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

"Why do you think I shouldn't come?" Flare languidly leaned on the rubble, her eyes seemingly speaking as she watched Pannis lay out food in front of her like a gentleman, gently saying, "An old friend is about to face death in the most dangerous place in the world, and as someone who's always been concerned about him, shouldn't I come to see him off? Don't you think that would be a bit too cruel for me?"


"Cough, cough, cough," Pannis said, his head lowered as he coughed dryly as if he hadn't heard her. He clamped the fragrant cactus meat wrap with bread and took a hefty bite, mumbling unclearly, "Seeing you so spirited, you must have been sleeping here till now."


Chapter 92 Her Majesty the Queen's Reward