[518] Why must it be me?

"Sigh... Why do I have to do this?"

Alan, fixing his tie, sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. Wearing an Italian style suit made with the most expensive materials one could find on Earth and on the dungeons present on it. It had multiples enchantments on it, More of them having the purpose to enhance the aesthetic of the suit than protect the wearer.

As if they knew the one who wore wouldn't be an ordinary man.

"Stop whining."

Maxwell said from behind, sitting in a sofa and reading the newspaper. He was also dressed in a suit, planning to accompany Alan.

"At least there is one thing good about this..."

Alan mumbled, finding himself looking great in the suit. But that happiness was short-lived.

"Did you memorize the sheet I gave you?"

Maxwell asked him, and he had a grimace on his face as he recalled memorizing the answers to all those questions.

"Yes, Somewhat."