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

"Is he sick? What's wrong with his brain?" Lina's fair forehead tensed with blue veins pulsating as she bit her teeth and spoke fiercely, "In these twenty minutes or more, I've prayed for him more than once, hoping his desperate soul would find rest. And what does he come up with? A tribute to fragile and desperate departures? More than once I've mourned for him teetering on the edge of hope, and then he shows me this line of words? I don't care whether he's fragile or desperate, why build a tomb if he's not dead, and even erect a tombstone? Does he really have nothing better to do? If he's got nothing to do, he should help with building the camp. The magical gel is so troublesome to produce, yet he uses it for such trivial matters. My grandfather should have blasted him with magic hundreds of times to see if he'd continue being this idle. Does he think he's Freya, wanting to bury every fallen flower?"


Chapter 253: A Small Discovery in the Camp