Goblin Dependency
Chapter 80 - 80 56 Lady of Smile

80: Chapter 56 Lady of Smile 80: Chapter 56 Lady of Smile “Taimola?”

Xia Nan was quite surprised by the faith of the half orc.

He couldn’t help but recall the various mysticism lessons he had recently crammed.

In his impression, compared to the God of Justice and Incompletion, “Ti’er”, who has many knight orders dedicated to eradicating all injustices;

Or the Blood Skull Sect, lurking in the deep shadows, worshiping the God of Murder, “Baal”, whose every appearance is accompanied by a bloody storm.

The Lady of Smile was considered very low-key.

She neither eagerly spreads her doctrines nor likes to ostentatiously display so-called “miracles” in front of people.

In the Sevia Kingdom, it’s rare to see large temples dedicated to Taimola, and even birdcage-sized shrines are not commonly found.

Only the most devout, fanatically incorporating the teachings of the Goddess of Fortune into every word and deed of their daily lives, have the opportunity to be tested and become priests in related fields.

But on the other hand, because of the special nature of the authority she holds, Taimola has a number of universal believers that could be considered exaggerated across the continent.

Merchants, sailors, gamblers…

even many adventurers, are followers of this goddess.

Even if they never mention it regularly, or don’t even know the specific functions or design of the Holy Emblem.

It doesn’t prevent them from silently chanting the name of Taimola in their hearts when facing a suddenly discovered treasure chest or about to open a dice jar, praying for good luck.

Interestingly enough, the Lady of Smile is never stingy with her power.

Lounging gamblers, adventurous merchants…

those who dare to place their important matters on the other side of the scale, letting luck decide the future outcome, often attract Taimola’s gaze.

Therefore, you often hear about some lucky guy winning a large sum of money at the casino, or a small merchant coincidentally making a big deal.

—Even if the Gold Coins won are quickly squandered by the generous gambler, or the merchant consecutively suffers losses in subsequent business.

In short, those who can call themselves followers of Taimola in scenarios unrelated to personal gain clearly have an earnest belief in this intrinsically indifferent goddess.

And the half-orc in front of him, after explaining his belief, says no more, showing no intention of preaching, which is indeed the demeanor of a follower of the Goddess of Fortune.

However…

As Xia Nan ate the stew in his bowl, he glanced at Alton from the corner of his eye.

Watching him excitedly study his spoon as if curious about its forging process; then at another moment, hurriedly jumped up because of a night owl flying overhead, superstitiously shaking his soft hat three times in his hand.

His expression carried a bit of peculiarity.

He had once heard from a drunken old man at the inn about the secrets of the half orc race.

Like the protagonist in a poem or novel who won’t die before the end of the story.

These curious, cheerful little fellows seemed naturally favored by the Goddess of Fortune.

Falling off a cliff only to be caught by a branch hooking their pants, or encountering a demon only to be rescued by passing adventurers…

In most cases, half orcs often attribute their good fortune to their mother deity “Yudala.”

Rather than the Lady of Smile from outside the He Yin God System.

Thus, a half-orc who believes in the Goddess of Fortune is reasonable but rare.

Noticing that Xia Nan’s bowl of stew was empty, Alton, finally having settled down, quickly got up and served him two more spoonfuls.

The smile on his face seemed particularly pleased by Xia Nan’s acknowledgment of his culinary skills.

“Thank you.”

Accepting the wooden bowl handed over by the half-orc, Xia Nan expressed his gratitude.

But he couldn’t help but ponder.

Being an adventurer, dealing with various demons every day, he could be said to be walking a tightrope.

Although he wasn’t very keen on deities on this continent, perhaps he could consider slightly believing in the Goddess of Fortune?

So he broached the subject to the half-orc, sharing related doubts.

Of course, he spoke very restrainedly and cautiously.

Even the most casual comments had to be mulled over before being uttered.

After all, in this world, there truly were divine presences!

Inadvertently saying something offensive, and if coincidentally heard by Taimola…

She might just tweak a bit and reduce his luck, and he’d have had it in this lifetime.

However, the half-orc’s answer left Xia Nan somewhat disappointed.

“Of course, you can!” Alton waved the spoon in his hand, still wearing a broad smile.

“No deity in this world would refuse to have one more follower.”

“What exactly do you need then?

A ritual, or some kind of offering?”

“Hmm…”

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

“Probably…

not necessary.”

“If you feel you are the Lady’s follower, then so be it.”

“I, for instance, one night suddenly received the Lady’s oracle in a dream.”

Seeing Xia Nan’s expression gradually stiffen, the half-orc quickly added.

“Perhaps you could try picking a four-leaf clover and placing it under your pillow while you sleep, it might work!”

Xia Nan shook his head.

But he already understood in his heart that for a deity like Taimola, unless one’s belief was extremely devout or like this half-orc inherently favored by the goddess,

it might be impossible to establish a tangible connection.

If you don’t believe, you don’t believe.

Even if you prayed to her three thousand times every night before bed, it might not be as effective as taking a hundred Gold Coins to a casino and going all-in, to attract Taimola’s attention.

No longer entangled.

Xia Nan continued sipping the uniquely flavored stew, chatting casually with Alton.

Although very enthusiastic, chatting with a half-orc never runs dry.

Often, with just a random remark, Alton would start pouring out topics like beans from a pod.

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

Truly quite exaggerated.

Fortunately, before he completely got lost in the endless starry sky of a half-orc’s conversation,

The caravan captain “Jeff”, that honest man.

Carrying a large bowl of stewed meat, arrived at the adventurers’ temporary camp.

Came over to discuss the schedule for tomorrow and future plans.

“By latest tomorrow morning, we should reach Kalanfor, by which time, if you’re available, I’ll find a tavern to treat everyone to a meal as a reward for the hard work on this journey.”

“Actually, if urgent, traveling overnight isn’t impossible.

After all, we’re already quite close to the town, and there won’t be much danger.”

“But to be safe, we still…”

Ring-ring-ring—

Trap triggered!

The urgent and loud bell sound instantly cut off Jeff’s words.