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

"Phew, it's boiling," Freya fanned herself with the silk handkerchief in her hand, and said laboriously, "I haven't come to see mom for months, and there's so much dirt on her grave."


Just moments before, Freya had meticulously cleaned her mother's grave, including the sculpture's base and the grave floor, making them spotlessly clean. As for the lawn in front of the grave, it did not need the princess's attention as it was regularly trimmed by the cemetery staff. Hence, after Freya's cleaning, her mother's grave once again regained its past neatness. The princess walked around the grave, making sure she did not miss any spots, then satisfied, she nodded her head, casually sat on the stone slab of the gravestone, stretching her full-bodied limbs, and sighed contentedly.


Chapter 59 Freya