Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz) - Part 1 (Chapters 1 to 200)

Chapter 141: The Golden Apple Tavern

(Note:In the act of kowtowing, an individual kneels and then bends forward to touch their forehead to the ground. This gesture is an expression of deep respect, reverence, or submission. The act involves a deliberate and profound bow that symbolically places the person in a position of lower status relative to the one being honored or obeyed. Kowtowing is often performed repeatedly in a series, emphasizing the gravity and sincerity of the respect being shown.)

EeDechi and her teammate huddled together for a quick chat and decided to find a place to crash first, rest up a bit, and then figure out their next move.

They wandered aimlessly around the city for a while and noticed something weird: every time they passed one of those Ainz Ooal Gown statues lined up along the roads, every creature—didn't matter what race—would drop to their knees and bow their heads to it before moving on, which is essentially kowtowing.

But the statues off the beaten path, like the ones in parks? If just one random passerby walked by, they'd pretend not to see it and speed-walk away. But if two people were near it, both would kneel and knock their heads to the ground like it was some unspoken rule.

Watching this play out, EeDechi let out a sigh. "Ainz..."

Whoosh! In a split second, every beholder around her snapped their gaze toward her, eyeballs bulging like they were about to pop. The death knights, who'd been standing still as statues themselves, suddenly jerked their heads in her direction like they'd caught a whiff of something.

Barrett jumped in quick, waving his hands and throwing out an awkward laugh. "Whoa, hold up! We didn't say the Supreme Overlord's name! That was just some slang from our hometown—sounds kinda similar, sure, but we'd never disrespect the greatest Supreme Overlord in the world. Total accident!"

The beholders and death knights turned away, satisfied.

The trio—plus their cat—hightailed it out of there, picking up the pace to put some distance behind them.

After a long trek, they finally rolled up to the Harbor at Sunset Inn.

The second they stepped inside, they spotted Vaelynn—the elf chick who'd once warned them to keep the peace—laying into some poor traveling merchant.

Down in the inn's first-floor hall, Vaelynn, decked out in tight emerald-green leather pants, slammed her foot into the merchant, flipping him over. Then she planted one long, gorgeous leg right on his face, leaving a deep boot print mashed into his cheek.

Franco leaned over to Barrett and whispered, "If she stomped me like that, I'd lick her boots spotless, no question."

Barrett had nothing to say, just quietly shooting Franco a thumbs-up.

Behind the polished marble counter, an old man lounged in a wooden chair. He wore gold-rimmed glasses with a dangling silver chain, completely ignoring the beatdown happening right in front of him, calmly flipping through an ancient, weathered book.

The traveling merchant was still young, his cotton cloak now caked with dust on the floor. He clawed at Vaelynn's calf with both hands, struggling to get up, but under the stomping of the elf ranger's killer legs, he didn't stand a chance.

Up on the ceiling, a crystal chandelier gleamed, and a pitch-black raven perched there, cawing its head off and flapping its wings every now and then.

Finally, the merchant wrenched his mouth free from the heel of her boot and roared, "You damn pointy-eared bitch! How dare you mess with an unarmed merchant! I'm reporting this to the Sorcerer Kingdom's lawkeepers!"

"Oh, really? You're a merchant?" Vaelynn sneered, holding up a piece of gold-stitched fabric. "This is what I just pulled from your pocket—Windflower Scripture's emblem! You're no merchant, you're a Slane Theocracy spy! Heh, does the Sorcerer Kingdom let foreign military punks waltz into E-Rantel?"