"Abigail, the Moseys' mansion is filled with elite fighters. There will also be plenty of influential figures arriving. You must be careful not to expose yourself," Dustin reminded her sternly.

Even though they had disguises on, there were plenty of extraordinary individuals among the Moseys. If their identities were discovered, it could lead to trouble.

Abigail, especially, was the Mystic Arts Order's Grand Sorceress. In the eyes of the court and righteous individuals, she was a condemned witch that they would gladly eliminate. So, they must be cautious.

"Don't worry, Dustin. I'm not a kid. I know what to do. Relax. I won't put you in trouble." Abigail scanned the area rapidly, almost drooling at the sight of the wealthy individuals.

"Relax? You must be joking!" Dustin was frustrated and knocked on Abigail's head with his knuckles.

He shouldn't have brought her here. This little money enthusiast seemed to see everyone as a walking money tree.

"Dustin, look! It's so live