But Sagreles was, after all, a reasonable man—or so he considered himself. They had worked together in the same secret organization for so long; if someone took the initiative to show weakness and submit, he could not simply kill them without cause.
This was not a game, after all. Killing people did not earn experience points.
Lady Snow Owl drew her wand and pressed its tip steadily against Glock's Adam's apple. Beads of sweat rolled down the goblin's forehead, making him look ever more terrified and uneasy.
"Why did you attack me?" Lady Snow Owl's face was frosty, her tone icy. "And the way you flipped the table was far too deliberate. You were clearly trying to cover something up!"
"Madam, greed clouded my mind for a moment, and I have already paid a terrible price for it..." Glock trembled as he displayed his severed arm, pleading humbly. "But I truly am not the informant. What goblin would willingly make trouble for himself by dealing with Aurors? Believe me, everything I said is true..."
Just then, Nightingale pulled an exquisite little black bottle from her wizarding robe, and everyone's gaze turned toward her.
"Potent Veritaserum. Just three drops, and the truth will be revealed." Nightingale raised the bottle in her hand.
Glock's face turned deathly pale, but under everyone's threatening stares, he ultimately did not dare refuse.
"Why have his ears turned purple?" Red Kestrel widened her eyes, staring curiously at the goblin after he drank the Veritaserum.
"That is the effect of Veritaserum." The well-informed Thunderbird explained, "Humans react the same way after taking it. When the color fades, it means the potion's effects are wearing off."
Nightingale nodded in agreement, then began questioning him without further delay.
"Your real name?"
Glock lay quietly on the floor. He was