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

"Sorry, I took the wrong path," Pannis was rooted to the spot for a few seconds before he abruptly turned emotionless and began to walk away. However, just as he brushed past Dreide, the back collar of his shirt was snagged by the Elf woman, holding it aloft like a crab plucked from the water. His hands flailed helplessly but could not advance even an inch as Pannis struggled and said, "Aunt Aide, what are you doing? Let go quickly, it's almost too late."


"That's what I should be asking you, what on earth are you doing?" Dreide said, barely holding back laughter, "You just got here and suddenly say you took the wrong path and then try to run off. Even if you did take a wrong path, shouldn't you first return to camp, replenish your supplies, and then leave? Otherwise, you'll die out here in the desert. What's wrong with your brain?"


Chapter 102 Our Duty