Soap Making (Part-2)
Haquim had a huge imposing stature, being a tall black man and chiseled to the point he looked like a statue carved from granite.
His upper body was bare, and glistening with sweat as all the toned muscles worked the pot.
Just by looking at his body, it would seem to be a waste to put him anywhere else but the military.
But the man was a born pacifist and because he refused to enlist in the army under Amenheraft's levies, he was sold to slavery.
"Haquim, get here, the lord is here to meet you," Takfiz fiercely ordered and soon the half-bare man stood in front of Alexander.
"My lord, I was just showing the men how to stir the pot, hehe" He reasoned for his tardiness with a foolish smile showing all his pearly whites.
"Haha, it's great to see such an eager worker, good, good," Alexander did not hold anything against the honest man.
And then asked, "So, how is everything doing?"