only 2 ounces of magic crystals may not be enough to make a magic tool that increases intelligence by 2 points."

"It's true that ordinary enchanting techniques can't be done, but I have a unique enchanting technique, and 2 ounces of magic crystals are enough." Joan replied confidently.

"Ahem... If that's the case..." The poet rubbed his hands, hesitating, looking a little embarrassed.

Joan observed the change in his expression, vaguely guessed his plan, and asked tentatively: "Mr. Casio, do you also need a magic tool to improve attributes?"

"Oh! My dear Mr. Master, you are so understanding!"

Casio was as happy as a pug dog, and enthusiastically pounced on Joan, trying to kiss him on the cheek.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Clark pushed Casio away and scolded angrily: "Speak up if you have something to say, what are you doing with your hands!"

Joan instinctively dodged sideways away from the poet, and found that Cassio had been pushed away by the frost giant, so he said to Clark, "It's okay, Mr. Heinier. I don't think Mr. Cassio has any malicious intentions. He was just too excited just now."

"Yeah, yeah! I'm just a little excited! You know, an artist like me can't contain the surging passion in his heart. Brother Joan, please don't mind my rudeness just now!"

Casio first apologized to Joan, then turned his head and glared at the frost giant.

"Big rude man, I don't know how to eat brother Joan, don't be nervous, please!"

"Mr. Casio, do you want a magic weapon that improves the charm attribute?"

Joan didn't want to hear the endless bickering between the poet and the frost giant, so he simply changed the subject.

"That's right! I can provide the magic crystal and embryo material, and the enchanting process is up to you, brother. If you can satisfy my little wish, I would like to give you all the harvest from this treasure hunt!" the poet exclaimed. Said bluntly.

Joan fully understood why Casio seemed so excited.

"Bard" is a profession that shows extraordinary power through public performances of talents. Not only the appeal of the talent show mainly depends on the poet's charm, but even the poet's spellcasting ability is also closely related to the charm level-this is different from relying on intelligence. The mage who casts the spell is completely different.

If Casio obtains a magical device that increases the charm attribute, even if it only increases by two points, his strength will be significantly enhanced, no wonder he looks so excited.

The stronger the teammate is, the stronger the ability to deal with risks in the treasure hunting process. As the most vulnerable member of the four-person team, Qiao An's own safety will be more secure.

He is happy to use his enchanting skills to help his companions improve their strength, but he doesn't care much about the benefits Casio promised him.

After all, the treasure was still there, and the "option" transferred to him by Casio might be worthless or worthless.

For things that are uncertain, Qiao An has never expected too much, lest the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment in the end.

Casio carried a small jar of magic crystals with him, weighing about half a pound, and handed it to Joan along with a string of necklaces and a collar, as the enchanted embryo material for making "charm necklace" and "wisdom collar".

Joan accepted these enchanting materials, thought for a while, and raised his head to ask Clark: "The magic crystal that Mr. Casio gave me is enough to make three magic tools. If Mr. Hainier needs a magic tool that increases power, I can make them together. , it doesn’t cost anything anyway.”

"Of course I need it!" Clark nodded with a smile, and said to Casio: "Lend me two ounces of magic crystals, and when you complete this treasure hunt, you will definitely return them in double!"

Casio waved his hand: "You don't need to be polite with me. When you were wrestling with the king in the tavern, I plotted against you once. I gave you these two ounces of magic crystals for free, and we are considered even."

Clark accepted the poet's apology, and then tore off the wide belt tied around his waist and handed it to Joan, as the enchanted embryo material for making a magic tool that increases the attribute of strength.

Joan put all the materials into the storage bag, and then briefly explained his enchanting process to the three of them.

With the help of a special enchanting technique—actually, using the "evolution" feature of the No. 23 rune Daeg, but it is inconvenient to tell everyone that he can use the "repeated stacking" process to create magic tools that improve attributes.

Compared with the conventional enchanting process, this operation can greatly save costs. The entire production process takes about ten days, which can just fill his free time during the trip.

"Casio transferred the right to share the treasure to the little mage, and Shrek lost to the big guy by arm wrestling. He has long since lost the right to share the treasure, and must use other methods to reward the little mage."

The Ogre King is a straightforward man, and as he himself claims, he never lets his friends suffer.

"Little mage, this bottle of magic medicine is given to you as a thank you for helping Shrek make magic tools."

Joan took the crystal bottle from Shrek. The three-inch-long thin-necked bottle contained a pale golden liquid, which radiated magical aura through the bottle wall.

"Mr. Shrek, can you tell me in detail the purpose and origin of this bottle of potion?" Joan asked curiously.

"Hmm... This is a token of love from Miss Fiona to Shrek."

A trace of coyness appeared on the thick and honest face of the ogre king.

Joan flicked his wrist and almost knocked over the medicine bottle.

"A token of love? How can such a commemorative gift be given away casually!" Joan stood up quickly, trying to return the potion to Shrek.

"Your Majesty, please restrain your vanity and tell the truth, so as not to misunderstand Mr. Master." Casio remonstrated with a wry smile.

Shrek's chubby face suddenly flushed with embarrassment, he lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers, as if he was a bit embarrassed to speak.