she made Kreuzberger's voice sit up and take notice.
"What's this?"
He had rummaged through the pockets of the warrior and had pulled out four neatly wrapped items. He had freed one of them from its fabric cocoon.
"Looks like a black egg. Give me one of the others!"
Carolin wasn't really interested in anything a warrior carried very often. Mostly they are quite ordinary objects, apart from the versatile weapons. There were mostly more interesting things in the pockets of brokers.
This time, however, they seemed to have caught a warrior who had a strange twist: Who painted eggs with a black paint?
However, when she received one of the parcels from Kreuzberger and then opened it, she changed her initial assessment.It wasn't a black painted egg, it was something much simpler and at the same time something very confusing:
It was just a black egg, nothing colored. Something natural.
"Crazy!"
Carolin couldn't explain it, but this time the hairs on her skin were clearly not erecting out of pathological joy, but out of a feeling that came dangerously close to fear.
"Lieutenant, we have another abnormal one!"
The soldier's voice managed to dispel the feeling.
"Where?"
"Here in the park!"
Now it was joy again that gave the goose bumps.
"Come on! We'll get it!"