The little girl did not bother saying anything more. It was not her intention to be at odds with Saleen. It was simply her habit of arguing against what she did not like. She was puzzled as to why Saleen kept her alive, wondering if Saleen was actually doing it just to keep his word.
If he kept his word, then he was not an abomination.
Perhaps it was a test from God. The little girl felt better at that thought. Her god would have never cast her away. She would have been killed by that abomination long ago otherwise.
The Floating City continued to circle around Cologne City and hunt. The enchanters kept count meticulously and reported to Saleen every hour.
Such hunts were not profitable from an economic perspective. Even if the Floating City had a pseudogod as its weapon spirit, it would have to spend some energy in flight. Spending that much only to kill targets of level four and lower was akin to burning money.
