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

"After the death of two team members, it seems they were careful this time." Standing in front of a camp built over forty years ago by their predecessors, Pannis stroked his chin, nodding lightly as he spoke, "They didn't lower their guard just because there were no magical beasts here. All the defenses were laid out to the strictest standards. They even dug a trench—well, not dug, probably shaped with Earth-attribute magic. There are signs of magic traps around the edge of the trench. Although it's been many years, and they dismantled the traps when they left, some traces were still left behind."


"Did they know someone was going to attack them?" Catherine pondered, then corrected herself, "Oh, not someone—Undead. Otherwise, why would they set up so many defensive measures?"


Chapter 239: The Disguising Skeleton