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 silver Mia, the blue Luscia, and the blood-colored Lilith—three moons hung high in the night sky, casting three shades of moonlight over the endless sands, adding a touch of dazzling color to the monotonous yellow of the desert. Looking up, the fierce gales that perennially dominate the skies of the Sighing Desert howled past, carrying with them countless fine grains of sand. The powerful wind pressure was like a gigantic invisible trap; each grain of sand a high-speed, racing blade intent on tearing apart any invader daring enough to enter the territory of the wind.


Chapter 97 Sighing Desert