The dungeon is huge, but Ryan doesn't have much room to get in and out.

Trainee agents can only stay in a few places, training rooms, teaching classrooms, and rest areas......

In addition, most of the corridors are closed by heavy iron gates, and permission is required to enter and exit, Tess said, many places in this underground palace are very dangerous, and over the decades, there have been some inexplicable strange incidents, some people have benefited from it, and it is easy to advance, and some people have died unexpectedly, and even the cause of death cannot be found, and some days, even if there are strong people in charge, there will still be accidents.

Why?

It has not been found.

Livingston the troubadour, this is Ryan's captain.

Ryan, led by Tess, met him in a small stone room with a desk, bookshelves, and sealed sticks, and Livingston was sitting at the back of the desk, reviewing papers.

Seeing Tess and Ryan enter, he put down his pen and stood up with a smile on his face.

After that, he strode around his desk to Ryan, reached out his hand, and shook Ryan's hand.

"Ryan Charles, I'm your captain Livingston, welcome to Iris!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Livingston!"

Ryan nodded to Livingston and said hello.

His expression was a little nervous, but his demeanor was quite natural and not rude.

"Just call me Captain!"

As the words fell, Livingston turned to Tess and grinned.

"Little Tess, how long have you not come down?"

"You just came down a few days ago, Captain, do you have amnesia?"

Tess replied.

The relationship between the two should be relatively good, so they can joke with each other.

"Really?"

Livingston touched his head, brushed his thinning hair, and smiled a little awkwardly.

"Captain, it's you, haven't you been home for a few days? I went to your house yesterday, and my aunt is still asking me, is there any emergency in the company? She asked me to bring you some change of clothes and put them in your locker, and when you have time, you can go and get them...... Ryan will leave it to you, I'll go first. ”

Then, Tess smiled at Ryan and spoke to him.

"Ryan, I'll give you this month's meal voucher when I have some time. ”

"Okay. ”

Ryan nodded, and at this time, Tess was walking towards the door.

Walking to the door, she suddenly turned around and shouted to Livingston.

"Captain, Auntie asked me to ask you, are you tired of the oyster soup she makes?"

"No!

Livingston hurriedly waved his hand.

"You tell Auntie that I'll go back in two days!"

"Will you tell her yourself?"

Tess pursed her lips and disappeared behind the door.

Ryan couldn't interject, so he fell silent and looked at Livingston.

Waiting for his commands, observing each other by the way.

Livingston was very thin, like a noodle, his real height was not very high, but he looked a little tall, with a narrow horse face, thin, thin and soft hair, lying limply on top of his head.

Troubadour?

How could this guy who looked a little ugly have such a poetic nickname.

It didn't take long for Ryan to understand why he had that nickname.

The so-called captain is actually similar to an instructor, responsible for imparting their knowledge, supervising their cultivation, and will also take them to missions, of course, intern agents will not participate in dangerous missions, and their missions are actually a kind of learning, occult knowledge and the use of extraordinary powers, which are not possible to comprehend only in the classroom, and need to be combined with actual combat.

When it came time to go on a mission, Livingston was in charge of leading them.

That's why he has the title of captain.

Pulling his pocket watch out of his coat pocket, Livingston looked at the time, glanced at Ryan, and said to him with a smile.

"Those bunnies have just had lunch, it's time to rest, I'm going to take you to meet them, and from now on, they will be your companions, and you can hand over your back to their companions in their care!"

With that, Livingston took Ryan out the door.

Livingston didn't stop talking, and the words went on and on, as if there were endless words, and he often repeated them, saying them only a few minutes ago, and after a few minutes, the words popped out of his mouth again.

Troubadour?

Maybe it's because it's too verbose, that's why it has this nickname, right?

Ryan inevitably thinks so.

Of course, this is also good for Ryan, as long as the useless repetition is eliminated, Livingston basically has a very clear introduction to the situation he is about to face, and he has obtained a lot of information.

Now, in addition to him, there are eight trainee agents in Iris.

Basically, they go out on a mission in groups of three.

Each group of shifts to go out on tasks, if there are no special requirements, that is, a group of shifts for one day and two days off, of course, for these intern agents, vacations are actually rarely out, they will stay in the underground palace to practice, hungry to learn knowledge, sometimes, if there are special circumstances, they will also go out on a mission during the break, however, there are not many such situations.

Ryan is going to join a duo, originally, there are three people, however, one of the team members got the opportunity to get the resource advancement.

The result?

Without waiting for Ryan to ask, Livingston said in a heavy tone.

The trainee failed to advance, he was unable to resist the attack of the demons, his soul was polluted, he lost his will, and finally ......

Livingston didn't say what the final result would be, and at this point, they made their way to the rest area.

The rest area is not big, at the end of a road.

There were sofas and coffee tables inside, divided into several areas, which looked like the furnishings of an aristocratic salon, and at this time, several people were sitting on the sofas to rest, and they were divided into several groups, separated by a long distance.

Inside, the aroma of coffee and milk tea floats through.

Seeing Livingston bring Ryan in, the reactions of these people were mixed.

A blonde boy near the door stood up and raised his right hand to Livingston, fingers together, in front of his temple, a military salute of the French Empire, which was also used by the police force.

"Hello Captain!"

The man said aloud.

"Macron, you're good!"

Livingston smiled and raised his hand to the teenager named Macron, motioning for him to sit down.

The man sat down with a serious expression, his back straight, like an upright tree trunk, and his gaze only swept over Ryan's face, indifferent.

Ryan's gaze quickly swept over everyone present.

He saw an acquaintance.

A sturdy young man with fluffy red hair, with a bulging face but very immature, was looking at Ryan in surprise, his mouth opened into an O-shape, and he didn't close it for a long time.

"Milo Dravich, come here, meet your new companion!"

Livingston beckoned to the red-haired boy and shouted.