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

The soul was no longer twisted as it had been a short while ago, aside from the entire figure being shrouded in a faint halo, everything seemed normal. The once crumpled appearance had smoothed out, and the mad expression had returned to one of gentleness and indifference. It looked just like the older scholars one would often see in the City of Knowledge, who spent their days immersed in libraries and laboratories, exhibiting not a trace of aggressiveness, but rather exuding a faint sense of kinship. Only then did the girls recall having seen this face before, in the Western-style building they called home, on the wall of the second-floor corridor hung his portrait. Lina had even teased Catherine in front of the portrait, saying that their family members, regardless of gender, all seemed to look exactly alike. However, at that time, the girls could never have imagined that they would one day meet the subject of the portrait in person.


Chapter 260 Old Field