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

"I certainly didn't appease them, I guess," Pannis walked in and casually closed the door behind him, "they already had an inkling that we wanted to have a private conversation. They're not fools, just too polite to call me out on it."


"Sar... so... lar," Flare whispered a few syllables softly, a wave of magic emanated from her, swiftly clinging to the surroundings of the room. She then spoke with a gentle smile, "Please take a seat, I'll be done here in just a moment."


"Your use of soundproofing magic still has that unique flair," Pannis shrugged, sat down on the wooden stool opposite Flare, and lazily leaned against the wall, speaking leisurely, "There are simpler spells available, yet you insist on using the most mana-consuming Drakish magic."


Chapter 13 Pannis's Conjecture