Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Chapter 90 - Finding Thirteen Heroes

As winter approached, the air turned dry and cold. The sky was heavy with thick clouds, dull and lifeless, casting a gloomy, leaden hue over everything. Beneath the clouds lay rows of low buildings in shades of dusty yellow and gray, their dilapidated exteriors resembling faded, weathered blocks stacked haphazardly.

In a bid to save space, some of the brick-and-wood structures stood two or three stories tall, but even the three-story buildings barely matched the height of a two-story noble estate. This was the home of the poor in the kingdom's capital, with a slum nearby, where those even poorer than the destitute lived.

"Ludus Street, Corner Lane, Apartment 43," EeDeChi murmured the address Lakyus had given her. "It's hard to believe that the last of the legendary Thirteen Heroes lives in a place like this!"

The adamantite-level adventurer Lakyus had given her a ring, recommending she seek out Rigrit Bers Caurau, a recluse residing here. Rigrit was a founding member of the "Blue Roses" adventuring team and had since retired. Now over 200 years old, she was once the death-bringer for the legendary team "Thirteen Heroes," known from over two centuries ago.

EeDeChi believed that contacting such a living relic would help her find a way to counter Ainz Ooal Gown. But she couldn't locate her.

The address had to be correct; Lakyus had no reason to deceive her. Yet the local citizens often built unauthorized extensions to their homes, making the already spiderweb-like paths even more tangled, resembling a ball of yarn. The bronze or iron nameplates were either rusted and falling apart from the elements or stolen and sold for scrap.

People living here didn't need addresses; they had no packages to receive or send. Even the postman couldn't find his way here. If there was a letter to be sent, it was simply a matter of heading to the nearby postal carriage station.

The Last Defender of the Way adventuring team had fully mobilized to search for Rigrit's hidden address in this place. Most residents had left for work, leaving only a few playful children chasing each other on the streets, and there weren't many people around to ask for directions.

EeDeChi rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. Nothing in this world ever went smoothly; unexpected situations always arose. She had been wandering through this rundown neighborhood for nearly two hours and had found nothing.

"Captain, I see the address plate for 41 Corner Lane!" Sean's shout came from across a narrow alley. Finally, some good new. EeDeChi quickly rushed over.

Pointing, Sean showed her a rusted copper plate that indeed bore the faded letters of "41 Corner Lane." The words were almost obscured by green rust, blending into the moss-covered stone wall. If it weren't for Sean's keen eyes as an archer, it would have been tough for anyone else to spot it. The careless EeDeChi would have likely walked right past it.

"If this is number 41," Barrett surveyed the nearby buildings, as he and Stella arrived here, "then the low building next door must be number 43."

"Which of these rundown houses isn't a low building?" EeDeChi complained, leading his teammates forward.

In front of the low building was a drainage ditch reeking of decay. Black sludge slowly flowed, mixed with disgusting household waste: chunks of fish bones, fruit cores, and even strips of feces. It was clear that the residents were dumping their daily trash into this gutter.

The adventurers couldn't help but feel relieved it was winter. If summer arrived here, the sewage would surely stink like the moats filled with dark sorcerer potions and corpses from tales of war.

A stone slab spanned the drainage ditch, serving as a bridge. The four adventurers stepped over it and entered the low building. They climbed the creaky wooden stairs, and just before reaching the second floor, EeDeChi, who was leading the way, suddenly froze.