He went back to Rocco to ask for more information.
"Okay, let's get down to business."
Mimicking the opening lyrics of that Disney song he memorized when he's a small kid.
"How many armies will you send?"
Rocco kept his mouth shut. He understands his patriotism. He might die and wouldn't agree to join him.
"I understand your sentiment. I too am a patriot. I wouldn't hold it against you, but I won't give up just as easily."
He pulled the same trick he did with his ancestor. He had the speaker on with a recording of a nasty, tortured sound.
"I won't kill you, at least for now. You have a couple of hundred warriors, and I'll be killing each hour until you agree."
Hash gave him a charming smile and tap his head with his finger.
"But no pressure. Take your time."
He sat in front of him, crossed his legs and arms. The royal blue outfit he wore made the color of his skin stand out. It made him look fresh and princely.
