Chapter 56: Lady of Smiles

"Tymora?"

Xia Nan was quite surprised by the halfling's faith.

He couldn't help but recall the various occult knowledge he had urgently supplemented recently.

In his impression, compared to the 【God of Justice and Injustice】 "Tyr" who had a large number of paladin orders and was committed to eliminating all injustice;

or the Blood Skull Cult that lurked in the depths of the haze and believed in the 【God of Murder】 "Bhaal," every appearance of which was accompanied by blood and rain.

The Lady of Smiles could be said to be very low-key.

She was neither keen on eagerly spreading her doctrines, nor did she like to show off so-called "divine miracles" in front of people.

In the Servia Kingdom, you rarely saw large temples dedicated to Tymora, and even shrines the size of birdcages were not often found.

Only those who were most devout, who implemented the goddess of luck's doctrines into every word and deed in their daily lives, had the opportunity to accept the test and become a priest in the relevant field.

But on the other hand, because of the particularity of the authority she held, Tymora possessed a number of pan-believers that could be called exaggerated on the entire continent.

Merchants, sailors, gamblers... and even many adventurers were believers of this goddess.

Even if they never mentioned it, and didn't even know what her specific functions and holy emblem patterns were.

It didn't affect them when facing a treasure chest suddenly discovered, or a dice cup about to be revealed, praying in their hearts for good luck.

And what was novel was that the Lady of Smiles never stinted on the power in her hands.

Idle gamblers, adventurous merchants... those who dared to put their own important things on the other side of the scales and let luck decide the result often attracted Tymora's gaze.

Therefore, one could often hear that another lucky kid had won a large sum of money in the casino, or a small merchant happened to do a big business.

—Even if the gold coins won were quickly squandered by the generous gambler, and the merchant suffered consecutive losses in subsequent businesses.

In short, in scenes unrelated to interests, those who could still call themselves Tymora believers were clearly truly believing in this goddess with a detached nature.

However...

Xia Nan ate the stew in the bowl, his peripheral vision scanning Alton on the side.

He saw him studying the soup spoon in his hand excitedly for a while, as if curious about its forging craft; for a while, because of the night owl flying over his head, he hurriedly stood up and superstitiously shook the soft hat in his hand three times.

His expression carried a hint of strangeness.

He had heard the secret news about the halfling race from an elderly drunkard in the inn.

Just like the protagonist in poetry and novels who would never die before the story ends.

These little people full of curiosity, open-minded and enthusiastic, seemed to be naturally favored by the goddess of luck.

Falling off a cliff and being hooked by a branch, encountering monsters and accidentally getting support from passing adventurers...

Under normal circumstances, halflings would attribute their good luck to their mother goddess "Yondalla."

Instead of the Lady of Smiles outside the He Yin pantheon.

Therefore, a halfling who believed in the goddess of luck was reasonable but rare.

Finding that the stew in Xia Nan's bowl had bottomed out, Alton, who had finally calmed down, immediately stood up and scooped two more scoops for him.

The smile on his face seemed to be exceptionally satisfied because of Xia Nan's recognition of his cooking skills.

"Thank you."

Taking the wooden bowl handed by the halfling, Xia Nan said thank you.

But he couldn't help but ponder inwardly.

He was engaged in the adventurer line of work, dealing with all kinds of monsters every day, which could be said to be dancing on a tightrope.

Although he didn't care about these kinds of gods on this continent, the goddess of luck... maybe he could still believe in her a little bit?

So, he took the topic and mentioned the relevant doubts to the halfling.

Of course, the words were very restrained and cautious.

Even a casual remark on weekdays had to be turned twice in his belly before being spoken.

After all, there were real gods in this world!

If he accidentally said something offensive, and it happened to be heard by Tymora.

She moved her hand and cut a few points of luck for him, then his life would be over.

And the halfling's answer made Xia Nan a bit disappointed.

"Of course!" Alton waved the soup spoon in his hand, and the smile on his face was still full of thick laughter.

"There is no god in this world who will refuse to have one more believer."

"Then specifically, what is needed? Rituals, or some kind of sacrificial items?"

"Hmm..."

Alton scratched his head through the pointed soft hat on his head.

"Should... not be needed."

"If you think you are a believer of the Lady, then you are."

"Anyway, I received a divine oracle from the Lady in a dream one night."

Seeing Xia Nan's gradually stiff expression, the halfling hurriedly added.

"Perhaps, you can try to pick a four-leaf clover and put it under your pillow when you sleep, maybe it will be useful!"

Xia Nan shook his head.

But he already knew clearly that for gods with this kind of personality like Tymora, unless the faith was extremely devout, or naturally favored by the goddess like the halfling before him.

Otherwise, it should be impossible to establish a practical connection with her.

Not believing means not believing.

Even if he prayed to the other party three thousand times before going to bed every night, it might not be as likely to get Tymora's gaze as finding a casino and going all-in with the one hundred and some gold coins on his body.

No longer entangled.

Xia Nan continued to drink the stew with unique flavor, while chatting casually with Alton.

Incomparably enthusiastic, and chatting with halflings would never be cold.

Often he just mentioned it casually, and Alton would blurt out countless topics like beans being poured.

In a few dozen minutes, Xia Nan even knew what seasonings the other party's mother put in when cooking, and what time the old man next door watered the green plants every morning.

It was truly a bit exaggerated.

Fortunately, before he was completely lost in the topics that the halfling would never finish talking about like stars in the sky.

Caravan captain "Jeff," that honest and simple man.

Carried a large bowl of stew and came to the temporary camp of the adventurers.

Coming to communicate the itinerary for tomorrow, as well as the arrangements afterward.

"At the latest tomorrow morning, we will be able to reach Kalanfur, at that time if everyone is free, I will find a tavern to treat everyone to a meal, as a reward for the hard work along the way."

"Actually, if you are in a hurry, it's not impossible to rush the road overnight. After all, the town is already very close, and there will basically be no danger."

"But for the sake of insurance, we still..."

*Ding-a-ling—*

Trap triggered!

The urgent and loud bell sound instantly interrupted Jeff's words.

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 57 =====