Gulanba put his hands on his hips and paced rumblingly on the platform, his ruby-like eyes sparkling nonstop.
By nature, he did not like change, being down-to-earth, and he truly could not understand why Hill, a Son of the Earth, carried a foul odor and liked to live midair!
He felt his views did not align with Hill's, so he did not want to make a contract with him.
As for eternal neutrality, the neutrality of an element was just so-so, unless facing a true enemy—how else could he prevent people from using earth magic?
He so detested magic ships, yet he had never taken the initiative to act against them.
Gulanba knew in his heart that he might not be so lucky next time to encounter a summoner so friendly to elemental spirits.
All Hill needed them for was to protect the safety of the city; he had no intention of binding their wills, and if there were no matters to attend to, the elemental spirits were free to wander around the city.
