"Come help me drive the trucks and let's go home."
Aris, still bothered, tried preoccupying his head with the trucks his uncle brought from Isabel's country.
"What are these large machines for?"
He couldn't ask him the previous day because his uncle was in a bad mood.
"Machines to make weapons faster."
"Ew! you meant processing rotting things again?"
Hash laughed loud with his reaction.
"No silly, we will have the captured soldiers dig the dessert to find the available minerals. There are the machines they needed."
"You better learn how to make weapons, because you will manage these on your own someday."
Now that he knew his purpose as to why he was brought here. It was to raise his own ancestor. When Hash was first transported in this land, his only purpose was to get to the throne and kill anyone as much as possible.
Ever since Isabel came into his life, his plans change gradually.
"Is it hard?"
