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

"What's the point of their existence?" Dillie didn't understand at first, and asked blankly, "What could be the meaning of the Undead's existence? As for why they attack us, didn't we just discuss that? We didn't find any reason. Why are you asking again now?"


"Because I've suddenly realized something," Pannis sighed. "If you connect the incidents we encountered in these two campsites, you can guess their purpose in attacking us. Let's set that aside for now. First, about Catherine's speculation you thought impossible, it's because you believe that the Divine Servants don't deeply understand my tracking abilities and wouldn't expect me to definitely look for the campsite from forty years ago by the lake, and even less to follow the clues all the way here. Indeed, you have a point, but what if they understand us better than you think?"


Chapter 250: A Warning?