Evening.
The members of the investigation team had all gathered in the goblin Brin's room.
"What's going on? Why hasn't there been any response?" Mary asked anxiously. "Could there be something wrong with the coins you made?"
"You may question my character, but you may not question a goblin's craftsmanship!" Brin said, deeply displeased. "Maybe the other party took the coin too far away."
"Try again," Conrad said.
Brin picked up the Goblin Coin again and channeled magic into it. "Hello, hello, is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?"
But the coin remained silent. No sound came through at all.
"Do you think it's possible those Aurors discovered what we were doing?" one wizard asked.
"Impossible. If that were the case, we should already be under interrogation by now, or at the very least they would have confiscated the coins here," another wizard said.
"Looks like we won't get anything today. Let's try again tomorrow."
But just then, a rustling sound suddenly came from the coin.
Everyone fell silent at once.
Brin hurriedly pressed his finger to it and poured in magic. "Hello, is anyone there? Who's there?"
But in the next second, the connection was cut off, and the other side fell silent again.
"What's going on?"
"Could someone have picked up the coin and touched it by accident?"
"Impossible. This kind of coin only establishes contact when magic is actively channeled into it," Brin said. "The other party must be doing it deliberately..."
Before he could finish, another rustling sound came from the coin.
Before Brin could speak again, a voice suddenly came from the other side. "Investigation team?"
Everyone froze. "How does he know who we are?"
But before they could figure it out, another voice came through the coin. "Your operation was too risky. This coin