Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 56 Smiling Lady
"Tamora?"

Xia Nan was quite surprised about the halflings' beliefs.

I couldn't help but recall the various mystical knowledge I had recently learned urgently.

In his impression, compared to "Tyr", the [God of Justice and Imperfection] who has a large number of knight orders and is dedicated to eliminating all injustice;
Or maybe they are hiding deep in the shadows, worshipping the [God of Murder] "Baal", and the Blood Skull Cult, whose appearance is always accompanied by bloodbath.

Ms. Smiling can be said to be very low-key.

She was neither keen on spreading her teachings nor liked to show off her so-called "miracles" in front of others.

In the Kingdom of Servia, you rarely see large temples dedicated to Tymora, and even birdcage-sized shrines are uncommon.

Only those most devout and fanatical believers who implement the teachings of the goddess of luck in their daily words and deeds have the opportunity to accept the test and become a priest in a related field.

But on the other hand, because of the special power it holds, Tymora has an exaggerated number of believers throughout the entire continent.

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

Even though it has never been mentioned before, no one even knows its specific functions or holy emblems.

It also does not affect them from silently reciting the name of the god Tymora in their hearts and praying for good luck when they are faced with a treasure chest that they suddenly discover, or when they are about to reveal the dice.

What’s surprising is that the smiling lady never hesitates to use her strength.

Idle gamblers, adventurous and radical businessmen...those who dare to put their important things on the other side of the scale and let luck determine the future results often attract Tymora's lowering gaze.

Therefore, you can often hear that some lucky guy has won a lot of money in the casino, or some small businessman happens to make a big deal.

——Even if the gold coins won were quickly squandered by generous gamblers, the merchant would suffer losses in subsequent business.

In short, those who can still call themselves believers of Tymora in situations that have nothing to do with interests obviously truly believe in this goddess with a simple nature.

After the half-orc explained his faith to him, he said no more and showed no intention of preaching at all, truly acting like a believer in the goddess of luck.

only……

Shanan was eating the stew in the bowl, glancing at Alton from the corner of his eye.

One moment he was studying the soup spoon in his hand with great interest, as if he was curious about its forging process; the next moment he stood up in a hurry because of a night owl flying over his head, and superstitiously shook his soft hat three times in his hand.

There was something odd in his expression.

He had once heard the secrets about the halfling race from an old drunkard in the inn.

It's like the protagonist in a poetic novel who will never die before the story is over.

These curious, cheerful and enthusiastic little guys seem to be born with the blessing of the goddess of luck.

He fell off a cliff and got his trouser legs caught by a branch, encountered a monster and unexpectedly received support from a passing adventurer...

Normally, halflings attribute their good luck to their mother goddess Yondala.

Rather than the smiling lady outside the Heyin pantheon.

Therefore, a halfling who believes in the goddess of luck is reasonable but rare.

Noticing that the stew in Shanan's bowl was almost gone, Alton, who had finally calmed down, immediately stood up and served him two more spoonfuls.

There was a smile on his face, and he seemed to be particularly satisfied with Xia Nan's recognition of his cooking skills.

"Thank you."

Xia Nan took the wooden bowl handed to him by the halfling and thanked him.

I couldn't help thinking in my heart.

Being an adventurer, I deal with all kinds of monsters every day, which can be said to be dancing on a tightrope.

Although I am not impressed by gods like these on this continent, as for the goddess of luck... maybe I can still have some faith in her?

So he took the opportunity to raise relevant questions to the halfling.

Of course, I was very restrained and cautious in my words. Even a casual remark would be turned over twice in my mind before I could say it.

After all, gods really do exist in this world!

If you accidentally say something offensive, and Tymora happens to hear it.

If she worked hard and reduced her luck a little, she would feel blessed in her life.

But the halfling's answer made Xia Nan a little disappointed.

"Of course!" Alton waved the spoon in his hand, still with a big smile on his face, "No god in this world would refuse to have one more believer."

"What exactly does it require? A ritual, or some kind of sacrificial item?"

"Um……"

Alton scratched his head through the peaked hat on his head.

"Probably... not necessary."

"You consider yourself a follower of the lady, that is all."

"Anyway, I suddenly received the lady's oracle in my dream one night."

Seeing Xia Nan's gradually stiffening expression, the halfling quickly added.

"Perhaps you could try picking a four-leaf clover and putting it under your pillow when you sleep. It might help!"

Shanan shook his head.

However, he knew clearly in his heart that for a god with the character of Tymora, one must have extremely devout faith or be born to be favored by the goddess like the halfling in front of him.

Otherwise, there would be no real connection with it.

Not believing means not believing.

Even if he prayed to her three thousand times every night before going to bed, it might not be as good as finding a casino and betting all the more than a hundred gold coins he had on him. The possibility of getting Tymora's attention would be greater.

No more confusion.

Shanan continued to drink the unique stew while chatting casually with Alton.

Extremely enthusiastic, chatting with a halfling will never be boring.

Often, if I just mentioned it casually, Alton would spill the beans, and countless topics would come out of his mouth.

In just a few dozen minutes, Xia Nan even knew exactly what seasonings the other woman's mother used in cooking and what time the old man next door watered the plants every morning.

It's really an exaggeration.

Fortunately, before he was completely lost in the halflings' endless topics, which were like the stars in the sky.

The team leader "Jeff", that simple man.

Carrying a large bowl of stew, he came to the adventurers' temporary camp.

Come and discuss tomorrow's schedule and subsequent arrangements.

"We will arrive at Caranfort tomorrow morning at the latest. If you are free then, I will find a tavern and treat you all to a meal as a reward for your hard work along the way."

"In fact, if we are in a hurry, we can travel overnight. After all, we are very close to the town now, and there will be basically no danger."

"But just to be on the safe side, we still..."

Jingle Bell--

Trap triggered!

The rapid and loud ringing of the phone instantly interrupted Jeff's words.

(End of this chapter)