Chapter 544 Magic Beans

On the same night when Shaman and others broke into "Owl Bear Valley", under the same moonlight, Joan and his party set up camp near a mountain stream about 20 miles away from "Owl Bear Valley". Build a warm campfire.

Joan took out the small leather bag found in the depths of the Mythical Owlbear's cave, and solemnly handed it to Clark.

Clark hurriedly opened the mouth of the bag, poured six black beans into his palm, and leaned over to the fire to observe carefully, his eyes overflowing with joy.

"Guys, come and see what a bean!"

The ogre king disemboweled a whole wild boar, peeled it clean, skewered it on a mace, and roasted it on the fire until it squeaked. Hearing Clark's greeting, he turned his head and glanced at his outstretched palm, then snorted uninterestedly.

"Shrek already has a deliciously roasted wild boar, so don't eat beans that make people fart! What's more, there are only six beans, not enough for Shrek to squeeze between his teeth!"

"Hey! You little fat man, you only think about eating. Do you have some taste? These are six magic beans. It would be too wasteful to eat them!" said the frost giant angrily.

"The beans do seem to emit a faint magical aura, but I'm not sure what exactly they are."

The poet Casio was a little interested in the beans in the hands of the frost giant.

"I don't know what these six beans are for, but the lord witch told me that as long as you plant them, you can reap unexpected joy!"

Clark stared at the six small black beans in his hand, his eyes full of longing.

"Although Mrs. Witch didn't say it clearly, I'm sure that one of the beans can grow a door leading to the treasure. As long as we enter that door, we can find the 'Kostchurch Collar', and maybe we can get other treasures .”

"So we're going to plant beans next?" The poet took a sip of ale with a wry smile, "Well, let's plant the beans here, and we'll come back next spring to see how the bean sprouts are growing."

"Maybe it has been eaten up by wild goats passing by, and not even a single bean sprout will be left for you."

The ogre king chewed on the roasted wild boar, sniggering.

"Fatty man, don't talk so much! Such a big pig leg can't stop your mouth!" Clark yelled angrily.

"Mr. Hainier, if I'm not mistaken, the growth speed of these magic beans will be faster than our imagination. If they are buried in the soil and poured with a little water, they will fully mature in less than a day." Joe Ann thought about it.

"I hope so. After all, I don't want to stay here as a farmer for a whole year!" Clark heard Joan's words and regained his confidence. "Brother Joan, should we plant the beans now?"

Joan looked up at the sky, and said cautiously: "After the magic beans are planted, it's hard to say what kind of fruit will be produced, and whether there will be any danger. We have been driving for a whole day, and we are already very tired. Let's do it first." Rest overnight, recharge your energy, and it will not be too late to plant magic beans tomorrow morning."

"Okay then, do as you say!"

Clark stuffed the six magic beans back into his pocket and carefully put them in his arms. After rubbing his palms together, he broke off a piece of wild boar leg that was roasted until it was golden brown and oily, and gnawed on it.

After successfully obtaining the "key" to the treasure, the four of Joan felt relieved. The dinner tonight was very pleasant, and everyone let go of their stomachs to eat and drink.

Joan, who usually doesn't drink at all, couldn't stand the persuasion of his companions. He drank a small glass of wine, and his cheeks were as red as rouge.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, it was almost midnight, and everyone had enough to eat and drink, so Qiao An used the "magic rope technique" to create a demiplane for four people to stay overnight.

Clark, Shrek, and Casio were all half-drunk, climbed into the demiplane along the rope, chatted a few words, and fell asleep one after another, snoring like thunder.

Joan was the last one to climb into the demiplane, put away the rope, opened the folding tables and chairs in front of the window, lit the magic candlesticks, and worked as usual.

The next morning, Clark, Shrek, and Casio got good news when they woke up: After nine days of enchanting processing, the magic tool that Joan promised to make for them had been successfully completed.

If Joan just helped them make the magic tool according to the original agreement, the three of Clark were indeed very happy, but they were not surprised—they have seen Joan busy with enchanting work these days, and they have long been familiar with it.

However, when they actually took over the tailor-made magic device from Joan, wore it and activated the magic effect, they were surprised to find that the attribute of the magic device was twice as high as expected, and they suspected that they were dreaming!

"Brother Joan, if I remember correctly, you were talking about making an enchanted belt that increases power by 2 points, right?" The frost giant caressed the belt emitting magical aura around his waist, surprise and confusion intertwined on his face , "But this belt...it obviously increased the strength attribute by 4 points!"

"That's right! My charm has been increased by 4 points, which is double the enhancement rate agreed upon at the beginning. I feel that I have earned a huge advantage!"

The poet caresses the enchanted necklace worrying about gains and losses, worrying that everything in front of him is just his own illusion, otherwise how can he explain such a good thing in the world?

"After listening to you, Shrek discovered that the collar the little mage gave me increased my intelligence not by two points, but by four points!" The ogre king exaggeratedly widened his eyes, "Wow! Shrek wears this Putting on the collar, I feel like my brain has suddenly opened up, and I have become smarter than the big guy!"

"Originally, with my spellcasting ability, I could only create a low-level magic tool with two attributes added at most, but after these days of experience, especially after killing the mythical owl bear in the Owl Bear Valley and completing the myth trial, I The ability to cast spells has been enhanced, and the enchanting skills have also been improved accordingly, so the three magic tools produced in the end are better than expected."

Qiao An calmly responded to everyone's doubts.

In fact, as early as last night when he was performing the last round of enchanting processing on the three magic tools, he had a premonition that the three of Clark would be surprised and questioned when they got the finished product, so he spent some time thinking about how to explain it in advance. Appropriate, carefully consider the words and sentences, and make a good draft so that you can deal with it calmly and avoid misunderstandings among your companions.

Due to the sufficient preparation in advance, Joan's words were reasonable. Clark and Shrek were full of joy, and felt that they owed Joan. After thanking him, they stopped asking.

However, Casio is not so easy to fool. He is an arcane spellcaster himself, and his understanding of enchanting techniques is far deeper than that of Clark and Shrek. Under what conditions can he create a mid-range magic guide with +4 attributes? Can he not count in his heart?