Playboy of the Capital

In the magical Yarran World, a group of extraordinary professionals ventured into dangerous places for knowledge, wealth, thrill, and honor, exploring secrets hidden in the depths of time. Coexisting with dangers, they were given a fitting name—adventurers.
With so many adventurers around, there would be a few oddballs, of course. Take for instance, the swordsman who used to be a thirsty hedonist and now spent his days looking for ways to put his life in danger; the knight who saw gold coins as his ultimate pursuit; the schizophrenic and overly curious priest, and the genius mage who was prone to zoning out and could not care of himself. What kind of strange stories would these kooky individuals create when they came together?
Alright, all the above are just nonsense. In truth, this is a casual story of an abnormal, unscrupulous middle-aged man and a few problematic girls undergoing self-therapy- I mean, seeking redemption.
You have been solemnly warned that this story is purely fictional. If there is any glaring similarity, you probably need self-therapy too.

Yarra's Adventure Notes

"A backpack?" In order to maintain the balance of the wooden raft on both sides, Catherine and Ava, in the other direction, dared not move recklessly and could only watch helplessly as the three girls and Pannis huddled together at the edge of the raft, peering down, asking in surprise, "What backpack?"


"Just a backpack." Pannis answered very seriously, "You know, the kind that you carry on your shoulders, the big one that can hold lots of stuff."


"Thanks a lot, but I know what a backpack is." Catherine said, rolling her eyes, "Tell me something I don't know, like why there would be a backpack here?"


"The problem is, what you don't know, I don't know either." Pannis shrugged innocently, "Actually, I'd also really like to know, why would there be a backpack there?"


Chapter 224 Backpack