"Tymora?"
Xia Nan was rather surprised by the halfling's faith.
He could not help recalling the various bits of occult knowledge he had urgently crammed recently.
In his impression, compared with Tyr, the God of Justice and Mutilation, who had numerous knightly orders and devoted himself to driving out all injustice;
or the Blood Skull Cult, which hid deep in the gloom, worshiped Bhaal, the God of Murder, and brought carnage with it every time it appeared—
the Lady of Smiles could be said to keep an extremely low profile.
She was neither eager to spread her doctrines in haste, nor fond of ostentatiously displaying so-called "miracles" before others.
In the Servia Kingdom, it was rare to see large temples dedicated to Tymora, and even shrines the size of birdcages were not often found.
Only the most devout fanatics, those who carried the Goddess of Fortune's teachings into every word and deed of their daily lives, had the chance to undergo trials and become clerics in the relevant domain.
But on the other hand, because of the special nature of the authority she held, Tymora had an almost exaggerated number of casual believers across the entire continent.
Merchants, sailors, gamblers... and even many adventurers were all believers of this goddess.
Even if they never mentioned her in ordinary times, and did not even know her exact functions or the pattern of her holy emblem, it did not stop them from silently reciting Tymora's divine name in their hearts when facing a treasure chest they had suddenly discovered, or a dice cup that was about to be opened, praying that they might receive good luck.
What was novel was that the Lady of Smiles was never stingy with the power in her hands.
Idle gamblers, aggressive merchants willing to take risks...